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A woman comes to terms with her long hidden sexual identity under totally innocent circumstances. The result of these revelations will change her life, the life of her fiancee and the life of his heiress mother completely. Awakening By Gayle Abbott Morning could not come soon enough. It was like a dream come true. But ever since that day when you took the riding class and you came three times while riding the horse - that very fateful day when you realized what those feelings were. Ten years of therapy did not do as much for you as that one hour you spent on the horse. Being the perfect femme, you had to make sure you dressed the part. The camel jodhpurs with the brown suede inlays at the knees, the starched white blouse and elegant black pearl buttons, the luxurious red wool blazer with the black velvet collar, the short and tight and ever so smooth black kidskin gloves and of course the Hitchcock black riding boots. When you accepted Mitchell's invitation to ride at his farm, you had no idea that this would be a watershed event in your life. You had no inking that so many of your questions would be answered. But they were. You were suspicious about that tingling inside you, as you dressed in this wonderful outfit, but you wrote it off to the excitement of being with Mitchell and enjoying the spoils of his great wealth. But you were wrong. It was not until you were fully dressed, reveling in the rich wools and soft leathers that adorned your body that the stage was set. This was a moment in your life when suddenly and inexplicably, things become crystal clear. What was an enigma becomes now your destiny. You are sitting on the horse, the gelding that Mitchell thought would be most appropriate for you. And his judgment seemed right and upon reflection, utterly clairvoyant. You sat on this horse, the rich wool of your jodhpurs easing against the worn softness of the leather saddle. And then it happened. In one fell swoop - as though the Lord himself had sent you a personal message. How could you have known? What possible preparations could you have made? The stable boy, a diminutive lad from Ecuador, someone who could have easily passed for a jockey walked towards you. In his hand, he held a short black rod, narrow and about two feet in length. As he approached you, you leaned towards him as he extended this black rod for you to grasp. As you touched it, a shock ran through your body as though Zeus himself had suddenly decided to strike you. But why? What was this feeling? Before you had time to absorb the sensation, your body was swept up in a massive orgasm. Fortunately, the petite lad had turned to return to the barn and was not privy to this moment of your personal rapture. When your senses slowly returned to you and your cheeks resumed their normal color instead of matching your brilliant crimson blazer, you noticed yourself slowly stroking the long slender wand that you now held in your leather gloved hands. Like static electricity, there was a connection between you and that slim piece of cowhide. A quick strike to the hindquarters of your gelding and yet another orgasm consumed your body. You gain your senses as the horse slowly trots towards the field where you are to wait for Mitchell. The rhythmic cadence of the trot sets your mind tumbling and suddenly you come to terms with this power that has suddenly consumed you. In a flash the years of doubt and insecurity are washed away like the morning tide. "YES!" you proclaim to yourself as the third and final release fills your body and you can sense the moist dampness between your legs that slowly runs down your thighs. The leather, the control, the passion, the love. This is what I have missed. This is what I have not realized. But now it has come to me. What joy and what happiness will await me when I can fulfill these passions!!! Fortunately, you have regained your composure and hidden your passions in a very secure spot by the time Mitchell joins you. As you will soon become accustomed, you are in complete control and you surprise yourself at the manner in which you dispatch Mitchell. Prior to this, you had been in awe of this man. A successful entrepreneur, a man who answers to no one but himself - you were attracted to him from the first time you saw him. But this day in the field, away from all others, you did not look upon him as a mate - or even a date. You looked at him in one way and one way only - your prey! Dinner and the obligatory post dinner drinks in the huge den could not pass fast enough for you. There was much attention that you needed. A lifetime of suppressed emotions and passion had swept through you like a bolt of lightening striking a tree. You needed some time alone to think. Fortunately, Mitchell's mother was staying over and that afforded you the opportunity to steal away to the private cottage by yourself for the night. Even though he was in his late forties and a millionaire many times over, Mitchell still minded his mother like he was a young child. You found yourself almost counting the steps as you crossed the cobblestone courtyard to reach the cottage. Once inside, you shut the door behind you and let out a huge sigh of relief. The earlier shower had offered you some privacy, but the nature