She had honed her skill slowly. It started as a dream where she rescued a confused friend from a pushy male at a party. She recognized that her constant horniness, while irritating at times could help save the vulnerable and abused.
The joy she took in sewing her cape and bedazzling her 4" high heels with sparkly-fun was priceless. The empowerment from aiding others with her scent was otherworldly!
At a recent party her skills were put to the test. Her female friend was being manhandled by an over zealous/horny male friend. The poor vanilla girl was cornered and now sinking to the floor, all self pride and defense withering away. Her friend was not liking this, was NOT into the lifestyle and it was obvious in her eyes that she did not understand the males intent to dominate her. Someone had to step in.
She had casual conversation with this deviant Dom before. He was so new and excited to the lifestyle that she could see he was not picking up on her friends signals that she was terrified and not enjoying his approach.
She had powers to help. Being the wet cunt she normally was, she took a quick swipe from within her red, lacy underwear collecting a sample of her pussy and bee-lined it to the confrontation. Rather than be physical or bitchy, or even acknowledging her friend's embarrassment, she simply put her two wet, deliciously fragrant fingers beneath the Dom's nose. He instantly froze...
His focus completely changed, looking for the source of the intoxicating musky, sweet smell. The friend was released. The scent froze his mind. He could only follow the source of what ever that was.
Her friend was saved, but now what to do with this horny, aggressive male? He was a Dom, but his aggression to a non-consensual female did not please Julie Juicy (her adopted super hero name).
JJ's female friend had no idea what happened, but gave a nod of thanks and scurried off, adjusting her riffled through clothing, making a mental note to give JJ a hug and genuine thanks when the day came.
A glance of acknowledgement reveals that JJ's scent while powerful, was also an indicator for her eager desire to be dominated. She deflects attention from her uncertain, uncomfortable friend, to herself, ready and willing to get to know this Dom better.
She confidently shows her corset and overflowing breasts, hoping to get his attention redirected from olfactory to vision. Good thing this was a costume party, or this would be embarrassing! Her cape seems to have a pulse on the tension in the room and like there is a fan beneath her, it flies like a flag, the perfect color of green to offset her eyes.
He is hooked. Her scent has made his eyes lock to hers. She feels weird. She feels like a dominant, saving her friend and luring this self proclaimed "Master" away with just the smell of her own pussy juice. She is THAT powerful and so needs someone even more so to direct and guide her. Someone that doesn't melt at her smell, someone that can "super hero" the Super Hero.
Juicy Julie is now at a loss. Rather than waste the moment, she too smells her fingers. She gets weak in the knees and is no longer too concerned for her brief idea that she may have some dominant parts. She opens her mouth, drooling with excitement. Her eyes stay locked with his. The tone has changed. His intensity and dominance has returned. A new, willing target is in his sight.
A few bats of the her eye lashes, a look down and she is ready for him. He casually puts his hand at the small of her back, directing her outside, away from all the people. It's as if there was a switch that turned, if only temporarily. He went from being over the top aggressive, to intoxicated with the smell of female arousal, and now to directing her to a more intimate place to chat.
Rather than sit, they anchored their conversation to a tree. He asked her what she intended by forcing him to smell her scent. She blushed, a bit uncomfortable with the directness of his questions, but also excited. She explained that her friend was not looking to be dominated, but she was. It was a service she performed as a Super Hero. She saved the vanillas from the misguided Doms and Masters and redirected them to a more willing participant, herself. Their conversation quickly went silent.
He casually, and gently gave her a hug, a kiss on the cheek. She was startled by his subtlety, but enjoyed the embrace. He looked her straight in the eyes, all serious and said, "if you will be my sub, I'll be your super hero".
Her heart melted and pussy gushed. Before she could say anything, he informed her that he had obligations at the party, first off an apology to her friend, and second, he was the DJ. He expected her to stick around, but not be afraid to enjoy herself.
They had a lot of talking to do. But it was obvious by the constant attention they showed each other with eye contact throughout the night that the single smell was not enough for him, and the range of his emotion was not enough for her. She had a glimpse, like a the first chapter in a book and was hooked.
Juicy Julie was happy.
