Leaving boarding school, I came out of this early part of my life a pure lesbian, unscathed physically, but mentally submissive in the extreme and with a kinky craving for Piss. My devotion was such that I tried to stay in touch with Rachel Harper, but to no avail. The school informed me that Miss Harper had resigned from her position at the school recently and moved abroad, somewhere in Europe, but they had no address fo...

Mistress Harper announced to me that, after speaking to Mummy and Daddy and because they were very busy, I would be spending the half term holiday with her at her country cottage. As we drove through the countryside chatting, I had no idea that my Mistress was wealthy, having been left extremely comfortable by her late husband. Leaving the main road, we pulled up in front of a large Georgian Mansion. “It’s very lovely Mis...

“Good morning, my delightful li’l Toilet Slut, crawl to me in the bathroom and service me. Get in the bath,” Mistress stood over me, “clamp your soft lips over my labia and tease my urethra.” “Yes, my beautiful Mistress,” I said as I knelt between her lovely, long legs. “Doing as you demand of your slave…my open mouth craving your golden nectar…” A dribble at first began to fill my mouth. “Tasting you, Mistress…” Suddenly...

When I returned from classes, an envelope had been pushed under my door. It was from Miss Harper and said, “Lil' one, come to my rooms on Saturday afternoon and expect to stay the weekend.” Saturday arrived, and it was 1 pm. I knocked on Miss Harper's door. I was wearing jeans, t-shirt, and pumps. She answered the door wearing a black bathrobe and heels. Taking my hand, she led me inside. “Dear Mina, the girls, Amanda and...

I was born to conservative parents in London twenty-four years ago. I believe my parents loved me, but I felt like I was abandoned due to their busy lifestyle. My father was a high-flyer in business in the city and my mother a dedicated social climber. I have never come out to them and only a few close friends know of my sexuality and my submissive nature. I spent my childhood in private nursery, private early school and...

It had finally happened! After years of training and service, initially online and then face-to-face, Mistress had allowed me to do what I had finally realized I wanted to do. Become Hers, completely, finally, and without reservations. The tears and shouting were long over. The ties to family and old friends were cut. All property had been sold and the proceeds deposited into Her bank account. I had gotten rid of virtuall...

Part 8: Tying the Knot, and Epilogue. I think Autumn was always my favorite time in the South. The excitement of graduation and starting to work full-time was past. We’d survived another sticky hot summer, and now the cooler weather would likely stretch out through Thanksgiving and even, sometimes, Christmas, before turning ugly and gray in January or February. My mom and Jack’s mom were already buzzing about like flies w...

Chapter 7: Keeping the Burn Alive. Before we left Marguerite’s, we had to change back into something a little more substantial than the silk dressing gown I had on or Jack’s silk pajama bottoms. Jack had me put the beige corset on, along with the seamed taupe stockings and the amazing black patent six-plus-inch platform heels Marguerite had dressed me in on Saturday afternoon. Over this I had on my white cotton blouse and...

Part 6: Oh, What a Night. The drive to Marguerite’s was short. She lived in a brownstone in an upscale neighborhood less than a mile from the shopping district where her store was located. She had given us the address, and told us to give our keys to the doorman who would park our car. We did so, climbed into an old-fashioned elevator, and soon were outside her door. A tuxedo-clad male servant opened the door to our ring,...

Part 5: Private Sessions. As we approached the shopping district where Visions in Lace was located, it suddenly dawned on me that it was getting fairly late in the afternoon. Would the store even be open? I queried Jack, and he responded, “It’s interesting that you bring that up. She actually requested that we come towards the end of the business day. As you probably noticed, she doesn’t stay open late, even on Saturdays....

Part 4: Picking up the pieces and finding our way. Jack and I never made it out to dinner that night, we grabbed a couple of sandwiches and cokes and headed back to the dorm. We were both a little subdued, and went back into his room without saying much. I think our heads and hearts were both too full and we didn’t know exactly how to get started. A couple of times we did the silly thing where we both started to talk at o...

Part 3: New players, new game The time apart seemed like it moved like a turtle in peanut butter. Finally, however, another glorious weekend dawned where we could be together. This time, I was staying with Jack at his school. Now, a lot of schools were beginning to experiment with coed dorms. Not my school, and not Jack’s either. But, the recognition that college-age boys and girls would be, well, you know, boys and girls...

Part 2: Jeannie meets Vanessa The next morning, I awoke in my own bed to my mother calling me for breakfast. I had dreamed the craziest shit...then I shifted in the bed and became immediately aware of the welts on my bum and the itching of my shaved pussy and realized that it had been no dream! I hit the toilet then quickly pulled on some shorts and a top and slipped into house slippers and went down to eat. Dad had heade...

This is a story about a journey, my journey, from girlhood to womanhood. As implausible as it might seem, it’s also a story about the power I gained by submitting to the will of another. It’s a story about how I learned to understand a little more about what makes me tick (and what makes me go boom). It’s a story about a journey into a mirror; such a journey could be of one step, or a thousand, and might very well contain...

The morning light comes dimly through the curtains. My eyes open slowly, then without further hesitation i crawl out of the bed. Presenting to Mistress Haley as She has always directed; slipping out of my nightshirt and kneeling, naked on the floor. My ankles are crossed behind (a position i had thought awkward at the beginning, the slight discomfort now no longer entering my consciousness), my wrists crossed, my back str...