TANYA ARRIVES IN CLEVELAND OHIO
by Hamlet



Tanya walked down to the foyer of the Holiday Inn Express in Cleveland Ohio
feeling so hungry and looking forward to an enjoyable night out. She had just
ridden from Warren Pennsylvania on her incredible Hardanger motorbike after
she had just pulverized a wife beater after leaving him on a bloody heap in
the car park. She had then ridden at full speed to the Ohio border a distance
of just over 65 miles. She had crossed another 50 miles down Interstate 90
past the towns of Ashtabula and Mentor and had found the hotel standing as it
did

on US Highway 59.

As she walked to the reception dressed in just a leather jacket and thigh
length boots she noticed that the desk clerk looked so scared. It seemed as if
her reputation from what had happened in Pennsylvania had spread across the
state boundaries!

It was also clear that the hotel staff had been told not to mess with her. The
desk clerk bowed his head in her presence knowing he had to treat her with the
respect and deference she deserved.

'I'm really hungry and would like to go somewhere for a meal and a drink-where
can you recommend?' she said looking so confident and self-assured.

'Well actually ma'am there's a really good friendly place in the centre of the
city called Lola's. It's on 2058n East 4th Street. The food's wonderful! I can
order you a taxi if you like.'

'The place had better be good -otherwise you're refunding the bill when I get
back! So, call me a taxi now. And get one thing straight-you call me Mistress
not ma'am!

'Yes, er certainly Mistress 'he stammered in fear of her.' I'll call a taxi at
once. If you don't like the place Mistress, I promise to pay you back the
money as I recommended it to you.'

The taxi arrived almost at once. The taxi driver had this annoying habit of
calling her ma'am and again she had to point again it was Mistress!

Lola's looked like a friendly place situated in the Warehouse district just
next to the Cuyahoga River. As she walked in the place was packed with what
seemed to be regulars and business people after work. In the corner there was
a band playing. She felt like a dance as she really liked what seemed like
Irish music. As she strode to the bar the customers cleared the way-there was
something about her that exuded power!

'I'll have a large orange juice.' she said to the barman.

'Certainly ma'am'. He was surprised that she did not order anything alcoholic.
She was getting really tired of this ma'am business.

She walked over to the restaurant area. She ordered the $50 three courses that
consisted of a jalapeno soup, a lamb shank and a goat cheesecake It came
really

quickly-that was one thing she really liked about the USA the standards of
service, though not quite as good as in Norseland, were excellent. It was huge
helping but she must have eaten it in less than 10 minutes she was so hungry.

She ordered more and more drinks and felt strange being completely sober
surrounded by so many drunken people! As she watched the Irish band playing,
she thought what an amazing day she had and thought about everything she had
done he had been totally triumphant! There was no doubt about it. She felt she
just could not be beaten in a fight no matter which she fought and no matter
how many people she fought!

Yet she had to realise that at the same time being a Domme had its downside.
The problem with being a Domme was that she was becoming increasingly lonely
here in the USA.She had to understand that love and domination did not really
mix-she could not actually force someone to care for her !She knew she had her
lover Rolf back in Norseland.She longed for his company and really wanted to
ring him but she did not want to wake him up at this hour.

As she sat in the bar, she noticed that although all the men looked at her,
they did not want to ask her to dance. I She was just too big and
muscular-they just did not want to tangle with a huge foreign Demesne had to
understand that if she wanted to meet someone, she would have to make the
first move.

She was beginning to feel the need to speak to someone rather than just shout
at and beating them, which is what she had been doing all day. It was after
all what she did for a living as a Psychologist in Norseland in her home city
of Risero! It was now after 11 PM on a Friday night and she needed a break
from work. She thought about Rolf -even though she would break his neck if he
even looked at another woman, she however could meet as many men as she liked!

She looked around the bar to see if she could see anyone attractive, She
really wanted to dance but not on her own. In the corner she saw a man sitting
on his own. He had quite a sweet face. She decided to walk over to him.

'I'd like to dance with you. My name is Tanya.I'm Norselandic in case you
didn't guess.',

He had no choice but to dance with her..

'Yes certainly' he replied looking overwhelmed at the sight of a gigantic
muscular

Blonde woman dressed completely in leather.

She held him tightly around the waist. He looked at her towering above him.
She

was at least 3' taller than him .

She then asked him about himself. He told her he worked as a lawyer in a small
town called Marion 255 miles south west of Cleveland He was down in Cleveland
for the weekend to see his sister. He asked her what she did.

'Actually, I'm a Therapist back in My Nation Norseland .'

He felt overwhelmed by her, but at the same time wanted to tell her his
troubles as she was a Therapist.

After she head said that they sat down together. He was becoming more and more

inebriated. It was clear he had a drink problem as he staggered to the bar to
buy more drinks.

He told her his name was Christopher. He had just been through a terrible
divorce in which he had lost the house to his wife who still lived near him.
She had been seeing other men and had made his life a misery by her constant
tempers. He was almost crying as he told her his problems.

She began to really like him and felt sorry for him. She put her hand down his
trousers and began to massage him in her fingerless leather gloves. She then
kissed him hard on the lips bringing her tongue right down his mouth until he
was nearly choking.

She told him that he really needed Therapy. She then mentioned Corrective
Therapy.He replied he did not know what it was but would gladly go through a
course with her. He did not realise it actually meant her using force and
humiliating him!

They talked and talked as he poured out all his troubles to her-he did not
realise that she would use all this material against him in future Corrective
Therapy Sessions! He was suffering badly from depression and alcoholism and
much as she liked him she knew that the only way to cure him was by severe use
of force on him.

She looked at her watch. It was 2 AM.

'Christopher I've really enjoyed your company! I want you to come back to the

Great Western Hotel!

COME WITH ME AND I WILL DEBAUCH YOU ALL NIGHT DARLING!!

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