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?