Passionate Pets

( My Lady will forgive my trespass, for I cannot write this story from my point of view.* I must assume yours.* I admit I will do a poor job, and that my ignorance may require correction.* I do this out of love, out of need, and because I don?t see others showing what you have shown and taught me.)We were at a mixer.* The local LGBTQ groups were approaching the coming election with the usual sense that if they did not band together in a single voice, no one would care what they had to say.* The result of which was social mixers like this where political Lesbians, bisexual, and transfolk came together to argue about what they could agree they wanted from those politicians who remembered this small segment of the population actually voted, and remembered broken promises.My Jan is a bit of an odd duck in this crowd.* Saved from looking almanbahis butch by long red hair and curves that could make a convincing Jessica Rabbit, she had a lot more muscle and a lot heavier frame than her femme dress and makeup implied.* She was also a veteran, a soldier with very stark views on some political matters utterly divorced from theory, and grounded in the sorts of things that one does not bring up at a dinner party.I listened to her in the discussions, smiling as she managed people with the sorts of skills you would expect from a woman who worked in education, sideslipping attempts to save a failing debate by drifting into personal attack with enough skill half the participants didn?t notice, and the other half were wise enough to emulate.* She wanted to be my pet, but she was the kind of pet you needed a strong leash almanbahis yeni giriş for, a wolf who thought herself a puppy.It finally happened, we hit a topic where we disagreed.* I challenged her without really thinking about it.* I had my opinion and we both knew who was in charge.* She responded.* Oh well now.* This was too good to miss.* Taking a sip of wine, I listened to her counterargument.* I knew her buttons.* She was mine, so manipulating her was almost effortless, arousing her was almost effortless.* Once aroused, controlling her was dangerous.* I took another sip of my wine and laughed at her responses.* The women around us divided.* Half pressed closer to see the show, half faded in fear of a scene.* There would be a scene.I knew a little about the subject, and cared a little about it.* Foreign policy isn?t really almanbahis giriş my thing.* Jan as a soldier knew a bit more, cared a lot more, and came at me hammer and tongs, with facts and examples lined up like a freight train.* Her opinion was not the one most common to the salon lesbian liberal, so more than one of our friends tried and failed to argue my side.* I encouraged them, not because I thought they were right, Jan?s evidence was good, and I hadn?t previously cared enough to look for evidence myself so was willing to concede the point.* What I was not willing to concede was the chance to see my wolf at war.She was magnificent, poised, proud, brilliant.* She demolished their arguments, withstood their slurs with the sort of amusement you expect a grade school teacher to have to the defiance of a brat receiving discipline.* I let the battle go on long enough that all could see she had won it, against the crowd of them she had won.I stepped forward, grabbed her by the red hair she almost never leaves down, and turned her face to me.* The room went silent.