Summary:
A young curious lawyer explores her lesbian submissive side
Note 1:
First off, I have never been to a Munch but they do exist and can be found in most larger cities.
Note 2:
Thanks to
Mab7991
for editing this story that has gone through a few different plot changes before finally becoming what you are about to read. Another thanks to
LaRascasse
for a last second plot suggestions and editing.
IT ALL BEGAN WITH A MUNCH
1. WHAT IS A MUNCH?
Jill after the harsh break-up with her boyfriend of almost a year had sworn off men. They were just too much work, not worthy of her respect and constantly crushed her self-esteem. Being single, she began reading more online porn and the more she read the more she began to question not only her sexuality (she gravitated mostly to lesbian stories), but also what turned her on. When with her past boyfriends, just two, she never got off from sex. Her only orgasms had always been self-inflicted and although both her boyfriends were nice guys, she had always wished they were more forceful. Yet, she could never come up with the nerve to tell them exactly what she wanted.
'Um, baby, grab my hair.'
'Baby, tie me up.'
'Baby call me a slut and face-fuck me.'
'Baby, go get your friend and double penetrate me like some cheap slut.'
Strangely, each of these things had crossed her mind hundreds of times before, during and after sex and yet at twenty-five she was still just a missionary position girl who craved more...but ending always the nice girl.
When not horny, Jill was mortified by her twisted fantasies. She was a good girl. She was a feminist. She was about to graduate college in one more year with honors and a law degree. Yet, as soon as her libido kicked in, her dark side, her repressed cravings, began bubbling.
Jill became addicted to late night porn reading where strong, beautiful women were made to be sex slaves or sluts to men. After an innocent encounter with a radiant woman during research for a case, a strange new pattern emerged. Her fantasies changed from men to women. In each fantasy, she was seduced by an older woman, taught how to be a perfect slut and made into a lesbian slave. The settings changed, the seductions changed and yet the one constant was always complete submission...giving herself unconditionally mind, body and soul to a Mistress. Sometimes she was tied up, sometimes she was forced to service woman after woman, and sometimes she was treated like a puppy, but always she came harder than she ever had when she thought she was straight.
Now in her first year at a prestigious law firm, she found her stress levels were rising with the pressure to be the best and eventually become partner, a position she highly sought. The more she stressed the more she desperately felt she needed to confront the sexual cravings that were holding her back, distracting her.
Online, trying to understand her possible sexuality crisis, she ended up talking to an intriguing stranger. After admitting her curiosity and strange fantasies to the unidentified woman, or man who really knows online, the conversation shifted to advice.
MistressMichelle:
Clearly u need to try it once. Either you will realize it is what you want and need, or you will get it out of your system. If you don't you will always wonder, end up resenting the man you do SETTLE down with and live an unsatisfying sex life.
Curiousbutshy:
I suppose you are right, but I can't fathom how to go about it.
MistressMichelle:
How old are you?
Curiousbutshy:
25
MistressMichelle:
Hmmmm...and you have only slept with two men if I recall.
Curiousbutshy:
Yes, sad, but true.
MistressMichelle:
And have never experienced an orgasm from sex with a man, right?
Curiousbutshy:
Sad, but true, again.
MistressMichelle:
What do you do for a living?
Curiousbutshy:
I am a lawyer.
MistressMichelle:
Oh my, a high stress job.
Curiousbutshy:
I suppose that is true.
MistressMichelle:
Well, it is just a theory of mine, that the more high pressure job a woman has, the more sexual relief they will need...and...
Curiousbutshy:
And...what???
MistressMichelle:
Well, most women in high pressure jobs: lawyer, doctor, business owner, teacher and so forth...generally woman in power, tend to be the most submissive.
Curiousbutshy:
Submissive?
Jill had heard the term before but never considered herself submissive. She was a go-getter and a woman who went after what she wanted...except in the bedroom she sighed to herself.
MistressMichelle
: Yes, you need to be told what to do.
Curiousbutshy:
I don't think I am submissive. I like to be in control.
MistressMichelle:
At work?
Curiousbutshy:
Yes.
MistressMichelle:
At school?
Curiousbutshy:
Yes.
MistressMichelle:
Your house is organized...always clean...
Curiousbutshy:
I suppose...
