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Cindy Discovers Submission


Afterwards, she had me sit on her lap and she comforted me.
We kissed and she rubbed my breasts. We drove to my house
and on the way she told me I would lick her clitoris until
she experienced a great orgasm too.

It was Friday afternoon and I was glad I didn't have
a date. I'd been asked but nothing seemed right about
any of them. I just wanted to be alone.

Seattle was rainy when I boarded the United flight to Los
Angeles. Where did they get the LAX from and the other names
for the airports anyway? Who's job was it at the CAB
to name them?

First class always appeals to me. Not just in flights but
everything else too. I guess I just feel more important
when I spend more money on me. Clothes, car, my hair, having
my nails done, a facial, presents for friends, restaurants
and flying in first class. Why was I thinking of all these
things? My mind was wandering.

My presentation this morning went well. I was proud of myself.
Somehow, being the only woman in the meeting made me proud.
"It was a man's world" was boring but it
still held true in my career. Marketers were almost all
men up to five years ago with Bennett Financial. I even feel
that it should be men out making the living in their little
Brooks Bros. suits and wing tip shoes and white button down
shirts. I don't want to be out here in Seattle, flying,
working, driving with little time for me. That's why
I'm glad I don't have a date this evening when I
get home. I just want to be alone.

"Excuse me, ma'am" the attendant was saying.
I guess I had dropped off. I was aware that my right foot was
asleep and my shoes had gone under my seat. I was turned on
my right side sleeping. I had a vague feeling of being wakened
in the middle of an anxious dream and at first I was a little
afraid. Where was I? "Excuse me, Miss Albright, I
don't mean to wake you but we need to move a passenger
up next to you; we seem to be having some problem getting
her lights and fan to work, do you mind?"

I still was a little foggy. I must have been sleeping for
some time. I usually only have trouble waking after I fall
asleep for one or two hours in the afternoon. I didn't
even answer and I noticed another woman standing next to
the flight attendant. She was going to sit next to me.

"I'm Jackie Montague. I hope you don't mind
awfully letting me sit next to you. The controls over my
seat weren't working and I couldn't read and there
was no fan. I guess there was some kind of electrical problem,
nothing major."

I answered not fully awake. Mostly nodded. "That's
fine. I'm Cindy Albright, please sit down."
My valise was not on the seat next to me but I guessed the flight
attendant had put it overhead.

Jackie rang the call button. The attendant arrived. "I'd
like a glass of orange juice, may I order something for you
Cindy"? Orange juice sounded great right now and
something in her voice was strangely appealing. I answered
right away. "Yes, I'd like orange juice too,

Jackie stared at me for just a moment longer than necessary.
A smile came over her mouth. Strangely appealing. "I'm
going to LA, you?" she said. The way she spoke. Very
direct. That's what everyone at work says is my claim
to success. Being direct. I didn't feel direct though.
She was direct. And her stare was sort of piercing. She smiled
when she spoke but it didn't really seem like a complete
smile. Just partly. The rest of her smile was as though she
was holding something back.

"Me too. I live in LA and have been in Seattle for a couple
of days. My work."

Jackie sipped her drink. "What kind of work are you
involved in?" Now we were going to do some chit chat
I could see but she seemed a little more interesting than
most. For the last two days I had been involved in so many
sets of small talk that I hoped we could really talk. I wanted
to really talk. No more chit chat, please. "I work
for a financial corporation that sells certain products
to banks. I've been in Seattle presenting our product
line to a couple of banks."

"I live in LA and work for CNN, the news tv channel, "
Jackie said. "I'm in sales too, a little like
you, I imagine, Cindy." No one ever calls me by my name.
Somehow, it always sounds serious. Like when I was a little
girl and my mom would call me into the house, especially
if I had done something to displease her. Jackie appeared
to be about five years older than me. It was hard to tell in
this light, though. Five or six years older I would guess.

I had just had my twenty-eighth birthday about a month earlier.
I could forget about most of it except the cake with the candle
that Frank ordered at the restaurant he had taken me to.
Not the cake, the song the waiters had struggled through.
It was horrible. But it was funny. Frank was funny that night
too. Frank was usually not too funny. I was glad we were taking
some time away from each other to think out our relationship.

