Straight Female / 29
I took a job in customer relations (phone center) for a large retail company. My supervisor was a 40 year old single woman who lorded it over me, and the other women working there. She had a reputation and many people thought she was a lesbian. One day after work she asked me if I wanted to get a drink, I don't drink. On another day after work she asked me if I wanted to eat Vietnamese, I couldn't say no because she knew I ate Vietnamese and I had no choice but to go. At the restaurant I excused myself for the restroom and she followed me, it was a one toilet facility but she followed me in anyways. She asked me if I wanted to go first, she pushed her pants down and sat on the toilet to pee. She got up and pulled her pants up, not trying to hide anything and told me it was my turn. I stood there and she asked me if I was ashamed of my kitty, to let her see me, she started to help me get my pants down and I hurried to sit down to pee. When I stood up again, she stopped me and looked at me, it wasn't like she was forcing me to show her everything, she just looked and asked me to show her my breasts. I told her it had gone far enough, but she reached for my blouse and she told me to show her, that she wanted a good look.
She showed me her breasts, the bathroom felt so small, we had been in there for a long time. Finally I let her open my blouse and I undid my bra strap and let her look at my breasts. She told me it was 'nice' and she let me get dressed and we went back to the table. The food was served and we ate slowly. She said I was a bit hung up, that there was nothing wrong with having T&A, I was perfect as far as she was concerned.
She asked if I was into playing, she had a boyfriend who she thought would really like me. That he was 'good' and he could take me to new places, if I was into it. I was pretty clear that I was not someone who did things for 'fun' like that. She went on to tell me that she would be there, and it would be fun, she guaranteed it, I would never regret taking a walk with her on the wild side. Nothing was going to happen that I didn't want and anything he did with me he did with her and she was OK, she just knew that when she was with him she was the woman she wanted to be, and that from time to time she met a woman that she wanted to share what she had come to enjoy.
I said no, well I said NO Thank You.
Several weeks later she came by and asked me if wanted to go get something to eat. She wanted me to meet her boyfriend, she had spoken to him about me and she felt that the least I could do is meet him, he wasn't a monster or anything like that, he was just a man who happened to like being with women. I went, he was nice enough man in his late forties, not anywhere near someone you would look at twice. She told him I was still deciding, but that she felt I wanted to get to know him, which wasn't true at all, I had never said anything like that.
We went back to his house, he showed me around and when I turned around she was taking her top off, she got down and opened his pants and started to give him a bj and held his penis out to me and told me that I should show him some respect and get down and suck him and let him know he was the man of the house. I hesitated, but she was insistent, her voice was not easy, when I got down she told me that when he looked down he wanted to see tits, to show him respect and to always give him tits when I sucked him, and to always suck him when he came into the house.
After sucking him, she showed me what he liked, she showed me how he liked his bed made, how he liked to have his towel hung in the bathroom, how he wanted his refrigerator organized, to pay attention because he was the man of the house and I needed to work hard to make sure that his clothes were folded right, that his food was prepared right, that I cleaned his bathroom right, that he would never regret taking me in to be woman in his house.
I got a list of things to do, when to do them, that she would supervise me for a while but that I had to learn to do everything right, to always show him respect. I was given a uniform to wear when I was in the house, to always keep it neat and clean and iron it every day, to keep my hair back, no jewelry, no make up, no underwear. I was told how to groom myself down there, to make sure I was always clean and fresh. During my bad time to keep myself away, to wear this other uniform of ugly cotton, to scrub by hand, and to keep my eyes down in shame.
I moved in that night, and after the hardest sex I had ever experienced I said I would do what I was told and I would respect him always. Anything to be released, anything. I slept at the foot of the bed on a mat with a small blanket, I wore my uniform and I started my life with them. I learned that they were my Mistress and my Master. I learned how to respect, how to serve, how to obey, to always keep myself fresh and available, to never deny my Master's wishes, to never deny my Mistress' wishes.
For the next four years I lived with my Mistress and Master. When the day came that my Mistress told me that it was time to go, that my Master had become bored with me, I felt my world end. Pleading did no good and I was shown the door. I have never felt so alone.
She showed me her breasts, the bathroom felt so small, we had been in there for a long time. Finally I let her open my blouse and I undid my bra strap and let her look at my breasts. She told me it was 'nice' and she let me get dressed and we went back to the table. The food was served and we ate slowly. She said I was a bit hung up, that there was nothing wrong with having T&A, I was perfect as far as she was concerned.
She asked if I was into playing, she had a boyfriend who she thought would really like me. That he was 'good' and he could take me to new places, if I was into it. I was pretty clear that I was not someone who did things for 'fun' like that. She went on to tell me that she would be there, and it would be fun, she guaranteed it, I would never regret taking a walk with her on the wild side. Nothing was going to happen that I didn't want and anything he did with me he did with her and she was OK, she just knew that when she was with him she was the woman she wanted to be, and that from time to time she met a woman that she wanted to share what she had come to enjoy.
I said no, well I said NO Thank You.
Several weeks later she came by and asked me if wanted to go get something to eat. She wanted me to meet her boyfriend, she had spoken to him about me and she felt that the least I could do is meet him, he wasn't a monster or anything like that, he was just a man who happened to like being with women. I went, he was nice enough man in his late forties, not anywhere near someone you would look at twice. She told him I was still deciding, but that she felt I wanted to get to know him, which wasn't true at all, I had never said anything like that.
We went back to his house, he showed me around and when I turned around she was taking her top off, she got down and opened his pants and started to give him a bj and held his penis out to me and told me that I should show him some respect and get down and suck him and let him know he was the man of the house. I hesitated, but she was insistent, her voice was not easy, when I got down she told me that when he looked down he wanted to see tits, to show him respect and to always give him tits when I sucked him, and to always suck him when he came into the house.
After sucking him, she showed me what he liked, she showed me how he liked his bed made, how he liked to have his towel hung in the bathroom, how he wanted his refrigerator organized, to pay attention because he was the man of the house and I needed to work hard to make sure that his clothes were folded right, that his food was prepared right, that I cleaned his bathroom right, that he would never regret taking me in to be woman in his house.
I got a list of things to do, when to do them, that she would supervise me for a while but that I had to learn to do everything right, to always show him respect. I was given a uniform to wear when I was in the house, to always keep it neat and clean and iron it every day, to keep my hair back, no jewelry, no make up, no underwear. I was told how to groom myself down there, to make sure I was always clean and fresh. During my bad time to keep myself away, to wear this other uniform of ugly cotton, to scrub by hand, and to keep my eyes down in shame.
I moved in that night, and after the hardest sex I had ever experienced I said I would do what I was told and I would respect him always. Anything to be released, anything. I slept at the foot of the bed on a mat with a small blanket, I wore my uniform and I started my life with them. I learned that they were my Mistress and my Master. I learned how to respect, how to serve, how to obey, to always keep myself fresh and available, to never deny my Master's wishes, to never deny my Mistress' wishes.
For the next four years I lived with my Mistress and Master. When the day came that my Mistress told me that it was time to go, that my Master had become bored with me, I felt my world end. Pleading did no good and I was shown the door. I have never felt so alone.