of your discovery earlier this day demanded your undivided attention. In the course of a fitful night, tossing and turning, you came to the realization and revelation that women are a superior being to men and that you have been one so fortunate to realize this. Your path to happiness was not to give yourself in love to a man and serve him, it was quite the opposite. Your happiness, your contentment and your fulfillment as a woman lay in the very simple path of breaking a male and molding him into whatever form you wished - making your pleasure and happiness his sole purpose in life. Mitchell and Diedra were puzzled the next morning when it was apparent to them that you had not slept. You consoled them by reminding them that there was so much beauty and solitude at the estate, that you had spent most of the night wandering the grounds and gazing at the stars. What you really did was spend most of the night in the bath, working off your sexual energy. On the ride back to Atlanta from the estate in Diedra's Land Rover, there was little conversation. As nice as the weekend was, your mind was definitely elsewhere. It was a good thing that you were sitting alone in the back because when Mitchell asked you a question, you suddenly came to and realized that you were stroking the leather of the seat with your hands. Something was definitely brewing inside of you - and you LIKED it. Fortunately for you, Mitchell had a board meeting to attend out of town for the week and that meant you would have some time to yourself. You made good use of the week to yourself studying, reading, testing and shopping. In that brief time by yourself, you came to the conclusion that you were a woman of tremendous inner strength. And that this strength was of an emotional, physical and sexual nature. The question now was how were you to express and enjoy this strength? After a few days reading and exploring the Domme lifestyle, you realized that there were some things you needed to do if you were to achieve your goal of dominating Mitchell. Your first conclusion was that if your relationship with him was to succeed, it would to so only if he was your complete submissive. This was a daunting challenge, but not an impossible one. As you read and chatted with lifestyle people online, you saw some of the traits and characteristics of the submissive male in Mitchell and some of the traits of the dominant woman in his mother, Diedra. Fortunately, you had the time to make a quick trip to Los Angeles where you hoped to secure some of the items of wardrobe and discipline that would help complete your transformation into the Dominant woman that it was clear you were born to be. Before long, you were in first class on a flight to the West Coast. You were shivering when you walked into Syren and sampled their latex apparel. How long you had denied yourself the incredible sensation of this fabric. You came away with a short and mid calf length skirts and a tank top. Also, a scoop neck dress in brilliant crimson and a catsuit in black - the same color as the skirts. As you selected these items, wonderful thoughts of putting poor Mitchell on the defensive and weakening him surged through you. If there was any doubt in the course of action you had chosen, it was erased the moment you walked into that first store. Next, you drove down the coast to Orange County and a visit to Versatile Fashions. What a place! There you found two beautiful corsets - you had never been laced into one before. The feeling was indescribable! The lovely woman helping you obviously noticed what was going on and became a one person cheerleading squad as she watched you try many things on. The electric sensation that overwhelmed you when you touched the riding crop suddenly returned when you asked the saleswoman about some maid dresses in the showroom and she told you they were available in larger sizes for 'special' girls. Your mind instantly had the image of you standing behind sweet Mitchell as you pulled the zipper up the back of his maid dress to a high and tight collar. Oh my god!!! Standing there with the saleswoman, you had to excuse yourself as you retired to the changing room to complete your orgasm and regain your composure. You left Versatile with two Victorian corsets and matching panties and lace up collars and two pairs of shoes with six-inch spike heels. Fortunately, the saleswoman was very helpful and she directed you to a special shoe store in Santa Monica for the boots you wanted and also to a store in LA for 'toys'. Your second orgasm of the day came when you were in the dressing room, putting your clothes back on and she knocked on the door. You allowed her in and were surprised to see that she was not carrying anything. "Sandra? Do you mind?" "Forgive me, Katrina, but there is something I need to share with you. Something that I think will be very helpful to you." "What is that?" Sandra bowed her head and lifted her pleated skirt up, revealing very pretty white panties with pink trim. You were puzzled, but did not speak. Your puzzlement turned to shock when she pulled her panties down and reached down between her legs and pulled out a cock! "Sandra!! You are a...!!!" "Yes, Ma'am. I understand what you are trying to do and I wanted to share this with you to encourage you to do what