her story

"when I was eleven" she begins after a long, thoughtful pause "I was traveling with my mother, and while looking out of my carriage I saw a man, nearly as large as you, pulling a plow through a field. when I asked my mother to stop the carriage to speak with him, she obliged me. when we spoke to him, he bowed and scraped, clearly afraid. That didn't seem right to me, This man, who is as strong as a work horse, cowering before a tiny woman and her tiny daughter.

Ever since that day, I was fascinated by large men, and the power they have in those massive bodies. but I was always frustrated at their restraint. They had so much strength, but they never used all of it. As I matured, my interest, and my frustration, became sexual in nature. I used to dream of being defeated, of a man controlling me through raw physical ****. I never told anyone, for fear of what they would think of me.

And then, well..." she gestures around the room, then to you "this happened." she says, leaving her hands drop.

And that is when you strike.