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Shannon Becomes a Submissive
By
Jan
When girls are in high school they convince themselves that if they admit their sexual desires for their girlfriends they will be ostracized and everyone in school will reject them. All of their lives they have been told nice girls don't have sex with each other.
Shannon was one of those girls that endured the pawing hands of boys to be normal. She resisted letting any boys attempt to get in her panties. She did fantasize about having sex with her best friends. Under no circumstance did she ever act on her desires.
When it came time to go to college she had to leave the comfort of her small town and go to the State College. She had to live in the female dorm the freshman year but she had to remain in the dorm for the other three years because her family could not afford to help her rent an apartment off campus.
While she was at college she became aware that some girls were proud that they were lesbians and made no attempt to hide that they were dykes. Shannon was still too shy to admit to herself that she was gay. In her senior year of college she finally had a room to herself.
She had developed a friendship with a girl named Sara. She admired her even though she knew she was a dyke. She didn't talk to her about sex but admired her openness about her sexuality. Sara was an art major. She dressed a little bohemian most of the time. Whenever she was taking pottery classes she would dress in baggy bib overalls and tank tops. When she would come back to the dorm her clothes would either be covered in clay dust or smelling of linseed oil and covered in paint. When she went out on dates she would dress nicer but there was never a doubt that she was the dyke and the girls she dated were the Fems.
Shannon would only casually tease her about this or that girl being a heart breaker, never enough to anger Sara. When semester break came that year she didn't have enough money to go home for the week so she stayed on campus. She was suffering with the blues.
Sara didn't go home either because her family didn't approve of her lifestyle. She invited Shannon to go to the local pizza parlor with her to celebrate the end of the semester. Shannon needed cheering up and agreed. They walked the few blocks to the pizza parlor and ordered a large pizza with everything but anchovies on it. That meant that it would have pepperoni, sweet Italian sausage, olives, onions and bell peppers on it along with the cheese. They ordered a carafe of Chianti wine. They were having a good time and one bottle followed another. By the time they finished the pizza they were both pretty drunk.
Sara helped Shannon, insisting that she was too drunk to go back to the dorm. She helped her walk to her little apartment to sleep it off in her bed. They were in a jovial mood as they stumbled up the old wooden steps to the front door of her apartment.
Sara deposited her on top of the bed without attempting to remove her clothes. Shannon was asleep almost as quick as her head hit the pillow. She hardly even noticed that Sara had cuddled up against her back. She slept for a few hours. She even rolled over and faced Sara in her sleep. What woke her up was the feeling of a hand being shoved down the back of her tight jeans. She felt the warm hand roaming all over her butt under her panties. At first she thought it was some boy from high school and she tried to get away.
As she woke up she smelled the vinegar smell of Sara's breath. She tried to pull Sara's hand out of her pants but was unable to get away. She tried to protest but Sara kissed her on the mouth. There was a bitter taste because both of them had bad breath but the taste went away after a second. When the kiss ended Sara pulled her head away and she had the biggest "Cheshire Cat" grin on her face. She continued to hold Shannon tightly against her body.
Shannon could not believe that Sara had actually shoved her hand so far down the back of her jeans that her fingers were actually touching her vulva. She stuck her finger into the folds of her pussy and rubbed her clit until Shannon could not resist the feeling any longer. She even pulled her hand back up her hinny crack and stuck her finger into Shannon's asshole. Shannon could not believe how much she liked the feeling being stimulated in her ass.
Shannon's resistance melted away. She returned Sara's kisses. She hardly even noticed that Sara was taking their clothes off. She just sucked on Sara's nipples when they were placed in front of her face. She was still kind of blacking out for moments at a time. When she became aware that Sara was sucking her pussy she saw Sara's hairy pussy being lowered down to her face at the same time.
She had thought she would gag at the taste of another person's bodily fluids but she found herself lapping at Sara's pussy like a kitten laps up milk. Both of them climaxed several times before they fell asleep as the morning sun heated up the apartment.
