Heather’s Realm: A Prelude
Most people would call me eccentric. I’m a wealthy self made woman. I have always been a sexually orientated woman. Most of my close friends say “Heather you are so much like a guy, always thinking about sex.” I just smile and agree. There’s not much about sex that I don’t like. I even like some of the extreme. Well, okay more than some. I do have a very big voyeuristic streak in me; I think that is why I love the BDSM world. It offers me the ability to watch men and woman doing acts that would make your Grandmother role over in her grave.
Now many people are mistaken that I am a lesbian, let me set the record straight I’m not. I am bisexual I do enjoy the company of men. Men who know how to please me, I am picky though and the men that I do choose are generally submissive. Thinking, well most of my partners are submissive. I love men who are not afraid of their sexuality. I give as well as I receive and if a man can’t let a woman fuck his tight little ass well he’s not for me. There’s nothing wrong with watching two men pleasure each other either. I figure that if I can have fun with a woman why can’t they have fun with other men. Now my taste in men is bit on the wild side also. I love a sissy. I consider a sissy is a man that is very feminine and is generally dressed as a woman. Another name for a sissy is a cross dresser or even a transvestite. This is just a glimpse at who I am.
A question that has often been posed to me is. “Have you always been a Domme?” The answer to that is no. In the beginning I did a lot of experimentation. I lived in San Francisco during my early teens and through college. I guess that helps explain why my views on sex are so wide open. I was in the middle of it all. It wasn’t uncommon for me to be sitting next to a tv or a gay couple. I was intrigued and experimented. It is this early experimentation that has made me who I am today. I know what I like and I don’t care what people think. I have enough money that my private life is just that private. If I chose to have sex with a woman or a tv no one knows. I am very open about my sexuality and my confidence shows. I’ve always been athletic and sure of myself. I’ve been told by several people that I draw attention without trying, that I have a aura about me that just attracts people.
With my lifestyle I get to travel a lot, and see a many things. Most of the trips I go on I’m able to find a new play thing or I have a steady toy there. Unfortunately on this trip the prospects were slim at best. I was going to visit a friend whose husband had just passed away. I was going to the middle of suburbia Michigan. I now live in Los Angeles California where it’s sun and fun. The last thing I wanted to do was go to Michigan in the middle of the fall. All I could imagine was rain and cold, and I was right. Getting off the plane in Detroit it was doing just that raining, and yes it was cold. I met my friend at the baggage claim. We caught up and I took over the things that needed to be done to arrange the funeral and take care of the financial dump he left her in. The first two day’s went by as a blur I was so busy helping her and taking care of the lawyers and bill collectors. Her husband was a loving caring guy but a financial wiz he wasn’t.
At the wake all the family and friends showed up to give her their best wishes, that’s when I first saw her. Dressed in a simple black dress, she looked to be in her thirties. She had brown hair and a full figure. It wasn’t necessarily her looks that caught my attention but her demeanor. When she was away from her husband she was a confident woman but when he was near she became this meek thing. From across the room I watched. Catching my friend’s attention I asked “who’s that couple over there?” pointing at the lady and her husband. “That’s Chip and Barb Smith. Chip was a friend of Michael’s. I don’t know Barb that well, Chip is that sort you know what I mean?” Nodding my head I could see that. To Chip, Barb was a possession a thing. And he made it clear that it was his. Sipping my drink I pondered. Well little man let’s see what you are made of.
Once the party was over I had the caterers clean up and tucked Fran into bed. I went into the den and opened my laptop and set it up on Brad’s old desk. Logging onto my pc I started to search, collecting information. For a person like me the internet is a very dangerous tool. There’s not much that I can’t find and information is key that is what has made me so successful both in business and private. It didn’t take me long to find all I needed to know about this Chip. Nothing to do now but wait.
