The Women's Erotic Liberation Circle held this retreat on the Oregon coast, where I decided to actively mindfuck one of the newer women. Her name was Tara Louise, and she was a real estate agent from Sacramento. Curvy girl, mid-40's, five-foot-ninish, lovely pale skin, light red curly hair, very busty, and dressed like she was meeting a client. She stood up at the first meeting and read her statement from a piece of paper without looking up. It finished with "I spent most of my married life fantasizing about serving as another woman's slave, and now that I'm here I want to make it a reality." She blushed and barely glanced up at the end, catching my eye.
After dinner, I casually invited Tara Louise to join me for a glass of wine on the swing overlooking the beach. I put my arm around her and told her very directly that I was going to take charge of her and make her fantasy real. My fingers grazed her left breast and I could feel her nipple stiffening.
"Do you understand there will be other women, hon?" I said. "I have an enormous appetite, an enormous need to be worshipped. Besides, I am a goddess."
"Yes, you are," Tara Louise whispered, gazing up at me.
"And you're a slave. It doesn't get much simpler than that, does it?"