When Shannon woke up she felt dirty. She felt as if Sara had scarred her soul for life. She quietly slipped away from Sara and got dressed. Just bending over to pick up her clothes sent blood rushing to her head causing her temples to throb like someone was pounding on them with drum sticks. When she exited the apartment and smelled the damp grass she felt sick. She retched up all of that food and wine all over the grass. She was too sick to think about food.
It took weeks for Shannon to convince herself that it was not her fault that she had been raped. But she could not convince herself that she had not enjoyed the sex. She avoided Sara the next semester and never talked to her again.
It took years for Shannon to realize she preferred the company of women over men. She even got married briefly and had a daughter before she realized marriage was not for her. She divorced her husband and found a job to support her daughter. She was living the life of a celibate for a few years.
She passes a lesbian night club coming and going to work. The place is closed when she goes to work but she sometimes sees the kind of women frequenting the bar when she travels that street at night. There is one woman that she has seen several times standing in front of the place. She is fascinated by her because of the way she dresses.
She is a tall woman more the six feet tall and she normally dresses in black leather. She typically has on a leather duster. It is normally open and she catches a glimpse of her platform boots that cover her leather pants. She has on a leather corset that holds up her large breasts. She can see a tattoo on her left breast. She can't make out what it is but who cares? Her dark hair was cut in a page boy with curls on both cheeks. She sometimes has a black leather billed cap on her head. She is normally smoking a cigarette. Some times when she drove past she would be talking to other women. She even felt a twinge of jealousy that the woman was talking to someone else.
One evening when her daughter was visiting her granny, Shannon made up her mind to meet her woman in black. She parked her car in a lot close to the bar and walked up to the entrance. Would she be there?
When she got close she could not see the woman. She was disappointed. She had never been in a gay bar before. When she got to the entrance of the bar, she debated with herself about whether she should enter or not. Since she was there she figured she might as well see what it was like.
It was rather dark inside. It took her a minute to get used to the darkness she looked around before approaching the bar. She ordered vodka 7 on the rocks. Now she sat on a stool and checked out the room in the mirror. She didn't see her leather woman. She found it a strange collection of women.
There were some women that looked like librarians. Their hair piled up on their heads with print dresses, lace collars, long sleeves and hem lines and practical shoes. She would not have been surprised to see a book of Mormon in their hand. Talk about looking out of place.
There were other's that looked like they wanted to be outlaw bikers. Hair cropped short, leather motorcycle jackets, tight jeans and heavy soled boots. They had surly looks on their faces while they smoked cigarettes. Some were even smoking cigars.
Then there were the gothic girls. They had spiked hair, dyed purple with black lipstick and fingernails. They also had body and facial piercing. They were in ragged black T-shirts and jeans. They had tattoos on their necks and arms denoting satanic symbols or Chinese writing. She felt like she had walked through Alice's Looking glass.
She was starting to feel uncomfortable. She figured she would just finish her drink and slip out. She was feeling uneasy about being in the place. It may have been a bad idea in the first place. Just as she swallowed the last mouthful of her drink she pushed the glass away and stood up to leave.
A voice said, "Don't rush off. Let me buy you a drink." It was an older woman with bleached blond hair. She smiled at her and said, "I don't think so, maybe another time."
The woman gave her a hurt look as she turned to leave. As she exited the bar and the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke was replaced by the damp night air and car exhaust she almost bumped into the tall woman in leather.
The woman smiled at her and said, "Where are you going, honey? Did the girls freak you out?"
She froze in her tracks, trembling. She had lost her nerve. All she said was, "I made a mistake."
The woman had that long leather duster on and she smelled of leather and cigarette smoke. She flicked her cigarette butt into the street and placed her arm around her waist. "Don't run off. I'm sure you were looking for something. Everyone is a little scared their first time they think about coming out."
