Anonymous Confession

The Beginning.

Ever since I can remember, back to the age of 6 or 7, I've known

that my orientation was toward other girls. At the age of 9, I told

my mother that I would never marry because you could only marry men.

She spanked me and told me not to talk nonsense like that, especially

in front of others. So I learned to hide my feelings and desires. By

the age of 14, I knew that I was submissive. My fondest wish was to

be taken and *used* by some older woman - a strong, beautiful woman

who would take care of me, control me, and, most of all, use me.

At 14, I was a real tomboy - short hair, boyish build (no breasts

to spreak of), tight little butt, and slender legs. I could beat most

of the boys my age at any sport they wanted to try, so I wasn't too

popular with them. And the girls disliked me because I was too much

like one of the boys. It was a lose/lose situation, but I didn't

care. I was waiting. I waited all through high school and while I

waited I was the good little girl my mom wanted. I wore dresses,

learned how to wear makeup, dated, went to the prom, and engaged in all sorts of school activities - sports, drama club, and even tried

out for cheerleading one year. I even fucked a couple of the guys I

dated. And during the entire four years I felt like I wanted to barf.

College was more of the same, except the guys were worse than

they'd been in high school. The other girls, for the most part, were

also the same as they'd been in high school - interested in boy,

gossip, and the latest fashions. My college experience boiled down to two things: I

got a good education and it wasn't quite as bad as high school.

I'm 26 now, I have a job with a small software company. I was

hired as a contract negotiator - my major was finance - and I liked it

right from the start. My search for the woman of my dreams came to an end six months ago when I met Stephanie. We met at a cocktail party given by one of the vice-presidents in my division.

She told me later that it was my blonde hair that attracted her initially. Stephanie, who's 28, is a manager at one of our best

customers. she is one of those women who is

often referred to as striking or handsome rather than pretty.

I was standing in a corner, nursing a martini, when she slipped

through the crowd and introduced herself. I smiled back and told her

my name. We chatted for a few minutes, mostly business, and then she

glanced around at the crowd. "Susan," she asked, "Are you having fun

or would you like to get out of here?" I hesitated for a moment.

"What do you have in mind?" She grinned. "Taking you somewhere quiet

where I can turn you over my knee and give you the spanking of your

life!" I stared at her in shock for a moment. Then I put my glass

down on a nearby table and held my hand out. She took it and led me

through the crowd. As we walked out to the parking lot we continued

to exchange personal information. One thing we determined quickly was

that her house was much closer than my apartment. I followed her

Lexus in my Miata. It took us no more than 15 minutes to reach her

house. It was almost 11:00 p.m. when we arrived. Her house turned

out to be a big colonial set on a large lot in one of the better

suburbs. She pulled into the driveway and I followed. The driveway

circled around to the back of the house where there was a three-car

garage attached to the house. Two of the doors were opening. She

pulled into one and I pulled into the other.

When I got out, she was waiting for me. As the garage doors closed

she smiled and said, "You can leave your clothes in the car or wear

them into the kitchen." I hesitated. I was thrilled and very

excited, but I didn't want to make a mistake. I glanced at her then

down at the floor. "What would you prefer?" She chuckled. "Good

answer. Leave them on for now." She took my hand and led me inside.

She released my hand and closed the door to the garage. Then she

pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. I stood where I'd

stopped and waited for her to tell me what to do. She took a minute

to look me over. I was wearing a little black dress with a scooped

neckline, white stockings, and black medium-heeled pumps. My jewelery

was gold, plain, simple pieces - a rope chain, earrings, and a watch.

Stephanie smiled up at me and said, "Pretty, very pretty. Simple, but

elegant. You are a jewel!" I felt myself blushing as I thanked her.

She patted her lap. "Come and lie down here. Let's see what you can

take." As I approached she told me to pull my dress up. I obeyed and

she grinned when she saw that I was wearing thigh highs and silk

bikini panties. I stretched myself across her lap and crossed my

wrists behind my back as directed. I stared at the floor, hardly

daring to breathe as she pulled my panties down to my knees. I took a

deep breath as she caressed my bare buttocks with one hand while

holding my wrists with the other. She was quite strong and I knew

that I probably wouldn't be able to escape her grip even if I wanted to do so.

