Femdom Forging Fate

Her name was Mia.

I met her at a party, somewhere in the deep underground of an industrial complex that had been abandoned for decades. The concrete and metal corridors were lit by colorful spotlights that danced along the walls, and the ceiling was adorned with a huge disco ball that threw specks of light across the room. Loud music reverberated through the floor, vibrating my feet as I took a big sip from my beer.

But that didn't distract me from her. Her presence radiated from across the room, like a warm, inviting fire on a blistering hot day. Her head turned slowly, seemingly taking in all of the atmosphere around her. She wore a tight black dress that accentuated her curvaceous figure and exposed her slender shoulders. Her face was almost hidden beneath a cascade of wavy brown hair, but I could tell she was smiling even when she wasn't looking at me. And when she finally did turn in my direction, she flashed me a mischievous smile that made it clear: She wanted me to talk to her.

So I did. I walked over to her and introduced myself. We talked for hours about trivial things at first -- how long we'd lived in our homes, what we liked and disliked about our jobs, where we'd traveled - but then we moved on to more serious subjects like education and politics, marriage and children. It felt like only minutes before we were exchanging phone numbers and agreeing to see each other again soon. And when I kissed her goodbye that night and slipped an arm around her waist, I knew there was no chance we would be strangers for long.

A week later we went out for dinner at one of those upscale restaurants downtown where everyone dresses up nice and eats fancy food off of plates with flower patterns painted on them. We clinked glasses of wine together during dinner and made small talk about work (she was an artist; I was an engineer) and hobbies (I liked to play guitar; she wrote poetry). When the waiter brought us our check he also presented us with two fortune cookies tied up with string and taped shut with red wax seals bearing Chinese letters written in gold ink. She opened hers first: "You are meant to be with someone special." I cracked open mine next: "It's lucky you found your soulmate."

"How appropriate," she said as she looked up at me with a sly grin. "Wanna get out of here?"

That night we didn't go home together - it was too soon for that - but instead drove back to my apartment building where we sat parked in the parking lot until past midnight talking about everything from foreign policy to witchcraft. Later on I asked if she'd be willing to spend another night over at my house, this time in my bedroom instead of my car, so I bought some flowers at a store on my way home from work the next day and added them to the collection of gifts already sitting on my kitchen counter. A few hours later she showed up carrying a bag full of clothes and toiletries that already seemed familiarly worn; it looked like they'd been packed just hours before being thrown into the duffle bag slung over her shoulder. She hadn't even bothered changing out of her paint-stained jeans or tattered sweater before hopping into my car so we could leave for dinner like last weekend but once we got back home she took a shower while I made spaghetti with meatballs for dinner and poured us each a glass of wine from the bottle I'd bought after getting off work earlier that day. Then we sat down on opposite sides of my couch beside one another - not too close together but not too far apart either - as I put on an old comedy movie neither of us had seen before but both agreed sounded funny enough to enjoy watching together on TV late at night after making love for hours in bed together until sunrise crept into our dark bedroom window early tomorrow morning before starting our day all over again right back where we'd left off yesterday before heading out this afternoon for another date tomorrow night at another expensive restaurant where they served fancy food on plates painted with flowers while dressed up nicely in suits or dresses or maybe even tuxedos while drinking expensive imported wines out of expensive crystal glasses shaped like swans or maybe even unicorns while listening to live piano music played by someone named Valentino who wore his hair short while wearing an expensive suit while playing both classical and jazz covers while looking just like David Bowie while smoking cigarettes while listening intently as he told stories about how he used to work as Elvis Presley's personal assistant until he retired years ago to open his own recording studio in Florida where he's produced albums by musicians from all over the world including Japan and Brazil whose names he can barely pronounce correctly during dinner tonight where you'll wear a dress you bought online for less than fifty dollars last month that looks exactly like something worn by Kate Middleton when she went shopping during Prince William's birthday party after meeting Prince Harry at Kensington Palace last December during which time you'll use your favorite lipstick shade purchased from Sephora during your last trip overseas which will look perfect against your skin tone especially when photographed by me with my iPhone 7 plus while sitting across from me eating pasta which you'll ask me how many calories are inside since you're getting fat lately anyway which will make me laugh because who wears makeup anymore besides celebrities who don't know how easy it is to take selfies nowadays with their iPhones 7s which is why you'll sleepover here tonight which is why tomorrow morning you'll wake up next to me laying naked alongside me underneath white cotton sheets staring out into darkness above black sheets draped around white pillows resting behind closed eyelids dreaming about nothing in particular thinking about everything everywhere across every border without ever leaving this bed without ever opening your eyes without ever reaching across this same mattress toward me touching skin falling into contact flesh onto flesh becoming human again after being parts yesterday becoming human again tomorrow after being parts again today thinking about how fortunate it is that today is today because yesterday is yesterday because yesterday is yesterday because today is today because yesterday has already happened already passed already happened already gone already happened already gone already happened already passed already happened already gone already happened already gone