Shannon's voice broke as she said, "I was looking for you. I have seen you here for months." She shut up because she had said too much.
The woman gave her a warm smile. "I understand. If it bothers you to be among so many strange women, why don't we go across the street to the diner and have something to eat. We can talk about what you want and you will feel more comfortable."
Shannon was appreciative of her understanding and nodded her head affirmative. The woman took her arm and locked her leather clad arm with Shannon's at the elbow. They crossed the street at the intersection. The diner was a corner restaurant with glass windows facing the intersecting streets. They sat down at a table for two next to the window. They picked up the two menus and looked at them.
The woman said, "My name is Charlie, Chuck to my friends." The butch name was not lost on Shannon. "My name is Shannon."
Charlie mentioned that this diner is known for their Ruben sandwich and onion rings. When the gum chewing waitress approached them with her order pad in hand she asked, "Good evening ladies have you decided what you will have?"
Both of them ordered the Rubens and onion rings. Charlie selected coffee and Shannon selected a Coke. As the waitress left they continued talking. Charlie was flattered that she had been looking for her. She asked her if she had ever dated a woman before. Shannon told her about her only college encounter and how she had become dissatisfied with marriage. She told her about her daughter and how she had been living like a celibate nun for the past few years. To say that Charlie was interested in this woman would be an understatement.
Charlie told Shannon about herself. She told her, "Because of her height she had never been the object of men's desires. When she was just entering puberty she was taller them most adult women. A teacher at school suggested that she join a group of tall people caller the 'Top Hatters.' At the club meetings I met a woman that was six-foot four that took a liking to me. We became fast friends. I was spending all of my free time with her. When she suggested that she would like to make love to me I was thrilled. She was a dominatrix and she taught me to be one too."
After they ate Charlie paid their bill. They exited the diner. Shannon did not want to lose the opportunity to find out if she was a lesbian now that she had finally met the woman that she had fantasized about for months.
Charlie knew she could not go home with her new friend because of the child. She suggested that she join her for a drink at her place. Shannon felt a tingle in her body, as she accepted. Shannon told her that her car was parked across the street in a lot behind the bar. Charlie said, "It will be safe there for awhile." and led Shannon to her own car. They rode to her place in silence because they both did not know what to say. They pulled into the underground parking lot her reserved parking stall. They took the elevator up to the third floor and walked down the balcony to the door to her apartment. When they were inside Charlie took her leather coat off and tossed it across the breakfast stool in front of the bar adjoining the kitchenette. Charlie asked, "What would you like?"
Shannon said, "Vodka-7 if you have it."
Charlie smiled, 'No problem."
She took a bottle down from the cabinet above the fried and a can of 7-up out of the fridge along with some ice cubes. She filled two tall glasses with ice and a generous amount of vodka over the ice before opening the can. While she was doing that Shannon was checking out Charlie's outfit.
As she had suspected she was dressed in tight leather pants with platform boots that added at least two inches to her impressive six-foot three or four body. The tight fitting leather corset lifted her large breasts up so that a generous amount of flesh spilled over the top of the built in bra. She got a good look at the tattoo on her right tit as she poured their drinks. It was a naked little cherub with a cocked silk top hat on her head.
Charlie came around and handed Shannon her glass as she took a sip of her own drink. Charlie led her to the couch and sat down next to her. She assured her, "I do not want to frighten you. If you really want to experience sex with a woman I would be thrilled to be your guide through the world of Sappho."
Shannon was overwhelmed by the size of the woman but she felt safe in her presence. She knew this woman would never hurt her. All she could say was, "I don't really know what to do."
Charlie smiled, "Just sit back and let me take charge."
Shannon did just that as she sipped on her drink. She drank a little too fast and the strong drink went right to her head but she did relax.