is necessary. I fought and battled with my Mistress, but in the end, I learned that she knew what was best for me and I want you to know that my feminization into Sandra was the best thing that ever happened to me." You were stunned and sat down on the bench in the dressing room as another orgasm came over you in a wave of heat and passion. You were cumming without even touching yourself! It was stunning to you to be overcome like this. How could you have gone through so many years and not know where you belonged? You left Versatile with a sense of determination not felt before. Sandra was right. Her exposure to you was a revelation and an inspiration. With every step you took on this trip, you were learning more about yourself and more about what you needed to do with Mitchell. You had a brief flash that if he being exposed to a life of a feminized submissive was as much a revelation for him as yours had been, his assimilation would be swift and complete. You had been through enough for one day and headed back to the Ritz at Marina Del Ray. You had built up so much sexual tension and energy that your body was screaming for a release. You undressed and prepared a nice warm bath. You knew that would do the trick. You filled your bath with scented and very warm water. You slowly lowered your body into the water and turned on the jets. The water, hot and fast, was very inspirational. You thought back to the day on the horse and the electric sensation that ran through your body. After your bath, you lay down on the soft comforter on the king sized bed and fondled your beautiful clothes and shoes. A warm feeling of contentment came over your body and you soon fell into a deep relaxing sleep. The best you had slept in years! Morning could not come soon enough and after a wonderful room service breakfast, you dressed for the next adventure into your new world. Your first stop was the Pleasure Chest, on Santa Monica Blvd. There, you had your first exposure to bondage gear. Inspired by Sandra, you went wild. Leather cuffs for the wrist and ankles. Hoods, leather and latex! Latex bondage gear - armpit length gloves (2 pairs), hose, garter belt, bra, collar, inflatable gag and blindfold. When you went to the back counter and your knees became weak again. You came away with a full enema kit and a selection of dildos. From butt plugs to cocks to two headed devices. Your mind was spinning!!! After this two hour extravagance, you needed a break before visiting the shoe store. You motored over a few blocks and visited Saks and Neimans on Wilshire Blvd. In there, you found some wonderful lingerie from a Swiss designer. You also loved the Fogal shop there and stocked up on many pairs of wonderful hosiery. Thigh high stockings with or without seams in many shades of black, chocolate brown and charcoal. In Saks, you came upon a fantastic pair of opera length black kid leather gloves with three black peal buttons on each wrist. You thought that $400.00 was a bit much for a pair of gloves, but it wasn't your money (Mitchell had kindly given you his platinum AMEX card) and the fact that the gloves felt soooo perfect on you - there was no choice but to get them. After a leisurely lunch at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, you ventured to the shoe store. Finding the special shoe store was not easy, but you were determined. It was small and very nondescript. Inside, the proprietor spoke very little English, but thankfully, he had many catalogs to look through. You understood that most of his shoes were custom made, but fortunately, he had a pair of magnificent lace up boots in a butter soft black kid leather that fit you. I left with those boots and orders for a pair of shoes and thigh high boots that would be sent to me in about a month. You wanted to wear them back to the hotel, but you wisely decided that the Ritz was not ready to see the real Katrina - at least not yet. You were surprised to see the message light on the phone when you returned to your room. It took forever for the bellman to bring your new things to the room and you waited until he was gone to check to see who had called you. You assumed it was Mitchell, but how could that be? He was going to be very busy all week and all you told him in the voice mail was that you were going out of town - you did not say where. Puzzled, you checked the message and were surprised to hear a woman's voice. "Katrina, this is Antoinette, Mistress Antoinette. I own Versatile Fashions in Anaheim. I also happen to own sweet Sandra, who waited on you yesterday. She told me about you and your visit to the store and I found myself quite interested to meet you. Please call me and let me know if you might have time to visit with me before you return to Atlanta. My number is 714 526 5319. I look forward to hearing from you." Wow! I thought to myself. As if in a trance, I immediately called the number and found myself speaking with the instigator of this whole thing, Sandra. It was now almost 4:00pm and a drive to Anaheim would be a foolish adventure given the time of day and the ferocity of the Los Angeles rush hour. Sandra had been instructed to give me directions to her Mistress' house and that I should be there at 10PM that night. Sandra also told me that Mistress Antoinette would be very pleased