Jackie was impeccably dressed in a dark tailored suit,
white blouse, tie and dark heels. I hadn't noticed
but she looked somewhat masculine. Her hair was dark and
fairly short. She had a very serious business look about
her. And she seemed sure of herself. The way I always wanted
to feel, but didn't. She had the look of success in the
marketing field that many women now had. But she looked
successful. I tried but she had the look and probably would
have it no matter what she was wearing.

"I'm going to have a glass of wine and I'd
like you to join me", Jackie said. She rang the call
button as I was nodding my approval. Her nails were done
very nicely and recently too. I always notice nails. Yesterday,
I had run into a woman from a competing financial company,
coming out from giving a presentation to one of the banks
I had called on. She had been just in front of me and I guess
I had arrived a little early. Usually, I don't get to
see the people who are before me. It is considered in poor
taste to allow people in competition to actually see one
another. Probably just an example of one of the unwritten
rules made by men before I got on the scene. Her nails looked
terrible. I laughed; maybe that was why I had been received
so nicely at First Interstate Bank.

"To a new friendship" I heard Jackie say as she
held up her glass for a toast. I clicked my glass against
hers. The wine was good. Cold and not too sweet. "I
toured the wine country in northern California last year
on vacation." Jackie was speaking again to me. I liked
the crispness in her voice. There was a faint accent I couldn't

"I've never been" I heard myself saying.
The wine was giving me a warm all over feeling and I was looking
at Jackie to see what she was going to say next. I guess she
must have seen me almost staring at her. She smiled again.

"Do you like wine?" she asked me.

"Yes, but I don't know much about it" I responded.
I had finished my glass and felt good. Jackie had pushed
the call button again and had ordered us both another glass.
She seemed to know that I wanted another because she didn't
bother to ask me first.

I found myself talking about my work and about Frank, dating
and how I looked forward to a weekend without a date. I talked
and talked. Jackie would stop me occasionally to ask me
questions but she really didn't say much about herself.
She was a vice president of a certain division of CNN and
had been with them for about five years. She covered the
West Coast and traveled often. We both went to many of the
same cities.

We were now approaching LAX and the seat belt sign had just
come on. I was still holding my wine glass and Jackie noticed
the sign coming on and reached over me and fastened my belt
for me. She smiled again. She was very pretty as she got close
to me. Her smile and her manner told me everything was alright.
I felt safe with her. With Frank, I never felt safe. I was
always the one to decide things, figure out where we were
going. Frank would never have thought to buckle my seat
belt if we were traveling together. It was nice. I liked

"Why don't we get together this weekend and go
shopping or to dinner? I don't have any plans and I'd
like your company, " Jackie said. I was just thinking
the same thing but I couldn't get the nerve to say anything.
I was glad she spoke up.

"I'd like that" I responded. We exchanged
phone numbers and she said she would call me the next morning
around 11:00.

It was around dusk when the plane touched down and we parked
at the terminal. Jackie shook my hand and kissed me lightly
on the left cheek. She smelled very good. I was already looking
forward to her call tomorrow.

"Hello" I spoke nervously into the phone when
it rang. It was 11:20 a.m. and she was late. Or, I hoped it
was her. I had considered calling her but I felt foolish.
I was eager to speak with her again. How could this be? I was
actually drawn to this attractive woman somewhat older
than me.

"Hello Cindy, this is Jackie. I hope I didn't
keep you waiting too long. I did want you to wait a little
and wonder. Did you wonder if I was going to call, Cindy?"
How did she know? What made it somehow exciting being made
to wait. It usually made me very mad to have to wait for anything.
Lines at the supermarket. Lines at the bank. If Frank made
me wait I would be furious and probably tell him that I did
not want to see him. This was different.

