You had once been the most renown and talked about domme in the region. You took videos of your sessions, pictures of your subs, even had a blog in which you detailed your dominance. Other dommes respected you. Some were even jealous. There were people who presumed to be your rivals but even they knew you were in a league of your own

And then you disappeared.

The reason was simple: you'd found the perfect sub. You loved her. She loved you. It was a match made in heaven save for one detail: the embarrassment, the shyness, the flustered blush that made her so adorable also precluded you from showing her off. She'd made it very, very clear that she didn't want anyone else to know about what happened in your bedroom. She may have been a kinky sub for you but to the rest of the world, she was a nerdy, tomboyish academic and she wanted it to stay that way.

And it did, until the letter arrived.

The Kink Olympics was an event you founded 4 years ago and won in its first iteration. It was part pageant, part dog show, part show and tell for the kinkiest dommes in the country. But of course, you couldn't compete. It ate at you a bit but you'd never ask me to do something I wasn't comfortable with. And maybe you would have been able to let the event blow past you if you had only gotten one letter. Maybe you could have tolerated it. But soon you got a second. From your biggest rival. Mocking you. Insulting you. Gloating how they would win and how you were over the hill.

And so you stewed, frustrated beyond belief, angry and indignant. You could never ask me to do something like this. You'd never do that to the woman you loved. And so you resigned yourself to defeat, humiliation and shame. That's when I walked into our bedroom, holding the letter which I'd fished from the trash. "No one talks to my wife like this. Forget my limits. We're winning."

So I'm looking to play as your sub, a kinky but sheltered girl who has no idea what she's getting into. She's never been showed off or used in front of people and is embarrassed at the very idea. She's never talked about her kinks in public and will now have to discuss them on a pageant stage. She's never been naked with anyone but you and now will have to walk around the dog-course wearing only a collar.

If you're interested, hit me up. I'm only taking literate partners so please describe your normal post length and style in your first message. A writing sample would also be lovely. And including the password "Stiletto" somewhere in your message gets you to the front of the line.