The Discovery of My Submissiveness

       All night long I could hear the party going on outside my room.  I was hoping and praying that my brothers wouldn’t try to come inside my room and find me naked in my closet.  Luckily, they didn’t.  I didn’t sleep much as my closet was a bit cold and I wasn’t really used to sleeping on the floor with no pillow.  Eventually, I got sleepy enough to fall into sleep.  All I could dream about was being a slut and changing my image.  What would the kids at school think of me?  Maybe I would become popular finally.

       I woke up a few hours later and I was able to see the sunlight beneath the door in my closet.  I looked around the room looking for the voice to return as if it was a true being that existed outside of my head.  It was nowhere to be found.  I was too scared to do anything on my own but lying there was getting difficult.  I could feel the wetness between my legs as my belly tickled in my horniness. 

       Good morning slut.

       “Good morning, Master.”  I responded to nothing.

       Are you ready for your second day of training to be a sex slut slave?

       “Yes, Master, I am excited.”  The truth was that I was nervous and excited at the same time.

       Good.  Now you know your brothers are off at work now and the house is all yours, right?  You will be able to be a whore all day in the house until they come back.  So let’s get started.  First thing I want you to do is rub your pussy until you are ready to cum.  You will beg to cum.

       I started rubbing my clit slowly.  It didn’t take long for me to get close to orgasm.  I started breathing heavier as I asked permission to finish.  “Master, May I cum now?”

       NO!  Now stop fucking yourself.  I just wanted you excited sexually because it will allow me to order you to do more things you normally wouldn’t do.  Now, first thing I want you to do is grab a belt. 

       I fumbled around the dark closet until I found one of my leather belts.

       Now, every morning you will start your day like this.  You will rub yourself until you are ready to orgasm and stop.  Then spank yourself to remind you of your place as a slave in training.  Today is your first so I will take it easy on you as long as you do as I say.  First you will give yourself ten hard spankings to the backs of your thighs.  You will do this as hard as you can handle.  I want ten on each leg.  When you are finished you will thank me and give yourself ten on each butt cheek. 

       I knelt down and found the position I would need to be in to reach back and spank myself.  The entire house was completely silent except for the loud slap of the belt as it hit the back of my thighs.  It stung, but it didn’t cause a whole lot of pain.  The pain in my thighs was gone by the time I started on my butt.  Again it stung, but it didn’t hurt.  It was enough to wake me up and put me back in the mood for submitting.

       Very good, in time you will be able to do it harder.  Now I want you to kneel back on your heels with your toes pointing back and get your thighs in the front.  When you are done with that, you will get each breast ten times also.  Now hurry because we have a lot to do today.  We are turning this innocent little girl into a real slut slave today.

       I repeated the spankings on the front of my thighs.  I thanked my Master and moved to my breasts.  My nipples were sticking out because it was a little chilly and I was a little excited too.  Spanking my breasts proved to be a little harder than I thought it would be.  I wanted to do it hard, but my budding breasts were sensitive.  So every strike caused a shooting pain to each of my shoulders and my upper back.  Eventually, I was able to finish my morning spanking.  I made it.

       Good girl.  Tomorrow we will add a pussy spanking to your morning routine.  Now because nobody is home, you will crawl around the house all morning until you start dressing for our shopping trip.  First I want you go make your way to the bathroom.  I want you to take a shower.  I know you don’t have any girly soaps or shampoos, we will work on that today.  But you will use some of your mother’s perfume before we leave.  First get in the shower and make yourself clean.  A real slut smells and looks clean all the time.  You must be pleasant to all the senses.  You will be shaved smooth at all times.  So that pussy, your armpits and your legs will be smooth at all times.  You will shave them consistently.  You will douche your pussy so it always smells pretty.  You will smell nice at all times, you will look nice at all times.  And finally, you will taste nice with some of your lipstick you will buy today.  Now get started.

       Crawling around the house was surprisingly more exciting than I though.  I could feel the open air brushing against my naked skin as nothing of me was hidden from view.  I got in the shower and washed my entire body.  I made sure not to miss a single inch of myself.  I had never shaved my sex before but I managed to use my razor to shave off the thin hair I had down there.  I then shaved my legs and my armpits.  When I stepped out of the shower, I dropped to my knees without being told to do so because I really liked being close to the ground.  It reminded me of my status as a slave slut. 

