The Legend of Tara
© Mom
Prologue
A legend is a story coming down from the past; especially: one
popularly regarded as historical although not verifiable. Most say that
in order to be a legend one must be dead. I'm not dead, but I have to say
that listening to things that I have supposedly done over the years, the
stories are legends.
Don't get me wrong, I am not here to ruin anyone's image of what happened,
where I came from, nor dispute my submissiveness. After all people will
believe what they want to believe. I am merely here to tell a story of a
woman that has always tried to play the cards that life has dealt her as
best she can.
I like many other submissives came from a horrific childhood. Unlike many
others eventually one of the two abusers went to prison. Not for my abuse
mind you, but for abusing my youngest sister, however I did testify against
him.
I married young twice! First time at nineteen, it was an explosive and
abusive marriage that nearly ended with my incarceration for assault with
a deadly weapon when I returned from work one afternoon and my 6 week old
son had a bloody nose and a large handprint in the middle of his back.
My second marriage was not so bad, but it is where I grew up. I married
a truck driver. Nothing I can think of brings out the woman in a child than
when she is raising children on her own, a lot of times without the means
in which to do it.
When I was 24 I discovered the citizens ban radio, it worked for me being
housebound most of the time with 3 small children at home and a pretty much
non-existent husband. Within 6 months of talking I became known as a force
to be reckoned with. I was vice president of the local REACT team, and also
belonged to the Red Cross communications team.
In the spring of 86 female cber's were being stalked and attacked by a
local man. To this day I still believe that the local police were aware of
whom it was, but just didn't care, until we started to fight back.
He was stalking my friend Night Owl, following her when she took her kids
to and from school, and basically whenever she left the house. We would
take turns sitting with her whenever Bo (her live in boyfriend) was out
on the road with his Karaoke show.
One day I received a letter in the mail from the stalker/attacker where
he described what he planned to Night Owl and Bo. Something in me snapped
that day, and my reaction started the eventual arrest of the man and began
a club that in it self would become legendary.
I drove to Night Owl's house that afternoon and flattened the tires on
the man's truck. But it wasn't until two weeks later when he tried to attack
me in my own home, thinking I was alone, that he finally went to jail.
Two months later I was approached by six women who said they wanted to
start a club to protect the women of the CB from anything like that happening
again. This day we formed TBC aka The Bitch Club. A couple months after that,
we installed to male Administrators, after we had been threatened with a lawsuit
for sexual discrimination.
That is when I met Chris, a very large and good looking man that would
eventually be my first Dom. He had an air about him that let you know he was
not one to be pushed to far. But for some reason in the beginning he let
the founding women of the club run rough shod over him. Until one day we
pushed him too far.
The club had grown quickly and we had already reached fifty-two members
when it was brought to Chris' attention that we had become rowdy, to the point
that the mention of TBC brought contempt to some, and fear to others. So
Chris decided it was time to get the situation under control by changing
the order of things. In this mission he had decided that some of the officers
should be taken off the payroll and returned to the membership. One of the
people he decided to remove was my own daughter, and that is where we butted
heads and where the story begins.