if I brought along some of my purchases to show her. When I hung up with Sandra, I called the spa at the Ritz and went down for a full massage, a facial and a manicure/pedicure. It was almost 6:00pm when I got back to my room, but food was the farthest thing from my mind. I undressed and after a brief but very fulfilling period of self exploration, I was able to doze off for a couple of hours. As much as I wanted to wear the boots, I again deferred to the Ritz mystique. Instead, I dressed very elegantly in a black gabardine scooped neck dress and matching jacket. I did allow myself one extravagance and enjoyed the discretion of the armpit length black leather gloves well disguised under the long sleeves of the jacket. Only the exposed black pearl buttons betrayed these beauties. Underneath, you slid into a pair of the wonderful Fogal thigh high seamed stockings. Who could imagine paying $45.00 for a pair of thigh highs? But once they were on your legs, the high price seemed more than justified. A beautiful matched set of panties and bra from the Swiss lingerie company was a perfect match to the Folgals. Since you were not going to wear your boots, you opted instead for a pair of Jourdans that you brought with you. Black kid pumps with four-inch heels looked elegant with the rest of your ensemble. You broke out in goose bumps as the satiny smooth silk lining of your gloves graced the soft skin of your arms as you gently pulled the butter soft leather gloves up your arms almost to your armpits. The jacket, some jewelry, a quick fix to your makeup and perfume and you were ready to go. By the time the valet brought your Mustang convertible around, it was completely dark and thankfully the never ending rush hour of Los Angeles had ended for the night. You drove along the water and loved the salt air blowing through your hair. Such a feeling of freedom and release. As you swung east onto the Century Freeway, it amazed you how calm you were about going to visit this woman. This mysterious woman who made no bones about her role as a Dominatrix and owner of Sandra! If she were as strong as her clothing designs suggested, this would be a very interesting evening. You smiled at your smart thinking to bring along some of your days purchases - just in case. The instructions that Sandra had faxed to the hotel were accurate and you soon found yourself in front of a large ranch house in the area of Anaheim Hills. Even in the dark, you could see that the house was immaculate and well maintained - but it still did not distinguish itself from the others in this quiet neighborhood. You decided to leave your things in the trunk and you stepped out of the car, grabbed your purse and headed for the front door. You could make out the click of high heels against a stone floor after you rang the doorbell. The door opens and reveals your friend from the store, Sandra. She looks simply yummy in a black high collared English maid's dress in luscious silk taffeta. "Good evening, Ms. Katrina. Won't you please come in?" Sandra was so lovely and demure as she stepped back on her six-inch stiletto heels to allow me to enter the house. The interior was done completely in French provincial. So wonderfully feminine! What an exciting evening this could be! Sandra leads you through sliding wood doors into a den. Your heels squished onto the thick padded light blue carpet as you crossed from the marble floored foyer. Sitting in a plush high backed chair in the back of the room was Mistress Antoinette. In your recent readings, you had seen pictures of Dominatrixes, but to see one in person took your breath away! She was magnificent in a black satin corset, black hose, skyscraper high heels and silk robe. As you walk towards her, she extends her hand to you and says... "Good evening, Katrina. How nice of you to come to my home." "Why thank you, Mistress Antoinette. How kind of you to invite me to your house. How beautiful!" "Please, pet, save the Mistress for those who wish to serve me. According to my sweet Sandra, you have much better plans." "I do?" "Please, my darling. Sandra has been my loyal slave for some time and she is quite accomplished on spotting a budding Dominatrix. I just love to meet and spend time with such people. I feel it is my blessing and my purpose to bring people like you along." "She was able to determine all this? Just from my shopping?" "Darling, you were dressed elegantly and that made it a little more difficult to be certain. But when you spent so much time trying on corsets and that you asked for two different sizes...sweet Sandra was able to take a wild guess. " "I... I don't know what to say." "My darling Katrina. You are among friends. You are among people who are totally non-judgmental and very supportive of the female dominant lifestyle. Please relax, my darling. You will see and experience much tonight - if you allow yourself." "Is it that obvious, Antoinette?" The beautiful blonde dominatrix smiled at me and said... "To those of us in the lifestyle, yes. Consider yourself very fortunate to be brought into my world. I can be of great help to you, Katrina." "Thank you, Antoinette. I just need to absorb all this. It is all quite new to me - but yet I feel it has been within me for some time." "Excellent, Katrina. That is exactly right. How