       After drying myself, I went to my mom’s room and found some perfume that smelt nice and fruity.  I sprayed it around my neck and my belly and each of my wrists.

       Don’t you forget to spray your armpits, your titties, your ass and your pussy, slut.

       I sprayed where the voice was telling me to.  It burned like hell when I sprayed my sex.  I forgot that it would do that  after a shave.  I fanned it while the pain faded.

       Good girl, now you look hot with no hair.  You look clean and totally fuckable.  Now crawl back into your room and lets get dressed for our trip.  We need to hurry so we can catch the bus to the mall.

       I went to my room.  The voice had me searching my closet and my drawers for an outfit that suited my new status as a whore.  He picked out a summer dress that was pretty thin but long.  It went down just below my knees.  I put it one and then was told to put on some short socks and a pair of keds.  I had to find a small purse from my moms closet and put my cash and my credit card into it.

       I stood in the mirror and adored myself for a few minutes before leaving to catch the bus.  Every time I did this, I realized just how pretty I really was.  I liked my long dark hair.  It was healthy and shiny and straight.  My body was thin and shapeless, but it looked pleasing to the eye.  For the first time in my life, I found myself comparable to the pretty girls in school who got all the boyfriends.

       Ok, hottie, let’s make that bus.

       I walked outside and immediately felt the warm sun on my skin.  The dress wasn’t see through, thank god, but it was thin enough to allow the breeze to remind me that I was naked under it.  I had never left the house without wearing underwear and the thought alone was getting me excited.  I shut the door behind me and locked it shut.  I was actually going to do this.  I walked down the street and around the corner where the bus stop was.  There was an old man sitting on the bench waiting.

       Sit down next the old man, smile at him.  Do not cross your legs, but keep your knees touching.  Old men like good, innocent girls.

       I walked over to the man.  He looked up from his book and smiled at me.  I smiled back and sat myself on the other side of the bench.  The man lowered his book.

       “I bet I know where you’re going.”  He said dryly.

       I simply looked at him blankly with a subtle smile on my face.

       “You must be going to the mall.  Meeting friends?”

       Speak honestly, slut.  Tell him that you have no friends.

       “I…I don’t really have any friends.  I’m going to shop for some things.”

       “No friends?  That’s odd.  A nice girl like you should have a ton of friends.  My granddaughter is about your age.  All she ever wants to do is go to the mall and be with her friends.”  He looked concerned about my social abilities.

       “Well, at school, I’m sort of like the nerd girl.  I read a lot and spend most of my time alone.  I talk to other kids, but I can’t call them friends.”  It was hard looking at him while I spoke.

       Look at you, all naked under that thin fabric talking to an old man.  See, sluts are appealing to everyone. 

       That thought caused the butterflies to dance in my belly and made me feel a little hot and bothered.  I could picture the voice smiling as I smiled back at the man.

       “Well, you seem like a nice girl.  It’s their loss.”

       Just then, the bus arrived.  I reached into my purse for the dollar to ride it.  The man softly grasped my wrist.  “No, my lady, a nice girl like you doesn’t pay for a simple bus ride.  I’ll get you.” 

       You better thank the man for his generosity. 

       “Why thank you, sir.  That is very nice of you.”  I gave him a warm smile as I followed him on the bus.

       See, slut, pretty whores pay for nothing.  You are well on your way to being a good slut.

       There were only a few people on the bus as I made my way toward the back.  I sat right behind the man who so kindly paid for my bus ride. 

       Good girl.  Now scoot yourself to the window in the far corner where nobody could see you.

       I scooted over to the side so my shoulder was brushing up against the window.

       Now reach up under your skirt and start rubbing that sweet virgin pussy of yours.  You will stop again right before you cum.

       In silence I complained to the voice in my head.  “I can’t do that.  What if he turns around and sees me.  It would be embarrassing.  I can’t.”

