Humiliation and submission

She was a tall and statuesque woman with great presence. She turned heads when she entered a room. She was very intelligent, aloof and unapproachable and rather intimidating. We lived in separate flats in a large old converted house in London and as my flatmates were complete a..holes, I spent a lot of time with her and the other two girls who shared with her. We'd talk and drink and generally chill but she always kept apart and rarely got involved. Once during a discussion she got a little heated and made a couple of rude and offensive comments. My Latin temper flared and in response I aggressively gave her a piece of my mind. To my surprise she backed off immediately and meekly apologised. After this she became more amenable and we gradually got to know each other better. Behind the bold facade was a timid and very insecure young girl. Our relationship evolved into an unexpected dominant/submissive one. She had no sexual experience whatsoever and I became her willing tutor. This made her reliant on me and she discovered a huge sex drive which became nearly an addiction. She complied with most of my requests, even those she considered bizarre and although she said she hated herself, she enjoyed the sexual stimulation too much to stop.

Now I must admit that although I'd had quite some experience for my young age, I was still experimenting myself and I was always pushing the boundaries. Much easier when there is a compliant partner. My fetish of enjoying people's shyness and embarrassment was predominant at the time and a libertine, swinging London was the ideal place to be. This was the era of miniskirts, no bras and unorthodox fashion. Some of you may remember the bizarre style which consisted of a loose sleeveless shirt with large holes where the sleeve should have been. This left the breast completely exposed when the arm was lifted. It was very tantalising but as long as the arms were kept down by her sides it was fine. My girlfriend's innate shyness made her an ideal candidate. I would make her go on the underground train wearing this top, but she had to stand and hold on to the straps. This meant her breast and nipple was exposed as the train rocked along. Every time she spotted someone looking she would turn away in embarrassment then look at me beggingly to let her sit down. Her face was flushed as she avoided looking people in the eye and she told me later that her nipples were so swollen it was all she could do not to rub them. When the train was really crowded she sometimes rubbed her nipples on the back of another passenger. As soon as we got off the train we'd find as private a corner as possible in the busy station and have a rapid thrust and grope. She would have an emotional shaking orgasm.We went on for a couple of years getting more creative and adventurous. Every time I remember events like this, it triggers new memories. They do say that as one gets older, long term memory improves.

Now this was a beautiful, intelligent and successful young career woman, who could easily have had any man she wanted. Yet she was driven by her desires to allow herself to be demeaned and even put her career at risk. She chose to place herself at my disposal totally. It got to the point where she became so dependant that she was beginning to suppress her own personality and mould it to mine. It frightened me somewhat and in hindsight, I was not mature or clever enough to manage the situation. I suppose that I could also not handle the responsibility of having another person depend on me so entirely. If only I knew then what I know now! Our relationship did not end well because of my incompetent and admittedly selfish behaviour.

We lost contact ages ago but, through social media I discovered that she went on to achieve a very successful career. I'm pleased and hope that she also managed to find happiness.