would you know of this wonderful world if you had no way to experience. Obviously you have had an event that prompted you to seek this out." "As a matter of fact, I did have such a thing happen to me." "Good! Let me show you the beauty of this world. Let me show you the love, passion and joy that comes to you through the control and ownership of a wonderful slave. Sandra! Bring us the wine, please." "At once, Mistress Antoinette." Sandra spun on her heels and quickly returns with a silver tray with a bottle and two fluted glasses on it. Carefully placing the tray on the table next to Antoinette, she pours wine into the two glasses and hands one each to you and to Antoinette. You are so enamored with the setting that you fail to pay very close attention to what Antoinette was doing. After Sandra had poured the wine, she immediately kneeled before Antoinette. The blonde Dominatrix rose from the chair and came up behind her and reached around her from behind and slowly slid her hands down the pretty maid's arms. As she got towards her wrists, she gently pulled her arms behind her and before Sandra could react, Antoinette tightly tied her arms together at the wrist and elbow with short leather straps. Just as Sandra was about to very loudly voice her displeasure, a pump gag was slipped into her mouth and quickly inflated and was held in place by a strap behind her head. A leather blindfold followed that and she was quickly resigned to Antoinette. Any resistance was clearly futile. Even though she could not see, Sandra had a good idea what was going on. Antoinette looked down at her prey and smiled. "My Darling, you were so wrapped up in getting dressed, you didn't even see the cock sitting on top of the vanity. Well...it's not there now, sweetie! Hummm, this is a big one. I'm going to enjoy this!" Antoinette was behind her, but try she might, she could not feel any possible addition to Antoinette's 'anatomy'' "Very carefully, my pet...on your knees." Antoinette put her hand against Sandra's back as she guided her to a kneeling position on the plush carpet. Sandra remained there, motionless, sensing that Antoinette had now moved in front of her. A hand underneath her chin stroked her gently and forced her head upwards. "Good girl. Now you can show me how much you want to please me. I have some wedding candy for you, my pet. I want you to have it." Antoinette reached around Sandra's head and undid the strap holding the gag in place. Then she released the air valve and the ball filling her mouth quickly shrunk and it was pulled it from her mouth with a distinct slurping noise. Before Sandra could get a breath of air, Antoinette's hand went behind her head and pushed it forward. Suddenly her mouth was impaled on a very large cock, something that Sandra was apparently prepared for. "Suck me, darling." she purred, "Oh yes. Antoinette is going to have a wonderful night with you. Come on now, my pet, show me why you love it so. Oh yes...that's it! Take it all!" Sandra was gagging on this huge cock, but she also loved the way Antoinette had control over her - the way she was ambushed! She sucked her cock with abandon - becoming attached to it - to her. And Antoinette was getting off too - you could tell. "Oh yessss, Sandra. You are wonderful! You are also more than ready, aren't you?" Abruptly, Antoinette and her cock pulled away - a definite slurping noise announcing the exit of the cock from my mouth. A plush velvet ottoman was pushed under her chest and Antoinette pushed her forward over it. She obviously had been in this position enough times to know what was coming. And apparently she wanted it. "Get comfortable and relax your sweet little cunt for me, my pet. I have been looking forward to this for some time." Antoinette ran her hand run down the back of Sandra's taffeta, pushing her down on the soft bench and at the same time raising her ass into the air, making it very vulnerable and accessible to the impending and inevitable assault. "That's a good girl, stick it up for me. Yes, your ass looks simply lovely sticking out from your beautiful outfit." A distinct 'pop' marked the exit of the butt plug from Sandra's ass. Antoinette's fingers quickly replaced the plug and spread lubricant around the opening of her cunt and inside. Next, Antoinette dripped a liquid down the crack of her ass. Antoinette was so gentle, guiding and spreading the lubricant that would facilitate her plundering on Sandra's exposed ass. You could see Sandra's body jump when one, then two of her fingers again entered her, spreading the fluid inside. "Hummm, baby. Don't be hasty. I will be in you soon enough. I just want you ready for me. If you could only see what I'm doing now, but you have that silly leather blindfold on, don't you? Well, I'm greasing up my cock. It is long and hard - but you already know that - it was just filling up your mouth, wasn't it?" A soft laugh punctuated the arrival of Antoinette's cock to the bud of Sandra's ass. You notice as she lifts her ass higher in the air and urges the cock inside. Antoinette was apparently the most wonderful trainer. You are stunned by Sandra's passion to be taken this way. She wanted the cock and wanted it badly. Her ass simply sucked the cock inside, just the same way her mouth had. And then suddenly - just