I tentatively sat on the bed next to a fidgeting Laurie, looking uncharacteristically nervous. I stroked her hair from her face, and she glanced at me. I gave her a calm smile and put my hand lightly on her shoulder. 

“Are you nervous?” I asked even though I already knew the answer. 

“A little...” She replied before staring at her hands playing with the hem of her plush bath robe. “I've never let go of control like this before. I guess I'm so used to being a dominatrix, it's hard to imagine letting someone else into the role for once. I’ve... never been dominated before.”

“Do you trust me?” I gently turned her head toward me by her chin and she looked into my eyes for a long moment before nodding with a small smile. 

“Yeah, I do, Ava.”

“Thank you,” I said. That seemed to surprise her into a smile. “I trust you too. You have nothing to worry about, babe. It's just you and me, okay?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Okay.”

She paused another long moment, as if trying to gather her words in the right order. 

“You know, Ava... I have always kind of wondered what it feels like to be the submissive. I always had this thought that if I met the right person, maybe I could try it. Even if I didn't like it, I think it's important to know how it feels, you know? Maybe it would make me a better domme.”

“Do you think I'm that right person?” I asked. She looked deep into my eyes for a long moment before answering with a smile. 

“Yeah, I think you are. If I would do it for anyone, it would be you.” Laurie slipped her hand into mine, holding tight for a long moment. Seemingly satisfied, she nodded decisively. 

“What's the safeword?” I quizzed her for the tenth time. 

“Pineapple. Same as always. Or four taps.”

“Exactly. If you do that, we'll stop immediately and we'll have a conversation, okay? I do hope you'll like it enough to stick it out, though.”

She nodded.

“Are you ready?”

Laurie took a nervous breath, seeming steeling herself for her first experience as a submissive. She was widely considered the best dominatrix in the city, and had been at it for way longer than me. She even dominated me, ME! Can you believe that? It takes a real special person to domme a domme. And yet, since we'd gotten closer and built our relationship, she finally felt comfortable enough to try switching it around. It was no secret I'd always daydreamt of domming her. She was the picture of feminine strength, beauty, and grace: perfect hair and makeup, manicured fingernails, never taking shit from people. She knew her worth and wouldn't accept anything less than she deserved. I truly admired and respected her. And now? She trusted me enough to let go of control, to give herself over to me, even if just for an evening. It was a responsibility I took seriously. Her opinion of submission, even her opinion of me, could hang on my actions this evening. 

“Yeah, I'm ready.”

I wordlessly stood and dropped my own robe to the floor. Her jaw dropped when she saw me dressed as she'd never seen before: in my old dominatrix outfit. I was dressed in all black with high leather boots, fishnet thigh-highs, and a skimpy leather and lace lingerie leaving little to the imagination. To top it off, I got my accessory for the evening, a riding crop.

I stood before her, channeling my dominant energy, and making sure she felt the shift in the balance of power in the room. I smacked the crop against my hand, testing the feel of the leather against my palm. I looked her dead in her gorgeous green eyes.

“Yes, what?”

She visibly gulped, her eyes glued to the crop smacking absently against my hand. 

“Yes... M-mistress...”

I let a wicked grin crawl across my face, relishing in the shift. She'd always been the dominant one, the leader, the top. Now? It was my turn.