
I thought you might enjoy knowing I’ve added a few more stories to Femdom Fantasies. I am so very pleased there are a few people willing to contribute to this site as I think it has a lot of potential. If you would like to submit a story for publication, please email me.
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I’ve just discovered an interesting Wordpress feature. Users have the option to write posts at any time and then schedule them to be published whenever they desire. This would prove useful if I am going to be away from the computer for several days and wish to keep the flow going :) As I am going to the mountains at the end of next week I will test it to see how well it works.
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Yesterday I went out for a few hours with Richard. He and I have become really good friends and I very much enjoy hanging out with him. He’s funny, intelligent, and he doesn’t let me push him around (well, not too often anyway ;)
We went to dinner and had a nice long talk about Femdom and kink. I haven’t mentioned it here yet, but a couple of weeks ago I told him all about the Domme thing. He wasn’t really shocked, but I think like David it took him by surprise because he had a preconceived notion of what being a Domme means. I enjoy talking with he and David about all things Femdom because they ask intelligent questions and they make me think about the whys and hows. Sometimes I can’t answer their questions at the moment they ask and that impresses me. I like it when someone is intelligent enough and thoughtful enough to make me say, “I don’t know – I’ll have to think about it and tell you later.”
On the way home we were waiting in traffic at a very busy intersection when an accident occurred. Of course being a nurse and possibly the only healthcare professional on the scene, I jumped out of the car, and while Richard pulled out of the way of traffic I approached the damaged vehicles. There were three people inside the most severely damaged car. The two in the front were injured but able to exit the vehicle. The one in the back appeared to have sustained more serious injuries. I couldn’t get inside the vehicle on the driver’s side because the door wouldn’t open, so I approached the passenger’s side door.
Standing blocking the door was a man taking photos. I cannot imagine why anyone would think this was ok, but that wasn’t the time to even consider the why of the situation. I identified myself as a nurse and asked him to move.
He ignored me.
I tapped him on the shoulder and again asked him to move, explaining I was a nurse and I needed to get inside the vehicle to check on the person inside.
When he turned I realized how tall and big he was, but by that point I didn’t care. He stared down at me, still refusing to move – an act that completely infuriated me. In a quite loud and angry voice I warned him, “Get out of my way NOW or I will deck you!”
There was some nervous laughter in the crowd. Some I am sure found it somewhat amusing that a woman would be threatening to deck a man who was a foot taller and at least 100 pounds heavier, but frankly I didn’t care. Some I am sure were nervous about how the situation was going to play out.
After a few seconds of glaring at me he moved and I was able to get inside the vehicle to do my checks. Fortunately the injuries weren’t as severe as I anticipated and the police and EMTs arrived right after.
I cannot imagine why this man would behave the way he did, but even more than that I cannot understand why no one at all stepped forward to help me stand up to him. Richard arrived right as the man was leaving or I am certain he would have helped me.
Several people did speak up and inform the police about the insane photographer, but by the time the police were in a position to deal with him, he had slithered away.
On the way home Richard asked what I would have done had the man not moved. No one ever really knows for sure what they “would have done”, but I was so concerned about the injured and so angry at this man that I honestly believe I would have decked him. I have never hit anyone in my life (outside of sexual play), but I was not about to stand there and let that person possibly put someone’s life at risk.
So I guess the Evil Cowgirl did put in an appearance but this time, she was evil evil instead of fun evil. I’m not proud that in the heat of that moment I couldn’t think of any other option to make that man move, but I didn’t have time to search for more tactful options.