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I’d always thought that I was submissive woman…

I’d always thought that I was submissive woman. My whole life I had been with men, and I’d always let them manhandle me and do things to me that I wouldn’t tell anyone about. I loved the way it felt to let go of my control and give it to someone else. I enjoyed it, and I thought that was the way it would always be until I met Rachelle. 

There was something about her that made me deeply uncomfortable. I couldn’t figure out what it was about her, but I realized that I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to make her scream with pain and I wanted to fucking make her fuck for me. I wanted to shove shit in her pussy, lots of objects. I looked around the room and began to imagine myself shoving these objects into her cunt. The candlesticks would be fun, and the long, slender vase that was filled with one single flower; a long-stemmed red rose. 

My friend Roxy, and Rachelle’s roommate, introduced us and I shook her hand and my mouth dropped open. I could tell Rachelle knew she was having an impact on me. Her smile curled slightly to the left, as if we had shared a secret between us. I raised my eyebrows at her and I wanted to smack the shit out of her perfect, pretty face. I wanted to…fuck her. Not like a girl. I wanted to fuck her like a guy, as if I were a guy, and I felt like one. Suddenly I felt aggressive, and angry and I couldn’t seem to stop myself from going after her. It was as if instinct had taken over me, and I was powerless to stop it. 

I got up and moved to her, leaning in to where my mouth was next to her ear. I leaned further until I could smell her hair and I let the scent flood my senses. I was momentarily distracted by her, but then the anger came back, my will to hurt her rising. 

“We should go somewhere where we can be alone,” I whispered. “Take me somewhere private,” I ordered her and she nodded. 

“Come this way,” she pulled me until we were in a bedroom. She locked the door and gave me a naughty look, one that dared me to do something to her. I knew that look. I’d given it to men plenty of times, but now Rachelle was doing it to me, and it was having the desired effect. I pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. I covered her mouth with kisses and I watched myself, in awe at how I’d changed. I was dominant now with Rachelle, and I could feel the power of having her under my control coursing through me like a drug. I wanted to fucking hurt her and so I choked her frail little neck as I kissed her. I moved my other hand to her pussy and fingered here, hitting her G-spot with a fierceness that made her writhe and scream with pleasure. 

“You like this, don’t you, you little slut?” I asked her, sounding just like all the men that had dominated me in the past. I became them as I ordered her around. “You have any dildos in this place?” I asked her, almost hoping she would say no so I could fuck her with a spatula or a softball bat. 

“Yes. Right here. This is my room,” she explained and she fished out a harness with a strapped on dildo. I smiled with pleasure. For some reason, this was perfect. I had been feeling like a man, like the kind of guy who could take control. And now I had my very own cock for the first time, and my very first slut to fuck with it! I strapped it onto my body and smiled sadistically. I had a dick now. And I was going to use it. 

“Rachelle, you’re a fucking slut. Get on your hands and knees. Stick that whore pussy out for me.” I liked how commanding I was. I sounded like someone she should listen to, and she did. She let out a cute, little moan and she scrambled into position. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her taut so her back was in a reverse arch. She looked so slutty as I shoved the plastic cock into her waiting pussy. She let out a long, howl that made me so much more horny than I’d ever been. I’d never wanted to destroy someone before, but something inside of me knew that Rachelle needed this just as much as I did. I fucked her so ridiculously hard, harder than any man had ever dared to fuck me. 

Rachelle came hard on my plastic dick and I watched as she had orgasm after orgasm, only encouraging me to fuck her even harder. I grabbed her neck and choked her hard. It came so naturally, so perfectly. I couldn’t seem to stop myself, as my hips thrust into her, and my heart was fierce with the passion of a dominant man. Except I wasn’t a man, and I knew it. I was just a woman who had lost her fucking mind. I was just a woman who had only been submissive, and suddenly had snapped. I blamed Rachelle for this. She was the first girl I had ever fucked, and yet she was the one that brought out the man in me, the man in me I’d never known I’d had. 

I came to a stop as my lungs ran out of air and I collapsed, tired from all of my anger and inner torment. Rachel lay in a heap and I found her body with mine and held her tightly, as if she were my life raft. I was scared by the way I had acted and the things I had felt, but Rachelle didn’t seem to notice. Instead, her mouth found mine and she kissed my mouth and my neck and then down to the plastic cock. She loosened the harness, and let the dick drop away. Then she parted my pussy lips and she licked my clit for me. I hadn’t realized the orgasm that I had been harboring, but as Rachelle released it I felt something inside of me shift. I let myself scream and cum all over her pretty, little face. I felt so vulnerable then as I came for her, and I wondered if men felt this way when they fell in love. I wondered if men felt weak when they let their guard down and let a beautiful woman make them cum. 

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