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| Heater's Realm Prelude! by HeaterLee email: [email protected] (Ff,caution) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Heaterlee Most
people would call me eccentric. I'm
a self made woman who is wealthy. 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 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 men. Now my taste in men
is bit on the wild side also. I
love a sissy.
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 graphics 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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