MistressMichelle:
Yes or no?
Curiousbutshy:
Fine, yes.
Jill was stunned at just how accurately a stranger she had never met or talked to before today could know her so well. She was a control freak and lived a very structured life. Always awake at exactly six-thirty, always working out for an hour, a long shower, breakfast, etc...she was a woman of routine. When her routine was interrupted, she would be rattled all day.
MistressMichelle:
You could be the poster girl for a submissive in denial.
Curiousbutshy:
Really?
MistressMichelle:
Do u have any toys?
Curiousbutshy:
A vibrator.
Jill sighed. Her only toy was the one she bought at a girl's toy party years ago and it seldom got her off like it used to. She wanted it to be longer, to go deeper; she wanted it to be wider, spread her apart. But, she never seemed to get around to buying new toys.
MistressMichelle:
Get it.
Jill paused only briefly before replying.
Curiousbutshy:
Um, ok...brb
Jill, already horny from the discussion, scurried to her bedroom to grab her toy.
Curiousbutshy:
Back...
MistressMichelle:
What r u wearing?
Curiousbutshy:
Jeans and a t-shirt
Jill was lying. She was actually in a sundress and thigh high beige stockings. Her first boyfriend had a nylon fetish and even though he was long out of the picture, she still loved wearing them...they made her feel sexy...naughty. Even at school in jeans she would have the stockings on underneath, she seldom went out without wearing stockings or pantyhose. Jill loved the feel of the silk and often would wear knee-high stockings on her hands: one to masturbate with, the other to caress her big very firm and sensitive breasts.
It was actually a girlfriend of a client that first had Jill questioning the assumption that she was straight. Her name was Elizabeth and her boyfriend had been a victim of a hate crime and was in the hospital with a variety of injuries. It wasn't life-threatening, but a broken leg and jaw was going to keep him in rehab for a while. Jill could still remember everything about Elizabeth that first brief encounter. She came in dressed in four-inch black leather open toed heels, two perfectly manicured red toenails visible. She wore a black skirt with a generous side slit that would on more than one occasion reveal she too, like Jill, was wearing thigh high stockings. Her stockings were dark beige, mocha was the color Jill would later learn, and they literally seemed to shimmer and shine. Her blouse was a simple flower print, yet it somehow showcased every curve of her ample breasts. Her hair was so blonde that it was almost white and the unique color seemed to draw even more attention to her crystal blue eyes.
Inexplicably, Jill felt flushed at the sight of this radiant woman and a spark was lit inside her...one that took root and began to grow. That night, instead of fantasizing about one of the two hunk lawyers from her firm she wanted to fuck, her fantasy was of this blonde stranger, this beautiful muse, the woman who had no idea that she had changed Jill forever.
Jill had been reading more and more lesbian porn to the point that her curiosity had become an unhealthy obsession, which led to the online conversation she was currently having.
MistressMichelle:
Get completely naked...my dear
Curiousbutshy:
k?
Jill could have lied again, pretended to do as she was told, but instead she did exactly as she was told, pulled her sundress over her head, slipped off her pink thong, and took off the matching pink bra...of course, she kept her stockings on.
MistressMichelle:
R u naked yet?
Curiousbutshy:
Yes.
MistressMichelle:
Why?
Curiousbutshy:
What?
MistressMichelle:
Why r u naked?
Curiousbutshy:
Because u told me to
Jill thought the questioning strange.
MistressMichelle:
Exactly, because u r submissive!!!
Jill gasped. Why had she done as she was told. Oddly, it just seemed natural to obey this woman and truth be told she was very horny after the hour-long conversation with this online stranger.
Curiousbutshy:
Oh...
MistressMichelle:
And I imagine your pussy is very wet
Jill could feel the wetness leaking slightly out of her fevered pussy, it was undeniable, although she wasn't sure if that was because of Michelle or just her overactive libido.
MistressMichelle:
Is it?
Curiousbutshy:
Yes
MistressMichelle:
Why?
Curiousbutshy:
I have no idea.
Jill really didn't.
MistressMichelle:
I think you do. You are horny because u crave obedience. You want to let go...you want to be seen as a smart, attractive and successful woman in public, but you also have your sexual needs...your desire to let go...to be a slut...to be a...