Weeks pass by and It’s time for me to return back home. I leave my friend in the best condition that I could. Inviting her out to California for a vacation whenever she wanted, back in my normal life days turned to months. I would periodically check up on Fran. During one of our conversations she mentioned that Chip and Barb had just gone through a very messy divorce that was all over the town. Being a small town word spread fast. It seems that the town thought Barb was nothing but a cheating slut; rumor had it that she was known to various men and women. Rumor had it that’s what had ended the marriage. After I hung up the phone I went to my computer and checked up on Chip and Barb. What Fran said was plastered all over the local newspapers. It didn’t take me long to cipher through it and get the true story. Chip did a very good job at slandering his wife. Showing the court that she was having sex with various men and women, to add to it he even posted dozens of photos of her on newsgroup forums under cheating wives. I quickly collected them all. All of them are of Barb in various acts of sex, with men, with women, but all with a common theme, Barb in the act. Once done I compiled all of the pictures and emailed them to a graphic wiz. Picking up the phone, “Jessica.. Hi it’s Heather. Listen I just sent a bunch of pictures to you can you take a look at them? Yeah she’s a hot one. What I’m not sure what I’m looking for, the husband slandered her and posted these on the net. Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking too. Can you get back with me if you find anything? Thanks”
A couple of hours later the phone rings, “Hello.”
“You were right he was the one taking the pictures. He’s even in a couple of them himself with his face cut out. How convenient. I sent you the pictures back cleaned up and spots highlighted.”
“Thanks a lot Jess I owe you one.”
“Just let me into your play room and we’ll call it even.”
“Deal”
Turning on my pc I look at the pictures again. In each picture there’s Chip either in the camera or in a reflection. There he is on the television screen. Someone must have been filming it while he took pictures. Laughing to myself as I see him sticking his sorry excuse of a dick into her ass, no mistaking that body, and there’s that birth mark on his arm just above his wrist.
Closing the pictures I start to search, this time for Barb herself. Credit reports, charge cards, bank accounts. Sitting back smiling, she’s here in California. After some more in depth searching I’m able to track her habits. Hmm she goes to a local club almost every week. By her credit card transactions she’s a regular. Let the games begin.
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dear Mistress,
as i have often said in the past You NEVER cease to amaze me. the prelude is a totally cool idea. setting the stage so to speak. i certainly will begin working on my part right away.
i can update You quickly about the shopping charge which unfortunately for me turned into a felony conviction. it happened in early 1999 near the end of my marriage. you have to understand that this was a very low point in my life. i was terribly depressed to say the least. chip had us head of heels in debt with HIS toys. our sex life had long since become a boring routine that brought me absolutely no satisfaction. and i was very confused as to how to deal with the situation. i really dont know what came over me. one day i was shopping and it just hit me, “well he wants problems i’ll give him problems.” i walked into a swank lit shop at the mall and treated myself to a shopping spree. i honestly don’t remember much about what i did. i do remember paying for a few small items. the next thing i really see clearly is the security guard stopping me as i began to leave the store. at any rate, in one of shopping bags he found $350 worth of merchandise which i hadn’t bothered to pay for. the really awful part was that i had almost $500 cash in my purse plus a couple of credit cards that would have more than covered the cost of what i took. by then i had come to my senses and begged the store management to let me pay them. but like a lot of stores they had implemented a “get tough on stealing” policy. i ended up spending the night in jail. in michigan shopping lifting over $100 is considered a felony. the bastard of a prosecutor we had at the time wouldn’t budge an inch in regards to a plea bargain. so the up shot is that i ended up pleading guilty. i was sentenced to 1 year of probation and $1000 in court costs and fines. my attorney, who didn’t do a god damn thing for me expect hold out the possibility of a plea deal for three months so he could charge more and more, cost me $1500. oh yea, i also had to pay the shop a $100 fee for some asinine legal thing. that was above and beyond returning the items i stole.
Mistress, i hope You can appreciate how hard this has been to share with You. it’s not something that is easy for me to share. i hope that You don’t think less of me because i have spend time in jail <18 hrs. or so>. at my arraignment the next day the judge did release me on a personal bond
on a much happier note, i had wonderful news at work friday. i won’t be bouncing back and forth between shifts like i have been for the last four months or so. meaning that i will be home each weekday by about 8pm Your time. i really am looking forward to see much much more of You.
~love & kisses~
barb