like that day on the horse - this wave comes over you. You are very flush - almost in a cold sweat. You feel weak and almost nauseous. You sit back in the chair and start taking deep breaths. What is going on? Why are you suddenly overwhelmed? You look at the sight before you. Two women - or it appears to be two women - making love. Or it is more like one taking the other - forcefully and without resistance. But then it hits you - as you look at Antoinette and Sandra, you suddenly see you and Mitchell. Except it is not you receiving his cock, but you fucking him with your strap on - just like Antoinette is doing to Sandra! You wipe your face as you have begun to sweat. As uncomfortable as you suddenly have become, you cannot keep your eyes from the spectacle before you. The more you observe and absorb - the more you know that this is what you must have. You must have your own personal slave, just like Sandra - to do with as you wish WHEN you wish. Oh yes!! And you also know that your Sandra will be Mitchell. "Ohhhhh baby! Antoinette has taught you well! Hummm...so lovely. I'm completely inside you." Antoinette was relentless. By pushing Sandra over the ottoman, she had exposed her ass to her assault at a perfect angle. Perfect for penetration and perfect for Antoinette to stand and fuck her. I was loving it! Antoinette had indeed done a wonderful job training Sandra. She apparently was totally addicted to the strap on. Sandra was bucking in concert with Antoinette on the velvet bench like an animal in heat and I could tell how Antoinette was enjoying it...enjoying fucking her slave. "Feel me, Sandra. Feel my cock deep in your cunt. I'm fucking you...yes! I'm fucking the pretty slave!" Even though you are not part of this activity, your heartbeat and temperature respond as if you were. All you can think of is seeing Mitchell below you like Sandra, Dressed and bucking his hips just like she is. Your thighs glisten with wetness as you cum once more. You are physically and mentally exhausted after some time, Antoinette finally slowed, then stopped her humping of me. She fell over forwards, the cock still inside Sandra and kissed the back of her neck and ears. I could hear Antoinette purr into her ear... "That is my good girl. You are so wonderful. You have pleased me. Now be a pet and go clean yourself up. Be gone now." Antoinette pulled her cock out of Sandra but the absence was quite temporary as two fingers quickly returned her sizable training butt plug back in place. With that done, she slapped her pet on the ass and turned to me. Antoinette? played with her hair and looked at me. "Don't fret, my sweet Katrina. You can be sure that you will enjoy yourself with your own pet as much fun as I have with Sandra." She looked down at my crotch and smiled... "Or perhaps you already have." I suddenly realized my legs were spread open and the wetness on my thighs quite visible. My cheeks were suddenly very bright red. "I guess we have a budding Domme on our hands, don't we?" "I don't know, Antoinette. I have never felt like this." "I have been fortunate enough to be in this lifestyle for many years. Believe me, I know one when I see one." The rest of the evening was very pleasant. After the peak of sexual activity and surrender, you spent the rest of the night chatting about the lifestyle and fashion. Sandra was even instructed to give a fashion show and Antoinette provided me with a wonderful demonstration of bondage as she put poor Sandra into an impossible hog-tie. Seeing my fascination with the bondage, Antoinette purred... "I can see that you are dreaming of putting that little subbie of yours into this same predicament." "Me? Yes, Mitchell will look lovely in bondage." The seed had been planted. Obviously, Sandra was quite a perceptive slave for Mistress Antoinette and among her other chores, she was instructed to keep an eye out for any potential Dominant women as well as those who seemed to already be in a position to control a male or female. How grateful you were that she spotted you. All these feelings and desires - buried beneath layers and layers of guilt and pretension. Now you had seen first hand the wonderful things that can happen when a woman gains total and complete control of a male. The wonderful and fulfilling things that will happen to you when you gain control of Mitchell. Even though it was almost six AM when you returned to the Ritz, there was no sleep for you for some time. Not until you buried yourself in a warm bubble bath for more than an hour. In addition to relieving yourself more than once, you also stared in the dark room and plotted and planned. Not IF Mitchell would become your slave, but WHEN and WHERE and HOW. Antoinette had been so kind. Like a proud parent she gave you tips and instructions of how to make your dream reality. All that and her private telephone number for those times when a new question or situation would arise. Finally, after your long bath, after a couple of hours writing notes - you slip on your wonderful thigh high boots and you finally found the sleep and rest that you so much need and deserve. There was so much to do. Your life now had a purpose and reason that you had never imagined before. How wonderful this would be!! PART TWO: Katrina realizes her dream of being a Dominatrix.