[*This is a story I collaborated on with a friend-of-a-friend after she read my own story posted earlier this month, because she wanted to have her own awkward young experience get a “glow-up”. I hope our work together is interesting to read!*]
I am now, in my thirties, very confident in who I am and what I want. I like to think I am a pleasant person in general, if you were to meet me on the street; but in the bedroom, I know exactly what I want—obedience. I am a domme, and not just proud of it but *revel* in it.
But I didn’t always know that about myself. I was, once upon a time, 20. It was the early 2000s and I was in college at the University of Minnesota.
I’ve always been a very type-A, extroverted person, and not someone who takes shit off of people. I got used to being called a bitch very early on in life and take it as a point of pride. In high school I got a lot of smoke blown up my ass because I was not only smart and academically accomplished, but tall (especially for an Asian woman—I’m half Vietnamese, half Taiwanese, so how I got to be 5’10” is a mystery) and was, at the time, fairly athletic, even if I didn’t do college sports.