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Dominant. Lindsey’s heart jumped. Camilla hadn’t elaborated, but she didn’t have to. Lindsey had already detected some hint of it in the way Camilla held herself in her profile photo. This woman was a Dominant, with a capital D. Lindsey had dabbled enough in BDSM that she knew exactly what that meant. And Lindsey was intrigued.
“You look like a nun,”
“Okay. Don’t forget to check in with me when you get there. Just so I know you’re okay and that this woman isn’t some creep.” “I doubt Camilla is a creep.” “You never know,” Faith said. “And if anything happens, and you need rescuing, call me.” “Is there anything else, Mom?” Lindsey asked. Faith stuck out her tongue.
“Is everything okay?” Camilla asked. “Yeah,” Lindsey said. “I’m just a bit nervous. I’m still new to this.” She meant the sugar baby part, not the ‘going on a date with a woman’ part. “I know it can be nerve-wracking at first. It’s easiest to think of it as the two of us getting to know each other. No pressure, and no obligations.”
Camilla sat back and crossed her arms. “If you must know, I like to take charge in a relationship. And I don’t just mean in bed. I like control. I like things done a certain way. I like my routines. A lot of women have a problem with that. More than one ex-girlfriend of mine has called me a control freak.” “I don’t see anything wrong with that,” Lindsey said. “And I don’t mind being on the other end. Of giving up control. It’s nice, sometimes, to be told what to do. To have someone else make decisions for you. It can be freeing, not to have to worry about the little things.”
“This might come as a shock to you, but when it comes to women who are into women, a lack of equipment is rarely a problem.”
“I still don’t get it,” Faith said. “Why would you let someone control you?” “I’m not letting her control me,” Lindsey replied. “I’m choosing to give her control. There’s a difference. And I’m only giving her control of some things.”
“I expect updates from the minute you arrive.” “Sure,” Lindsey said. “And be safe. Call me the moment Camilla shows any sign of wanting to tie you up and lock you in her dungeon.” Faith grinned. “Although, by the sound of things, both of you would probably like that.”
She was going to like it here.
Annie played in my head, "I think gonna like it! I'm sure I'm like it heeeeere!"
Camilla ran her tongue up and down, gliding it over Lindsey’s folds. Lindsey moaned. She had never been this wet in her life.
But Lindsey was tired of being kept in the dark. And she was worried. Camilla had seemed off at breakfast in the morning. What if something was wrong?
Its genuinely none of your business. And if it was your business or she was ready to tell you, you'd know.
Against her better judgment, Lindsey pushed the door open even more, just enough so that she could see inside.
Can any character ever follow their better judgment?
“I take it you were enjoying yourself?” Camilla asked. “I don’t know if enjoying is the right word,” Lindsey said. “It was difficult. And frustrating. It was like I’d forgotten everything I’d ever learned. But after a while, it all came back to me.” A smile spread across her face. “God, I’d forgotten what that felt like. To get so lost in something that it’s like the rest of the world just fades away. It’s a great feeling.”
“Tell Faith I said hello, and to make herself at home.” “I will.” Lindsey looked back at Faith, who was sprawled out on the bed. “I should warn you, she’s already five minutes away from moving in.” Faith stuck out her tongue.
“It’s not that simple. I know it is for you, but it isn’t for me. I’ve never been anything other than straight. And if I do have feelings for Camilla, what does that make me?” “Does it matter? Attraction isn’t always black and white. Everyone’s experience is different. Maybe you like women. Maybe you just like sex with women. Maybe you just like sex with Camilla. Or maybe, you just like her, period. You don’t have to put a label on whatever it is you feel.”
“Stop worrying about what you think you should or shouldn’t feel, and just let yourself feel it.”
As Lindsey lost herself in Camilla’s lips, she realized that it wasn’t pretty dresses, or fancy dinners, or expensive gifts that she wanted. What she wanted was Camilla, in every way she could possibly want another person. She and her Mistress had built this irresistible lie together. And Lindsey was starting to find it hard to separate the lie from the truth.
This was the life. Luxuriating by the pool next to a mansion, with her beautiful Mistress next to her.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am naive. Maybe I’ll wake up one day and realize that I don’t want this life with Camilla anymore.” Lindsey clenched her fists in her lap. “I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future. But I know what I feel right now. And I care about Camilla more than I even know how to express. I’m not going to leave her. There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be than by her side.”
“It’s this incredible, impossible, overwhelming thing that drives you crazy, and upends your whole existence,” Vicki said. “It makes you wonder how a single person can cause so much turmoil.” Was that what this feeling was? Love? “But it’s worth it. Even if it means putting your heart on the line and risking everything, it’s so worth it.”
She doesn’t need anyone else to survive. But it’s a very lonely existence when all you do is survive.”
Lindsey was hers so completely that both her mind and body understood that it couldn’t have true release without her Mistress’s permission.
