Date: Thu, 4 Sep 2008 14:23:28 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Shaannon Becomes a Submissive (lesbian / authoritarian, f/f,  F/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between
teenagers and eventually women.  If this type of
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do not read it.

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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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