Letting out Lady Patricia

She was so upset when she hung up the phone with her twin. That really hurts when but just a friend nickname they called each other. She put down the phone on the counter and walked over to the refrigerator to pour herself another glass of wine. His story was very disturbing to her.

He was telling her about his Domme he was doing a dynamic with. How he bid on her, and she showed no interest in really trying to form a connection or showed any interest in the kinks he wanted to explore. From their conversation it seemed that she wanted to do a same-sex dynamic but did not tell her twin that.

She took her glass of wine and went to sit on her favorite reading chair in the sitting room. It was a cozy space. Two chairs and a loveseat with an area rug underneath bringing the whole room together. She wanted to start her book by the story just kept running through her mind.

She took a sip of her wine and put it down on the end table. Straightening her soft satin pajamas, she walks slowly to the closet. She swore that she would not ever go back. She did not know what else to do. Too many of these fake dominants ruined the scene for her friends. She turned the handle and opened the door. Pushing inside the jackets, she reached for the black case in the rear of the closet.

She slowly removed it and carried it to the coffee table. She placed it on there gently and stepped away. She opened it and she knew what it meant. There will be no going back this time. Could she let her evil persona out again.

Her hand crested the case, and she had a thought. Why does she have to be evil? Couldn’t she protect her friends with her powers? Only using them against the ones she seemed fit to suffer. Yes, she can do that. She is getting control and she will set things right with all these fake ones who called themselves dominants.

Before she would open the case, she would do some research on this, Domme E. See what makes her tick, how to use it to break her. Didn’t take long. I’m reviewing her profiles online to figure her out. She was originally a sub and then thought she could be a Domme. Just because you think you can do it does not mean you should or that you would be good at it. This Saturday she was planning on being at a club downtown. That is when she will strike.

The next couple of days passed very quickly as she went about her day-to-day routine. She left the case sitting on the coffee table. When she walked by the opening, she would pause and take a look at it briefly. Soon, she let her mind say. Soon, she would let her dominatrix side out once more.

Saturday blew by and she found the sun starting to set. It was time for her to get ready. She stayed out of the sitting room most of the week just so the drawer of the case would not be so strong, but now it was time. She strolled into the room and picked up the case. Not sure what you’re worried about at all. In her cute summer outfit, she carried it up the stairs to her bedroom. Now is the time to let Lady Patricia out.

She placed the case on the bed and opened it. Removing each item carefully until she got to the pouch at the bottom. She picked up the cloth pouch and undid the rope and closed it. Dropping the contents into her hand she could feel her body become alive. Like there was something missing. What was missing was her ruby necklace.

This was not where her power came from but was how she focused it. The quarter size ruby set in the gold frame and held around her neck on a gold chain. She can feel all that life this pendent has ruined but from now on she would only use it against these fakes.

She raised the chain over her head and lowered it around her neck. She felt alive again. Not that she didn’t before, but this was something special. Lady Patricia was a force. She left dominants and submissives as pools of quivering messes in her wake.

She took a long hot shower. The drops of water dripped down her pale skin. Drying herself off she went to her cupboard and retrieved a pair of black lace panties and bra. This was one of her favorite sets and should help get her into the correct headspace for the evening.

She applied her makeup. Not with the soft pastel colors she has recently been wearing, but the powerful colors of Lady Patricia. A black smoky eyes radiating power. Red ruby lips matching the dark tone of her Ruby. Her blonde hair teased and done up.

Heading back into the bedroom she slid over the tight black leather pants. Her old friend held her body in all the right places. The pattern on the leather was a cross between a snakeskin and one of a Crocodile. It made the pants shimmer in the light. Next was the tight black tee shirt. Nothing special about it, except it showed off the girls very well. She sat on the bench at the end of the bed and pulled the black heel leather boots up over her sexy calves. Zipping the silver zipper on each leg. Her hands running over them forgetting how well they fit.

She stood up and checked herself in the full-length mirror on the far side of the wall. She thought to herself goddamn I still got it. She picked up her jacket off the bed and slipped her arms through the halls. The Red leather was a stark contrast to the rest of the black ensemble. Her painted lips match perfectly with it.