"Yes, I did wonder why you didn't call at eleven
and I wondered if you were going to call at all." Oh
god, why did I tell her that? It was bad enough that I was looking
forward to seeing another woman again but now I have told

"Good, I'll pick you up at seven o'clock
sharp, be ready. We'll be going to a club on the Westside
for dinner. I suggest you wear a dress, something light,
and heels, " she stated in no uncertain terms and
very business like, again. I had a light summer dress I had
just gotten the week before and hadn't worn it. It was
a black and white print that was tight in the stomach. I could
wear clothes that were tight in the stomach. I had a good
figure, I even thought so. And I didn't have to work
at it either. My mother and I have the same shape. She never
has to work at it. Although I like to work out at the gym, aerobics
three times a week, I don't have to. I'm just lucky.
Paula, at the office, works out with me sometimes in the
morning. She was always griping because she had to diet
constantly and work out regularly and still couldn't
fit into the clothes I did and I never had to worry. She said
it made her mad. She was jealous and I was flattered.

During the rest of the day I found myself daydreaming of
Jackie. What she would wear, where we would go, what was
this "club" we were going to, what was the food
they served, why was I thinking of her, how could I be excited
about seeing her and what was really a date?

I heard the doorbell first. It was about six forty-five.
It couldn't be Jackie. She would probably be late.
I looked through the peep hole in the door. There she was
and I wasn't completely dressed yet. It was unsettling
to have her early. She was either late or early. What was
she trying to do?

"Hello Cindy, " Jackie said. She moved close
and kissed me again on the cheek. If I hadn't moved my
face over, instinctively, she would have kissed me on the
mouth. I found myself opening the door without thinking
and she moved past me into the living room. "You have
a nice place. Go ahead and finish getting ready. I'll
just make myself at home." She moved into the living
room and I was struck by the difference in the way she was
dressed. She had on black leather pants and matching top
and black high heels. Her hair was more tightly done. She
was beautiful. She was different than in the plane. Immediately,
I felt a little afraid of what I was getting myself into and
very excited. I hadn't felt like this for a long time
and it was fun to upset my drab life like this.

I nervously moved about in my bedroom trying to finish as
quickly as possible. I finished my hair and makeup. I was
actually having trouble putting on my lipstick. I was scared.
How could this be? I never remember being scared of anyone.
But I was scared of Jackie and I don't know why. And she
was dressed so differently than when we met. And I wasn't
dressed anything like she was. What would she think? What
did she think? I nervously finished. I didn't want
to keep her waiting.

"You look very pretty" Jackie said when I finally
got back into the living room where she was standing. She
looked too good. I shouldn't feel this way. Not with
a woman. I was supposed to feel this way about a man coming
to pick me up for an uncertain evening. But when Frank picked
me up nothing was uncertain and everything was mundane.
Everything was safe. Sometimes I needed to be safe. I felt
strangely safe with Jackie but afraid at the same time.

"Thank you" I mumbled. "Am I dressed alright?"
I asked, now aware of my nervousness and afraid she would
be able to tell.

"Just right" she answered and smiled. I felt
better. We walked to her car and she opened the door for me.
She touched my shoulder, very lightly, as I got into the
car. She drove some kind of foreign car, with four doors,
maybe a Mercedes. I'm not good at cars. I usually think
of them as dark, light, foreign or sports cars. Hers was
dark and foreign. It was the kind I would expect her to drive.
Unusual, just like her.

"I want you to relax and have a good time. We're
going to a club where I go, often. They have good food and
music. I don't want you to be alarmed but there are mostly
women here. Not that men are not allowed but it gives us time
with mostly women. I like that sometimes. It's no big
deal. You'll have a good time. People know me here.
It's quiet until about eight thirty and then the music
comes on. It gets kind of noisy then. Do you like to dance?"

I love to dance. My girlfriend and I used to dance together
when we were about twelve or thirteen. We would laugh and
watch Soul train on tv. Mostly we danced fast, trying to
get the moves down so we looked good when we went to school

"Yes, I love to dance." I couldn't think
of what to say. All of a sudden I was out of things to say. That
was unlike me.

The club was in the West Hollywood area and was called All
Of Me. It seemed like a fitting name for a club in West Hollywood.
It was dark on the outside and you really couldn't tell
what it was. It looked like it needed some work on the outside
of the building. We pulled around back because the side
parking lot was full. There seemed to be a lot of cars. As
we walked to the front door Jackie took a hold of my arm and
guided me inside. There were a lot of people. No, there were
a lot of women. Women. I didn't see any men. There was
a long bar on the left as we entered and tables all around
the place with a dance floor toward the back. There was a
hint of some music not loud enough to really hear.

