I don't know what it is that draws me to women in uniform. Maybe it's the way that they are cut to make them stand tall and proud. Or perhaps it's what the uniform itself symbolizes. Power. Raw power. I love making powerful people get down on their knees, and love making them beg. That's probably why my ex was a former Canadian Naval officer. She spent her days ordering people around, but inside she needed someone to take control of her and order her around. It is also probably why my current girlfriend is now in the Air Force. She's not an officer, but she works around them every day. I love the way she looks in her uniform. She looks so strong, powerful and sexy, but she also looks vulnerable. Even surrounded by power, one look into her amazingly blue eyes shows you true submission.
Submission. That word is full of power to me. To have someone willing to give up their power and place it in my hands, in order to lead us both to sexual satisfaction is the greatest rush in the universe. Every time I see her nervous little smirk, I know she is mine. As she kneels before me, trembling in a mixture of fear and desire of the unknown, she gives herself to me.
I smile as I go through the gate, flashing them my ID and guest pass. I'm visiting her on base for the weekend. The guard thanks me very politely and waves me through. I drive my dark-blue Ford Escape toward the building where her room is located. Having visited her several times over the past year, I know its location by heart. I have timed my arrival just right, so that I can be waiting at her door when she comes home from work. While she was working, I had been out on the town, picking up a few necessities that I had forgotten at home, since I'm not allowed to stay in her room without her present. I park my vehicle near the doors, and get out. I walk into the building, and over to her doorway to wait.
I'm wearing a pair of black jeans that accent and slim down my slightly wide hips and rear end, a pair of shiny black boots, and my black button up shirt that I know she loves. Over it all I'm wearing my favorite leather jacket. It falls just passed my ass to the tops of my thighs. The best thing about it is that she loves the feel of it, and she knows that when I'm wearing it it's time for a much needed 'recess.' My girl's suitemate exits her own room and comments on my jacket. We exchange some idle chit chat before she heads off in search of something to eat. I continue to wait for her, looking at my watch every few moments. She's late and I'm starting to get angry. When I'm in a tune with my inner dominant self, I tend to get more impatient than normal when I'm forced to wait for something I want.
Finally she came through the door, a fast food bag in hand, talking with one of the males from her squadron. She looked up at me and smiled until her gaze drifted down over the jacket. Her true blue eyes widened slightly as she realized what I was up to. The Airman was still talking away, oblivious that she was no longer listening. Instead her submissive gaze locked onto my eyes only long enough to register my displeasure before looking at her feet. Soon they both stood before me, and the Airman spoke to me in a cheerful tone. I placed a fairly convincing smile on my face so he would be none the wiser of my current mood.
"Hey, I didn't realize you were coming. I was going to treat her to a movie tonight, so you should come too. After all, I hate to break up sisters," he said with a wink. Typical male.
"Actually I'm afraid my sister will have to cancel, and I must decline. She seems to have forgotten that we already have plans for the evening," I said, attempting to look properly bummed out over having to say no. While she is in the military, I'm introduced as her sister who left the family fresh out of high school due to an argument with 'our' father. Only she knew just how furious I was by the way my eyes had become a deep green with a fiery golden starburst around the pupil.
Her voice came out in an almost nervous squeak, "I'm sorry, I told you I thought I had plans."
"Aww, come on," he whined attempting to give us the lonely puppy dog treatment, when all he had done was show just how immature he was. "It will be fun."
"For you perhaps, but my sister and I have some private 'girl things' to discuss," I said.
"Oh," he looked either uncomfortable at the prospect of possibly overhearing one of the female 'unmentionables.' He backed up slightly, "Well in that case I'll catch you later." As he turned down the hallway and walked toward his own room, I leveled my gaze upon her. She gave a soft whimper and I spoke to her in a dangerous whisper.
"Don't. Inside. Now."
"Yes Mistress," she whispered. She shuffled her food bag and managed to get her keys out to unlock the door. On the outside I looked perfectly calm, unless you knew me as intimately as she did. One look at the specific hue of my eyes could tell her how pissed off I really was. She pushed open the door, and once inside, I slammed it shut behind us. I sneered slightly as I watched her jump at the sound. From behind I grasped her by the hair and pulled her head back.
"How dare you, you little slut?" I growled dangerously low into her ear. "On your knees now or you'll be sorry."
I released her hair and she dropped to her knees, kneeling in the proper fashion; legs slightly parted, hands on her thighs, palms facing up, back straight, head up and eyes down. I retrieved her food bag from the floor where she had dropped it when I caught her by her hair, and calmly placed it on her mini fridge. I walked over to my bag which had been sitting by the lounge chair since the night before when I had arrived. I unzipped it and pulled out my leather gloves, setting them on the chair, her chain lead and my braided leather riding crop. I set the lead on top of my gloves for the moment, and laid the crop on the bed, where she could see it. I knew she would already be getting wet from the sight of it. It had been our very first toy, and it remained our favorite to play with. I strode back over before her.
"Where is your collar, whore?" I asked her as I once again pulled her head back savagely with a handful of her hair. She gasped, "It's . . . on my nightstand Mistress."
I released her again and stalked over to her nightstand. There it was, laying between her radio and a stuffed animal. I plucked the thin strip of leather from where it lay and grabbed up her lead on my way back to her. I quickly slipped it around her neck, fastening it and clipped the lead to the small d-ring on the back. I let most of the cold chain rest against her back as I walked around in front of her. I gave it a small yank, almost pulling her from her kneel. She whimpered softly and I growled in response.
"What do you have to say for yourself slut?"
