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Lez Slave
BY JYM gj@sprynet.com

F/F, D/s, spank, Bnd -

- 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 dressed, 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. There were
one or two that I met that seemed different and were, but in the
end turned out not to be what I wanted. My college experience
boiled down to two things: I got a good education and it wasn't
quite as bad as high school.

After graduation, I got 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. The company was
small, but well-run and the products they developed were good
and sold well. I participated in the 401k and by the time I'm 30
I should be in good financial shape. I'm 26 now, but 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. I guess I should
describe myself. My hair is very pale blonde, turning almost
white in the summer after I've been out in the sun a few times.
I'm 5'6", slender, and fairly pretty. I weigh 115 pounds and
measure 34b-23-34. My slim, sleek legs are my best feature. I
have green eyes and freckles. Stephanie, who's 28, is a manager
at one of our best customers. She's tall, just over 5'10", and
very athletic. She has long brown hair, hazel eyes, and a
beautiful olive complexion. With her bright eyes and bold
features, 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?