"Hi, Jackie" I heard an attractive lady say
as we walked to the bar. Quite a few women nodded to Jackie
and I could tell she know a lot of them. We stood at the bar
and Jackie spotted a couple of bar stools near the far end.
She took my hand and we walked to them and sat down.

"What would you like to drink, Cindy?" She did
it again. Saying my name made me feel important. I liked
the way Jackie treated me.

"I'll have white wine" I told her and sat
quietly on the bar stool. I heard her order our drinks.

"I'm going to put our names down for a table. I'll
be back in a second" she said and then walked off. I
noticed several women stopped to talk with her and she seemed
to have a number of friends. A couple of them looked at me
and I could tell they were talking about me. Jackie made
her way through the mass of women to the front near the door
and I could see her talking to someone that apparently worked
here. I guessed she was giving her name. Then she was coming
back. I found myself staring at her as she walked back. She
moved very gracefully but at the same time she seemed masculine
in her movements. She was a striking combination of contrasts.
I wanted her to touch me again.

"Well, what do you think of the club?" she asked

"I'm intrigued. I've never been to a club
where there were only women." There must have been
one hundred altogether. It was hard for me to tell. It was
fairly dark but there seemed to be about fifteen or twenty
tables around the bar area and up against the dance floor.
At some of them there were three and at some there were two
women. Some had dinners and some looked like they were just
drinking. And smoking. I was aware that the rooms seemed
filled with smoke. That made it appear more difficult to
see all the people present. There seemed to be a number of
women dressed in leather, too. Some in dresses and some
in pants like Jackie. There were no men. Nowhere. I had never
been to an all women club or anything for that matter with
not one single man. I was a member of a women's business
club but they even seemed to have a couple of men present,
either to talk or a friend of someone.

"I come here often. It's a lot of fun when the music
starts" Jackie said, looking at me intently. That
was it. She was very intense. The way she stared and her eyes.
Actually, her whole face. I could tell that when she was
after something her whole being was involved. Now she seemed
to be involved in just looking me over and it was unsettling.

"I like the way you're dressed tonight, Cindy.
You are very pretty and appealing to me." Jackie didn't
mince words. I liked hearing that and I didn't like
it. It bothered me that I liked it. I wasn't supposed
to like hearing that. I could hear my older sister telling
me that now. I think she is the voice of my conscience that
I hear inside my head. I was aware she was looking straight
at me again. In fact, she had been looking right at my eyes
since she spoke. I hadn't looked up at her yet. I was
looking at my hands fidgeting in my lap. I felt like such
a young girl at that moment and so uncertain of myself. No
one had made me feel like that before. No, that wasn't
true. My mother had made me feel that way too. Usually when
I was being scolded. I would sit looking down with my hands
fidgeting in my lap. Just like now. I felt like a naughty
young girl again. I liked that feeling in some strange and
perverse way.

"Look at me when I talk to you Cindy" I heard my
mother saying, but it was Jackie this time. I felt her hand
go under my chin and pull my head up to meet her gaze. "Did
you hear me, Cindy?"

Before I even considered the implications of her command
to me or her question, I heard myself answering "Yes
ma'am". This couldn't be happening. I was
reverting to being a young girl again. I was nervous and
scared and excited too. It was very confusing. I couldn't
believe I had actually answered "Yes ma'am"
to her. How was she getting me to feel this way. Why was I not
in charge as usual? Why was she in charge of me? What was she

I wanted some more wine. "May I have another glass
of wine?" I asked her.

"What do we say, Cindy, when we ask for something?"
Jackie responded. I couldn't believe this. Who did
she think she was? How could she talk to me like this? I thought
we were friends.

Instinctively, and maybe because of the wine, in fact mostly
because of the wine I told myself, my answer was "May
I have another glass of wine, please?" I looked at
her and she was staring at me. Then a smile crept over her
face. She liked me saying please.

"Very good, Cindy, yes you may" and with that
she ordered another glass of wine for me. Our table was now
ready and she took my arm to guide me in the direction we were
going. Our hostess moved us toward the back of the large
room we were in toward an empty booth close to the dance floor.
I moved in first and Jackie was right behind me.