Charlie placed her naked arm around her shoulders and with the other hand she started feeling her breasts. Shannon was not a tall woman but her breasts were large for her frame and they were firm. The nylon bra she had on was almost like not having anything on under her dress. She had selected a dress with a plunging neckline to show off her best feature. Charlie pulled both tits over the top of the dress and began playing with the nipples. When she leaned over and started sucking on them Shannon could hardly breathe.
Charlie skillfully unfastened the dress as she stripped Shannon to the waist. She even pulled her own breasts over the top of the corset and fed one of her own nipples to Shannon.
Shannon grasped the volleyball sized tit with both of her small hands as she sucked on the tit. The smell of warm leather was very erotic to her. There was just a hint of perfume but cigarette smoke masked that too. She was so occupied with the nipple she hardly noticed that Charlie was lifting her dress up. She had selected her best and sexiest nylons. They were dark and self supporting. The nylon panties matched her bra. They were dark nylon but they were so thin that her pubic hair was visible through the fabric. As Charlie rubbed the crotch of her panties the juice soaked through and became a frothy foam before becoming a sticky, transparent, smelly mess.
Charlie could not take it any longer and knelt between Shannon's legs so that she could remove the panties. When they were free of her feet Charlie smelled the crotch like a wine connoisseur would smell a cork.
Shannon had been disappointed that the big tit had been deprived her and when she saw Charlie smelling the crotch of her panties she blushed. She knew they must smell strong. She almost jumped when Charlie stuffed the wad of material deep into her pussy and then bent over and licked her cunt from asshole to clit. Charlie pulled the wad of material out of her cunt with her teeth. She pulled the panties in her mouth and sucked the juice from them. When she removed the panties from her mouth they were almost dry.
Charlie sucked her pussy until Shannon was clawing at her back as she shouted the arrival of her climax. Having brought Shannon to a climax she was ready to demand her own sexual gratification. She debated abut unlacing her boots so that she could take her leather pants off but she was too fucking horny. She unfastened the silver buckle and unzipped her leather pants. She stood up long enough to pull them down to the tops of the boots and then pulled down her little black panties as far as they would go before she sat down.
Shannon had been looking at her wide hips and saw the dark fold of her ass with the black pubic hair covering her vulva. She watched as Charlie sat down and she told Shannon to kneel between her legs. As she complied Charlie lifted her legs up and lowered them over Shannon's back. Her head was trapped between the thick thighs. The pubic hair was not trimmed but it looked more like pictures of oriental women's pubic hair, black, straight and not all that much. Just enough hair to gather up the natural smell of her pussy. But because of the leather pants her skin smelled like the tannin in leather.
It had been years since the college encounter but she still knew what to do with her tongue. Charlie's labia were meaty and dark colored. Shannon sucked them into her mouth and pulled her head back as she stretched the labia. She was even able to suck Charlie's clit into her mouth too. She was shaking her head from side to side and that covered her face with the juices that Charlie was secreting. After Charlie had climaxed they both knew Shannon would have to get home to relieve her babysitter.
They untangled and got dressed. Charlie drove her back to her car. On the way Charlie could not let Shannon go out of her life like that. She gave Shannon her business card with her home phone and cell phone number. Shannon wrote down her own number on the back of one of Charlie's cards. She kissed her and promised to call her soon.
As soon as Shannon got home and paid the babysitter she checked on her daughter and then got ready for bed. Before she turned out the lights she picked up her bedside phone and called Charlie. "I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed the evening. I want to do it again as soon as possible."
Charlie said, "I had a good time too. What about this weekend?"
Shannon said, "I can let mom look after my Sara this weekend." (Shannon had named her daughter after her first sexual encounter.)
Shannon eventually fell in love with Charlie and became her sub toy. She even allowed Charlie to sleep over. Sara eventually learned that her mother was the sub of a dyke. She discovered how much Charlie enjoyed spanking subs and fucking them with her toys. Shannon even met some of her girlfriends. Shannon never turned gothic but she did get a tattoo on her thigh that was a little naked winged cherub with her finger in her pussy.
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