       He is too much into his book to notice you doing anything slut.  And keep yourself aware.  If you see his head move like he is planning on turning around, you simply stop and adjust your dress.  If you get caught, it will be your own fault for not paying attention.  You can do it, and you will do it, and I guarantee, you will like it.

       I slowly lifted my skirt.  I watched the man on the bus in front of me like a hawk.  I was able to get my fingers under the dress as I started rubbing my damp sex up and down.  My hands were shaking as my nerves were going berserk.  Before long, I was feeling the pulsating sensation of pure heaven fill my belly.  I heard myself gasp for air as I masturbated on the bus.  I couldn’t believe I was enjoying this so much and that I was actually doing it.  Just as I gasped for air I saw the man move quickly to turn around and see me.  I didn’t know I could move so fast as I quickly pulled down my dress and adjusted myself on the seat. 

       “Are you ok back there?”  The man asked.  He seemed so nice.

       Suck that wet finger clean, whore while you talk to that man.

       I put my finger in my mouth and nervously looked at the man.  I nodded my head to let him know I was fine.

       “You seem a little flushed, are you feeling ok?”

       Better think of a good lie, whore.

       “I’m ok, I just lost my breath for a second.  I get nervous on the bus.”  I blushed as I told the lie.

       “Well, don’t worry little girl.  We will be there soon.”  He turned back around to read his book.

       He seems like a very nice man.  You better get his name before you get off.

       Just then, the bus made the stop at the main entrance of the mall.  I stood up and adjusted my dress.  I grabbed my purse and stepped to the aisle.  As I passed the man I turned and faced him.

       “I’m sorry, sir, you have been so nice to me and I don’t even know your name.”  I smiled as I reached out to shake his hand.

       The man smiled happily and he took my hand.  He took a soft hold of my fingers so that my knuckles were fully exposed.  He pulled on my hand and kissed the top.  I wanted to pull away and panic, but the voice kept me calm.  “My name, young lady, is Brian.  It has been a pleasure.”

       “My name is Laura.  The pleasure has been all mine.  Thanks again, sir.”  I smiled and bowed and walked off the bus.

       I will bet you left that old fucker with the biggest hard on he’s had without Viagra.  You played that perfectly.  Like a real slut.  See, old men love young girls with the respect and dignity you showed him.  Where in the hell did you learn that?

       “My mom taught me to be ladylike when I was little.  She taught me how to speak to people with respect and be kind.”

       Awesome job, cunt, now let’s get started on some shopping.  This is going to be so much fun.

       My first stop was at the shoe store. 

       Sluts and tramps and bimbos like you wear heels all the time.  You will buy yourself a bunch of pairs today.  Wearing heels will give you more shapely legs and ass.  It will also improve your feminine posture.  If you start wearing heels now, by the time you’re 20, you will have the sexiest legs and finest ass in town.  Trust me.  The higher the heel, the better.  I know you don’t know how to walk in them yet.  We will practice later.

       I walked inside the store and was immediately greeted by an older woman.

       “Hello, what can I help you with today?”  She had a huge fake smile on her wrinkled face.

       “I want to buy some high heels.”  I said nervously.

       The woman showed me to the section of the store where there were several styles of heels.  I picked out several different heights and different colors.  I bought some sandals of all colors also. 

       Since you’re here, you might as well buy some hose.  Get all kinds.  Regular, thigh highs, fishnet, and tights of all different colors.  Sexy bitches like you wear hose because it gives you a more professional look which is pleasing to some men’s eyes.

       I added the hose to my bill and paid cash for my shoes.  It was a bit pricey, but I had plenty of money that I had saved up for so long.

       Next stop was a small cheap jewelry shop.  Here I purchased several different pairs of jewelry.  I bought big ring earrings of different styles and colors.  I bought some little girly rings, anklets and bracelets and some cheap necklaces and chokers.  The voice had me purchase a big make-up kit and several different colors of lipstick.  I also bought about five bottles of perfume and some body washes and deodorant.   Some eyeliner and mascara of different colors ended my trip to this store.

       My next stop was a department store.

       This is my favorite stop.  Here we will buy you clothes to match your dirty slut personality.

