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Paris had always been the city of romance and intrigue, but for me, it became the city of unexpected discoveries. My business trip had been packed with meetings and presentations, but a curious streak and a recommendation from a blog led me to a Femdom workshop tucked away in the quieter lanes of Montmartre.
It wasnât what one would call conventional, but the idea intrigued me. The workshop promised to explore power dynamics, focusing on communication, trust, and playful techniques. Most attendees came with their partners, but I was flying solo. Thatâs where I first noticed herâa French girl in her late twenties, radiating confidence. She introduced herself as Claire, and unlike me, she had signed up as a dominant. Her sharp wit and mischievous smile were as magnetic as her subtle Parisian accent.
We got paired together for the activities. âFate has an interesting sense of humor,â she remarked, raising an eyebrow when the instructor announced our pairing. I chuckled nervously, unsure how to respond. As a submissive, I was there to explore boundaries, but Claireâs teasing demeanor already had me on edgeâin the best way
The workshopâs exercises were lighthearted and centered on building trust. One involved maintaining prolonged eye contact. âDonât look away,â Claire said, her tone playful yet firm as she leaned in slightly. My instincts begged me to glance away, but her gaze was disarming. Later, during a segment on playful commands, she leaned closer and whispered, âFetch me that pen.â It was so simple, yet the way she said it, with a sly grin and a glint in her eye, made my heart race.
One of the more intriguing exercises involved a trust walk. Blindfolded, I had to rely on Claireâs guidance to navigate through a maze of chairs and obstacles. Her instructions were sharp and precise. âStep left. No, not that much. There, good. Trust me.â I stumbled a few times, which only earned a chuckle and a teasing, âIs this how you follow directions at work too?â The lighthearted banter kept the atmosphere fun while reinforcing the dynamic we were exploring.
During a group discussion, Claire couldnât resist making me her example. âHeâs learning quickly,â she said, her tone playful but with an edge of pride. âThough I think heâs better at following orders than giving them.â The group laughed, and I felt a mix of embarrassment and amusement.
When the workshop concluded, Claire and I exchanged numbers. âYouâre staying a few more days, right?â she asked casually. âMaybe Iâll show you the real Paris.â
The next day, she invited me to meet her at a quiet cafĂ© by the Seine. Over croissants and coffee, we slipped into an easy rhythm. âYouâre too tense,â she said, leaning back in her chair. âDo you always take life so seriously?â
âMaybe. But you seem to enjoy pointing it out,â I countered, earning a smirk.
âCome on,â she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to a small park nearby. She found a secluded bench and, with a playful yet commanding tone, said, âSit.â I couldnât help but laugh but obeyed without hesitation. She kicked off her flats and rested her feet on my lap. âMassage,â she added, the hint of mischief unmistakable.
I hesitated for a moment, but her playful demeanor made it feel less like an order and more like a shared joke. As I began to comply, she sighed dramatically. âFinally, some proper service,â she teased. Her banter kept things light, and though my heart pounded in my chest, it felt more like a game than anything overly intense.
Later, we strolled through the city, her taking the lead both figuratively and literally. She pointed out hidden gemsâa quaint bookstore here, an obscure sculpture there. At one point, she paused in front of a boutique. âTry this,â she said, handing me a scarf. I draped it around my neck awkwardly, and she adjusted it with a dramatic flourish. âSee? Youâre almost Parisian now.â
At one point, as we crossed a bustling street, she stopped abruptly. âHold my bag,â she said, handing me her purse without waiting for an answer. She then strolled ahead confidently, leaving me standing awkwardly with her bag. âCome on, you can walk and carry,â she called back, laughing. It was a small moment, but it reinforced the playful dynamic weâd been building.
That evening, she invited me to a small wine bar. As we sipped on Bordeaux, the conversation turned back to the workshop. âSo,â she began, a sly smile forming, âwhat did you really think of it?â
âHonestly? It was⊠liberating. But I think you made it fun,â I admitted.
Her eyes sparkled. âGood answer. But donât think Iâm going easy on you tomorrow. Meet me at the Jardin des Tuileries at noon.â
The next day was even more eventful. At the gardens, she handed me a small bag. Inside was a guidebook. âYouâll be my tour guide today,â she declared. âBut donât get anything wrong, or there will be consequences.â Her playful tone kept me on my toes, and as I fumbled my way through facts and mispronounced French words, sheâd interrupt with a mock scolding. At one point, she made me kneel to tie her shoe while she stood, arms crossed, smirking down at me. âYouâre learning your role,â she said, her voice dripping with amusement.
Later, she led us to a quiet, hidden alcove by a small fountain. She stretched her legs out, slipping off her shoes and placing her feet on my lap again. âContinue where you left off yesterday,â she said casually, as though this was the most natural thing in the world. I hesitated, glancing around nervously, but her reassuring smile and light tone put me at ease. âDonât worry, nobody is watching,â she teased, wiggling her toes slightly.
At a patisserie, she decided Iâd place the order. âEn français,â she insisted. My clumsy attempt at ordering Ă©clairs made the cashier smile, and Claire couldnât help but laugh. âYouâre lucky Iâm in a forgiving mood,â she said, taking the bag and leading me out.
As I worked, she leaned back and started asking me questionsâabout my life, my work, and why I had come to the workshop. The conversation was disarming, and before I knew it, I was speaking more openly than I had in years. She listened attentively, occasionally throwing in a teasing remark but always with a lightness that made me feel comfortable.
The evening was a whirlwind. She took me to a small rooftop restaurant with a view of the Eiffel Tower. As the city lights twinkled around us, she placed a delicate chain bracelet around my wrist. âA souvenir,â she said with a wink. âTo remember your time as my obedient tour guide.â
As the night wore on, the dynamic between us felt even more natural. She guided the evening with ease, whether it was choosing the wine or deciding our next destination. I followed willingly, enjoying the playful power exchange. By the time we parted ways, I knew Iâd experienced something rareâa connection that was lighthearted yet meaningful, playful yet profound.
Paris had given me more than just business insights; it had introduced me to a side of myself I never knew existedâand to Claire, the person who helped me find it.
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