New Life Part 1 Kitty (@hotmail.com)
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My name is/was Ashley Johnson. I am a 19 year old white female. I'm about 5' 9" tall. I have blonde hair and blue eyes.
To begin this story, you have to understand who I am. I am a recent highschool graduate, currently without a full-time job. I have always been a lesbian, and had my first relationship in Grade School. In highschool I began to fool around with domination. I myself am a submissive, and my girlfriend Lisa was a harsh Mistress in our games. I always enjoyed being tied up and completely powered over by another woman, completely in her control. It is for that reason my new life began.
Shortly after I had lost my job after highschool, I began visiting a lesbian bar downtown. I met up with a few women for one night stands, and even had some short term relationships. I remember going there some nights horny as hell, wearing high heeled boots and tight leather, just aching for a passionate encounter.
It was this night I met Her.
I stepped off the bus, enjoying the stares of a men, and even a few women, drooling over my new outfit for the night. I wore a tight, sleevless top that accented my B cup breasts, as well as a PERFECT leather skirt that would have been illegal in any other part of town. Hell, just by moving it allowed anyone a view of my thonged ass.
Getting back to what really matters, I got onto the curb and entered the bar. Normally, I would have entered to see blaring music, flashing lights, and female couples making out sensually. However, I was surprised at almost complete silence.
In the middle of the room, a small group of women were lining up, shuffling nervously. Accross the room, a larger group were up against the wall, muttering to themselves, and looking nervously at the other women lined up. Wondering what was going on, I made my way to the larger group. I saw Linda, girl I had previously "engaged" with, and quickly walked over to ask what was going on.
"Don't you know?" asked Linda, seeming genuinely surprised, "Well, I geuss you ARE new here. I thought I might see you here, you're the kind of person that might genuinely be interested in this kind of thing." Intrigued, I lifted an eyebrow, motioning for her to continue. "Remember that night when we played that game, you know, where I had you tied up and gagged on a rack. You called me Mistress and you were my slave?" I nodded. "well," Linda continued, "these are the REAL Mistresses. Every once and a while, a group of them show up, looking for women who might be interested in," she sighed, looking again at the women in the centre of the room, "permanently taking the posisition of slave." I gasped, looking over anxiously. Linda looked back at me again.
"Are you gonna try it?" she asked, seeming even more nervous, "once they have you, they keep you ya' know." I just looked at her, thinking deeply about the times I had engaged in domination. I knew some women hated it, found it horrifying and revolting, but every time I had been a slave I had had the most amazing sexual experiences of my lifetime, pain becoming pleasure and my Mistress becomming the only person that mattered. Finally, I nodded to Linda.
"I think so." I said. She gave me a quick hug, and I hurried off to the centre and got in one of the lines. I looked ahead, where the Mistresses were waiting. Two of them stood off to the side, smiling proudly. Behind them were two women, both about my age and obviously nervous. And in front of the lines, stood the last Mistress, brutaly strutinizing every women in line. Finally she got tired of women coming up to her one by one. She pushed another woman out of line, and quickly started walking down the line, her eyes scanning the gathered women. As she neared me, my breath quickened and I felt my pulse beating. Her eyes locked on mine, and she stopped in front of me, letting me see her completely.
The Mistress was white, and looked about 25 years old. She had brown hair held back in a ponytail. Her clothes consisted of tight leather pents, a leather top, leather boots that made mine seem stumpy, and gloves that came up to her elbows.
Suddenly she spoke shocking me out of my gaze. "What is your name, girl?"
"Ashley... Ashely Johnson!" I replied, surprised at the shakiness of my own voice. The Mistress looked at me once more, than finally clapped her hands loudly. Raising her voice above the crowd, she dismissed the other girls. Looking to me, she locked me in her gaze.
"From now on, I am your Mistress, and you will refer to me as such. You are absolved of all duties and family. Your new name shall by kitty. You are my property and will act as such. You will refer to yourself as kitty and not as I or Me. Any failure of these rules will result in punishment. Do you understand!?"
"Yes Mistress!" I shouted, nearly crying at the suddeness of it all.
Suddenly my cheeck burnt with pain, and I noticed the Mistress had slapped me.
"Who Understands!?" she shouted, angrily moving towards me.
"kitty understands, Mistress!" I shouted back, a tear rolling down my face.
"Good." said Mistress, as I knew she now was. In an instant her lips suddenly moved to mine, powerfully kissing me as she rubbed her body against mine. "Be a good slave," she said, parting our lips, "and you will be generously rewarded."
End of Part 1
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