Once in the booth, Jackie had me move close to her. I moved
without hesitation. I was captivated by her and her directions
to me. I seemed to do what she said without thinking. I seemed
dizzy. I realized at that point that I had not eaten all day
and I still wasn't hungry. I was anxious about seeing
her and now I was dizzy and actually growing excited. Me
excited with another woman. In college my room mate and
I had become best friends and she and I had talked about lesbian
relationships and had planned to make love some time but
we never did. We were both afraid of the consequences.

Now Jackie was talking and I was listening. About the men
in her life. About the women. About her dominating personality.
Why she thought I was attracted to her. I couldn't believe
she actually was talking about me wanting her, how I was
getting excited and I would come to need her. What was happening
to me? She was the most exciting and interesting person
I had ever met. Man or woman. I had never felt like this. It
seemed alright in some strange way. Everything seemed
alright. This place. Me. Jackie. All the women. And the
wine. I was feeling very dizzy.

"You need to have something to eat, Cindy, "
I heard her saying. I couldn't look up to see her gaze
upon me. She ordered us both something. I ate. I didn't
even notice what it was. I finished my wine. I was very mechanical
at this point. I was very excited.

"Are you listening to me, Cindy?" I felt dreamy.
Things felt surrealistic. Her voice penetrated my trance.
"Young lady, I am speaking to you!" She was now
speaking louder and I noticed that other people were now
looking at me. The music had not started and it seemed the
only noise I heard was Jackie's strong, demanding
voice. I couldn't answer. I wouldn't answer.
This was all too humiliating.

At first I wasn't sure what happened. My head was thrown
back and I was startled. My left cheek was burning. "Answer
me this instance or I will slap your face again!" I
was wide awake now. I had just been slapped. I looked at Jackie's
face and she was very unhappy. The smile from earlier was
gone completely. She was looking so sternly at me, glaring,
that I was aware mostly of being afraid. I was aware of feeling
shameful and aware that I had made her mad. Very mad. I was
a little girl again and she was my mommy. I was a naughty little
girl. I had just received the first face slapping of my life.
Even my mother never did that. I was horrified. I was mad.
The next table was mumbling and seemed to enjoy the spectacle.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't listening" I
was able to get out. I hoped it would be enough.

"I do not enjoy talking and having you ignore me, Cindy.
Do not let that happen again. It is very rude and you don't
want me to think you are rude, do you?" Jackie asked,
delighting in making me uneasy.

"No, I don't" I replied.

"No, what, Cindy?" she asked.

"No Jackie" I answered, before thinking and
now realizing this was not the correct response.

"You will either address me as ma'am or Ms. Montague,
do you understand?" I heard her say.

"Yes, ma'am" I said.

"Cindy, we are just beginning our relationship,
and I want to establish a couple of rules. Listen carefully.
First, you had best listen when I am talking. When you are
talking, I will show you the courtesy of listening too.
Second, I am a firm disciplinarian and I will not hesitate
to enforce proper rules of conduct for you with discipline.
You will learn to do as I say when I say and we will get along
just fine. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" Jackie
left little for me to misunderstand, although what she
had in mind as far as discipline was concerned was a little
confusing to me but I was sure I would find out soon.

I didn't want too much time to elapse, so I kind of blurted
out my response, "I understand."

"What?" she retorted.

"I'm sorry, I understand Ms. Montague."

A dj had assembled on the corner of the dance floor while
this was all going on and had just put on the first music.
I was happy because it meant I could get out and dance and
not have to sit and be tormented any longer.

Jackie took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. By now,
a few other couples were dancing to the fast and loud music.
The dance floor was very dark lit only by indirect lighting
over the bar and tables area. I could see well enough though.

We danced a couple of fast ones then a slow song came on. I
started to leave the dance floor when I felt Jackie grab
my arm and pull me back toward her. "We are still dancing,
where do you think you're going?" She asked.

I replied, "I thought we were finished, ma'am."

"Well, we're not." Jackie said. She walked
me over to a very dark area of the large dance floor. It looked
to me like the dancing was the central theme at this club
because the dance floor was as large as the rest of the club.
She led, of course, and held me tightly. She was about two
inches taller than I and I think our shoes were the same height.