"Have you ever been spanked?" I shook my head.

She pinched me on the thigh and I yelped. "I expect a verbal answer. And be polite."

I nodded. "No, ma'am, I've never been spanked." She patted my ass and told me that was better.

"This is your last chance to back out. Stay or go?"

I glanced back over my shoulder and whispered, "Stay."

She grinned. Then her hand went up and dropped. Fast. Hard.

Craaaccck! I squirmed, but didn't make a sound. It hurt like hell!

And felt so good. She gave me a dozen hard whacks and I was crying by

the fourth. Sobbing loudly by the seventh. After twelve she paused

and asked me if I could take another twelve. "Yes, ma'am," I

whispered. "Please...." She gave me another dozen even harded than

the first twelve. When it was over, she eased me off her lap onto my

knees. I knelt there, sobbing and rubbing my sore ass. She lifted my

chin and kissed me on the mouth. God, it was perfect! She told me to

stand up and take my dress off. I hopped up and pulled my dress off

over my head, draping it neatly over the back of a chair. My bra and

panties followed a minute later. Then, wearing only stockings and

shoes, I was taken on a tour of the house.

As we left the livingroom and mounted the stairs to the second

floor, Stephanie asked me how it felt to be virtually nude. I glanced

up at her and whispered, "It feels.... right. Very right." She

showed me around the upstairs. There were four bedrooms and two full

baths. Every room was decorated beautifully and I fell in love with

the house and with Stephanie. She was the strong, dominant woman I'd

been seeking. After I'd seen the upstairs, we returned to the

kitchen. Stephanie sat on the counter by the sink and had me stand in

front of her. Her knees touched my belly as I stood, as directed,

with my hands clasped behind my back. She toyed with my nipples as

she questioned me about my past experiences. She was surprised and

delighted to discover that she was the first woman to spank me. She

frowned when I told her that I fucked a few guys in high school and

one in college. But her frown went away while I told her I'd been

quite celibate since college. She told me to turn around and bend

over. I obeyed and blushed when her fingers grazed my anus. "How

about here? Has anybody penetrated you here?"

I glanced back at her and whispered, "No, nobody." She nodded and

told me to turn and face her again. She went back to toying with my

nipples. I asked her if she thought my breasts were too small. She

shook her head. "No, they're perfect. Small and pert and oh so

sensitive." I sighed with pleasure as she pinched my nipples and

pulled them gently. The questions resumed and I answered fully and

truthfully. Finally, "Susan, what do you want?"

I glanced around and took a deep breath before answering. "I want

to be loved and cherised and controlled. I want to be....... owned."

She smiled and kissed me. "A slave. You want to be a slave?"

I nodded. "Yes, I want to be your slave. Take me, train me, own me. Please!"

"Limits?' She asked.

"None." I replied.

"On your knees..... slave."

I dropped to my knees and kissed the tips of her shoes. She left

me on my knees while she went to get a collar. It was a narrow collar

made of hand-tooled black leather. It didn't fit quite snugly enough,

but she promised me one of my own that did. She locked it on with a

small stainless steel padlock. Then she sent me home. She gave me

the weekend and Monday to pack my things and put them in storage. I

called in on Monday and told them I was taking a couple of vacation

days. It cost me an extra $200, but I had a mover there that day to

take my things to a long-term storage facility. My landlord wasn't

happy until I said I'd forfeit my security deposit. On Monday

evening, at 7:00 p.m., I arrived back at Stephanie's house. I had a

few personal belongings and a small suitcase with a few clothes and my

toiletries. I was wearing a cropped t-shirt, cutoff denim jeans, my

collar, and jogging shoes. No underwear. I pulled in and opened the

garage with the remote that Stephanie had given me. Her car wasn't in

the garage. I had a key to the house, but I didn't go inside. When

Stephanie arrived at 7:30 I was on my knees behind my Miata, nude,

waiting for her. When she got out of her car I crawled to her on my

belly and licked the tips of her shoes in submission. She crouched

and stroked my hair gently. I shivered with pleasure when she told me

that I was a good girl and would make an excellent slave.

We went inside then. She walked and I followed on my hands and

knees. My life as a slave had begun.

THE END?