It’s femdom night

Some people may find it strange, that a cute, innocent looking girl like you secretly enjoys dominating men. But that's how you are. You discovered it some years ago. Some matcho pig from your high school who you used to date for almost two weeks claimed to have fucked you, which was not true. He did this likely as some kind of **** for you breaking up with him. When you publicly denied it you hurt his reputation and the same day after school he ambushed you in the bike shed.

He called you a whore, worthless bitch and said it would have been an honor for you to get deflowered by a popular, atlethic guy like him. You soon had enough of this and tried to get past him. But he grabbed your arm and **** you against the wall. You never found out if would have hurt, **** or simply yelled at you. Because in the very next moment your knee makes contact with his balls and the idiot went down to the ground. It would have been a good idea to quickly get away or call a teacher or police. But something hold you back. The asshole crawling at your feet clutching his balls somehow turned you on like nothing before. Without thinking you pulled out your phone with one hand and reached down to his pants. You get inside his jeans and put your hand around his babymakers. Then you told him to look in your camera, confess that he told lies about you and beg for forgiveness. Otherwiese you promised him to make sure his bloodline dies with him.

Not knowing if you bluff or not he immediately agreed and begged for forgiveness. You filmed anything just in case he somehow gets more stupid ideas in the near future. But this was not necessary, since he never dared to cause you any more trouble. And you quite enjoyed the frightened looks he gave you when you walk past him at the floor. You generally enjoyed the power you have over boys. And it didn't took long until you turned in a true femdom.

Your true nature indeed surprised several of your former boyfriends. Especially thoose who believe men have to be strong and protect their women. However, most guys were at least ready to try your fantasies. But none of them managed to get along with your harsh, dominant and sometimes even cruel personality. Which is likely the reason why you are actually single again.

Charleen suddenly interrupts your thoughts. The couple in front of you, a Woman around fourty in black latex and a guy the same age in a leather harness just paid the fee and got inside the club. It's now your turn. Quickly you show the man at the entrence your reservation. Tonight women are for free. However, you just realize that Charleen likely don't has a reservation. But according to her smile, that is likely not necessary.

"Good evening, Tommy," Charleen greets grinning, "I don't have a reservation, but you wouldn't let an old friend stay outside in this cold, dark night."

"Why not?" the Guy called Tommy asks amused, "this way I would have you all for myself tonight."

"No hard feelings, buddy," Charleen answers, "but I already got a date for tonight. And she has tits. I hardly believe you can top that."

"Ah, tits, yes," Tommy mumbles, "I knew there was something. Well, I will be honest with you. Until now we have more men then women. So I was told to let any woman in who is ready to take part in this event."

"I am a woman who is ready to take part in this event," Charleen says happy, "what a coincidence.

"Perfect," Tommy says, "so Anna, what is your side this time? Are you Charleens mistress, her sub or are you both doms?"

"Yes, Anna, that's a good question," Charleen says, "what are we?"