The encounter with the dominant governess That she is a dominant woman was already clear to me at the reception, because her harsh tone ordered me not to park my bike against the wall of the house. I was traveling in the mountains, because bicycle tours are my hobby. However, when I had to change the tube due to a flat tire and this turned out to be more tedious than planned, I decided to spend the night in the next inn. It was already dawn and so I asked the bossy old woman if she still had a room free. The owner turned out to be a strict governess who bullied her guests and maids as if they were in jail, and in retrospect I think she was breeding slaves there. I had already learned about female dominance from my aunt and grandmother, who often supervised me in the afternoons as a boy and served as my personal strict governess while my mother went to work. There is no father. So I recognize a dominant woman immediately and go weak at a femdom, as the owner of the inn was. A subm...