Chapter One
In her dingy studio apartment, Minny Burgess twirled naked in front of the full-length mirror. Not bad for thirty! She never went to college, so it was time to have some of the wilder fun she’d missed out on. Sure, she’d gone to football games and attended a graduation last year, but she’d behaved herself.
Slipping on a black skirt, she contemplated her shoe choices. Black high heels it was! She hooked on her white lace bra and covered it with a white T-shirt.
Young guys today didn’t necessarily go for a size fourteen, but she’d get some attention. Of course, she wasn’t going to actually get any tonight! She wasn’t going to screw a student and lose her job. Administrative assistant to the science department wasn’t thrilling, but it paid her bills and gave her benefits. The rules, however, didn’t prevent her from having a little fun on campus. She’d always wanted to be in a sorority. There was a chance she could get into trouble, but she wasn’t going to do anything illegal. She just wanted to experience a little college fun.
Recapturing her youth seemed silly in the light of day with all the serious professors she juggled. Still, being around all these students cutting loose and enjoying life made her realize what she’d given up in high school and afterward. As she sat at her tiny kitchen table and opened her laptop, she felt guilty obsessing over what she’d lost out on. She didn’t regret passing on college. Taking care of her mom while she was sick had been the right thing.
It was having a job on a college campus triggering all this wildness envy. Before, she’d had admin jobs at boring businesses and behaved herself. Then again, she’d had a dom before to keep her in line and satisfy her. None of the doms or the jobs had worked out in the long term. Her last dom went for less complicated subs, ones who did anything they were told in the end. She’d never found the man she trusted enough to truly let herself go.
Studying the “Masters Wanted” blog, she felt a tingle that said do it ! It was the same feeling that sparked her to move from South Carolina to the chilly Northeast and take this job in a tiny college town. The job felt right, but she needed a personal outlet. After a year here, she was still searching for something.
The blog had some good points. Private was better. She could try the local BDSM social get-togethers or even the kink nights to meet someone, but the lifestyle wasn’t going out dancing and having a few drinks. If the wrong person saw her, she could lose her job for nothing more than trying to meet the right man. The kink was best kept private if possible, and maybe she could meet someone online.
Better to start with the blog and see if she got any good replies before she showed her face on the scene. Doms took one look at her and wanted to play, but they lost interest when she wasn’t a stereotypical dumb blonde or looking for a Daddy Dom.
She closed her eyes and let her fingers fly on the keys.
Bedroom sub looking for a dom who can go all night and handle spirit! I can be a very bratty sub, and I want a firm hand to punish me when I get out of line. Nothing public, no blood, no real whips. No extreme or edge play. Role playing is a favorite of mine. Must love curves! I’m a size fourteen and won’t diet. Playmates okay. Love would be great, but I’m realistic. Forty or under, well hung, and good with a paddle please!
Her requirements were specific but would hopefully weed out the doms who wouldn’t work out. That was a game she had played when she discovered the lifestyle and a dungeon. The frustration of a small college town and being single was starting to wear on her. She reread the post to make sure she didn’t sound as needy and desperate as she felt. The longer she went without some kink, the more likely she was to give in to college campus temptations.
Posting the message, she closed her eyes and asked her mom to send
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