The girl

The idea of being under the complete dominance of another person turns Leigh on more than she would ever have imagined. Bowing, submitting, kissing feet, giving service; being beaten and denied orgasm; being used to her breaking point. It all sounds so delicious.

She realizes with some surprise that she doesn't even care what gender this hypothetical dom is. She hasn't held her childhood conservative notions for a few years now, and has idly considered the idea of being with a woman, but it never until now seemed like something she'd truly, deeply be into. But the idea of being under this mistress's boot made her gush just as much as being taken in hand by the master.

But she could hardly expect a master or mistress to just pop up out of nowhere. She briefly considered just asking one of her friends to dominate her, laughing at the absurdity of the idea. She wanted to try something though--anything to find herself in service to a strong spirit, anything to be subdued.