About half way into the song I felt her right hand rubbing
my back. My dress clung closely to my skin and I did not have
a slip on, which I now felt had been a mistake. Her hand was
on my ass, rubbing. I felt uneasy thinking others would
see, but I felt powerless to protest and afraid of what might
happen if I said or did something anyway. No sooner had I
thought this and the song ended. Another slow one started
immediately and I wondered if Jackie had somehow signaled
the DJ to keep the slow ones coming.

Now her lips were on my neck. I wasn't thinking of others
looking at this point because as I gazed about the floor
I noticed many women kissing and necking on the dance floor.
I couldn't believe I was actually here, let alone excited.
Her kisses went from my neck to my earlobe on my right side.
God, this was a turn on. I gasped and sort of lost my breath
with my heart skipping a beat. I was getting turned on. If
Frank could just see me now. What a picture!

Then she kissed me full on the lips and I found our tongues
touching and playing with each other. It was a long and passionate
kiss. I was almost purring. Her hand had gone down and under
the back of my dress. I felt it first on the back of my legs.
Then she was rubbing my ass again, this time on my panties.
I was getting hot and I was sure I was wet but I wasn't
prepared for her hand slipping inside my panties to rub
my bare buttock. I'm not sure what happened for sure,
but I think I reached back to grab her hand. That was a big
mistake. I don't actually remember much of what happened

I was being marched out of the club by Jackie who was pulling
me by the hand. She was yelling something at me I could not
make out but I certainly had somehow disobeyed her. She
grabbed our purses from the booth and we were now at her car.
I then realized what she was telling me, in a very loud voice.
It sank in.

"You have been a very bad girl. Do not EVER, EVER grab
my hand again when I am doing something with you. If I want
to rub your bare ass in public, I will. You need to find out
I mean business and that's exactly what's going
to happen. You have been a bad, naughty, insolent little
girl and you're going to be treated like one."

With that, she had unlocked her car door and had climbed
into the back seat. I was standing to her right, still in
the parking lot. It was fairly well lit and we were alone
among the cars.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me off balance and over her
lap. She instructed me "Get over my lap NOW, Cindy!".

I was upended and lying face down over her lap. It was happening
very fast and she kept scolding me. She must have pulled
up my dress because I was no sooner across her lap when I felt
her yank my panties down. I had trouble believing most of
this evening but me, a grown successful, career woman lying
face down over the lap of a dominant woman in black leather,
in the back seat of her car in a public parking lot, about
to be spanked, well that defied analysis. Then the spanking
started. One cheek after the other. It hurt and burned too
much. I couldn't stand it. I yelped and demanded she
stop which soon turned to begging and sobbing. She would
stop, lecture and scold me and spank some more. It was burning
and hurt terribly. I was wiggling and squirming and she
scolded me and told me to hold still. Then she took a break,
I guess, and rubbed my ass. I was crying and her hand was soothing

It was rubbing, tenderly, both cheeks which were very warm
now. She was rubbing over my anus too and then my pussy. I
was drenched and very embarrassed. She now knew this evening
was sexually stimulating to me and there was no way to hide
it. She rubbed across my clitoris and I shivered. She kept
rubbing my pussy and put her finger inside. Then she would
rub my clitoris again. Back and forth. With her left hand
free, she started spanking me again, all the while rubbing
my clitoris. I climaxed, over her lap, and shuddered and
screamed. I have never been so turned on and have not experienced
such a strong orgasm before.

Afterwards, she had me sit on her lap and she comforted me.
We kissed and she rubbed my breasts. We drove to my house
and on the way she told me I would lick her clitoris until
she experienced a great orgasm too.

I knew this evening was going to be the first of many with
this demanding lady.

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Shit that sounds like a very interesting and painfull night...
luv gem


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Too long and full of uneeeded deatails. Would have liked
to know more about the sex.


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damn just the thought of the story and the things about to
cum.. what a turn on.. im not into that sort of stuff but i
cant wait to read more from this writer.. it had me getting
excited just reading it..


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Great story but needed less about the meeting etc. Can't
wait to hear how it ends...


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i wish i could meet someone like that