My name is Audrey Young. I'm a 31 year old married mother of three. I've spent the last two years wondering if I made a mistake. My marriage is vanilla and so is my life. I have a deep hunger for more. I want to give my life to someone. I mean really give it to someone. Someone dominant. Someone who wouldn't feel guilty and would use me the way I wanted to be.
That's when I met you online. You were dominant. You made me feel alive. You treated me like the slut I knew I was mean to be. We talked for months before I confided my deepest desires and you listened eagerly and without judgement. I wanted someone to take my life execute me. We started planning it and I did what you told me I had to. I didn't even know your first name. That was intentional to protect you.
I couldn't book my ticket to see you fast enough. It was expensive but I had emptied my 401(k) and received a decent sum in the divorce settlement even though my ex was confused about why I didn't fight for custody and any assets. I had spent that last week selling things that were valuable like my car and computers but donating almost everything else. There was immense relief each time I gave something away. The less I had, the less I had to worry about and the closer my ultimate destiny seemed. I had given the house to my ex but the judge required he buy my equity from me which I agreed to take less than what it was worth, once again at his utter confusion. He seemed to think I was just trying to get rid of him which was both true and untrue at the same time. If he would have understood what I wanted and not hated me for it I would have invited him to come with me but that was not an option. He would never understand.
When I moved out I already gave most of my things away but I stayed in an Airbnb while I put my final things in order. The day before my flight I closed my bank accounts, got my nails done and drove to see my family one last time and gave them a tearful goodbye that they didn't quite understand.
In all of my donations I was careful to save one outfit--the outfit I would wear to meet you. I had paid careful attention. I wore a purple y-string thong and a white push-up bra that made my breasts look bigger than they were and created a little bit of cleavage. I wore my best pair of jeans with a little bit of bedazzle on the ass and white stitching. For a shirt I wore a yellow tank top that showed off the top of my breasts along with the only pair of stilettos I had ever owned that had 4" heels and made me feel a lot taller than I was.
I got up early the morning of my flight and shaved my body from the neck down and then made sure my hair and makeup were done perfectly. I would normally wear a ponytail on a flight but today I made sure my hair was in perfect beach waves. I put my makeup in my purse with my ID, my phone, a condom, and some breath mints. I ordered an Uber to the airport since my car was sold and when the notification on my phone came that he was here I threw my purse over my shoulder and picked up a gift wrapped box with a bow I had prepared for you and then threw the curling iron in the dumpster on the way to get in the car.
I got out at the airport and pulled up my boarding pass on the Delta app and checked in. I knew I could buy a first class ticket but I didn't feel right about it so I booked a center seat in the back of the plane. It felt like the right place to sit. I was feeling more submissive than ever and I was deferring my preferences to total strangers. Maybe it would be good preparation for what was to come. I didn't check a bag.
The flight was uneventful and I watched my favorite movie on the cross country flight to meet you. I hardly paid attention though. I couldn't get my heart to stop racing thinking of what was ahead. As soon as I landed I texted you. I sure hoped you weren't catfishing me. If you were I was fucked. I had nowhere to go. "I just landed. Where should I meet you?"
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I'm very interested in playing this out with someone has has an equally strong dominant streak to match my submissive one.
Kinks: I want you to take everything from my character--her dignity, her legacy, her pride, her money, her life. No apologies. I prefer a dominant and creative partner. I also enjoy humiliation, degradation, misogyny, exhibitionism, raw sex, financial ruin/domination, watersports, age gaps, forced prostitution, CMNF, being recorded against my will and outed, bad endings (and other dark/extreme kinks).
Limits: Incest/diaper play