       I made my way to the juniors section and realized exactly how many slutty clothes were available.  I picked out several short skirts.  I found some really short, pleated, cotton skirts that showed half my thighs when I tried them on.  I bought several different colors of that style.  I bought some short denim skirts that were really tight and rode up on me when I walked and sat down.  The voice really liked those.  I then picked out some knee high stockings to go with some of the skirts.  I found some really tight belly shirts and tank tops to match also.  I picked out several tight spandex skirts and some really sexy mini dresses.  I even found some wrap around skirts and short schoolgirl skirts.  The voice in my head made me buy some sexy lacy thongs and some matching bras.  This proved to be my biggest bill.  I had enough in cash so I wouldn’t have to use my prepaid credit card. 

       I then had too many bags to be carrying around with me so I walked all my bags to the front of the mall where I would be able to leave my bags for pick up later.  The security guard simply took my bags and gave me a tag so I could claim the bags later.

       Now I believe you have everything you need to start off as a teenage slut.  Does it feel nice walking around with no undies and only a thin piece of cloth covering that hot body of yours?

       I had to agree.  The entire time I was shopping, I would get a sudden feeling in my sex.  Something like a tingling.  It was triggered by the thought that I was completely naked under my dress.  The dampness of my sex was at that time was smeared on my inner thighs.  Was I actually dripping in my pleasure?

       Last stop will be the groomers, slut.  You will get yourself a slut haircut first.  You will ask for a trim of that long hair.  You will ask for a tight perm.  Curly hair gives you a more whorish look.  It gives guys the impression that you take a lot of time to make yourself beautiful.  Trust me, men appreciate the look of a well groomed girl.  You will buy hair products to maintain your perm.

       The haircut and the perm took a long time to finish, but I was amazed at how different I looked in a perm.  I looked like a totally different girl.  I had to admit.  I looked even prettier than I ever thought I would. 

       Now you will have them give you a pedicure and a manicure.  You will have them paint your nails pink, both the toes and the fingers.  You will get fake nails ½ inch long, also.

       It felt nice getting my nails done.  They looked really nice when they were finished.  The lady told me that they would wear after a couple of weeks and I should return to keep them maintained.  I agreed and left the salon happy with my new look.  It was about 3pm when I was finally ready to leave the mall.  I claimed my bags and walked out to the bus stop.  On my way there, I noticed that boys and men were looking at me and checking me out.  It was a nice feeling to know that I was being noticed.  I felt pretty and my confidence level skyrocketed.  I sat on the bench with a big smile and desire dancing in my sex.

       Once the bus arrived, I made my way to the back of the bus with all my bags.  They were pretty heavy.  I was able to find an empty seat at the back of the bus.  My bags buried me in the corner against the window.

       You really need me to tell you what to do, slut?  You’re not that stupid.

       The bus was a little more full on my way back toward my house.  There was an older woman sitting across the aisle from me, but she couldn’t see me hiding behind my bags.  I slowly lifted my dress up so I would be able to reach my sex easier.  I started to gently rub my throbbing and soaked clit up and down and in little circles.  I could hear the mucus splat from time to time as I rubbed.  It excited me knowing that I was debasing myself in a public bus.  Before too long, I could feel the pulsating pleasure fill my sex and my belly.  I started holding my breath.  I didn’t think I could stop.  I wanted to cum so badly.

       You better stop before you finish yourself, little girl.  If you cum, I will leave and never return and you will never get to live out those twisted fantasies of yours.

       I stopped rubbing myself.  I was so close that I felt a huge lump in the back of my throat which caused me to start crying a little.

       You must learn that your pleasure comes last.  If you are going to become a real sex slave, you will have to learn to give more than you receive.  If your Master finishes before you, you will stop and if you don’t cum in that time, too fuckin’ bad.  You must learn that your pleasure comes from serving and sacrifice.

       “It’s like I have no rights as a human being, then?”  I said to myself in my head.

       Your purpose is to please.  Consider yourself an object of pure pleasure.  You do have rights.  You have the right to quit right now and never go through with this.  But I know deep inside you want this.  You have the right to choose who your Master is.  After that, your Master will decide what rights you are entitled to.  For now, I will be that Master.

       The bus stopped at my corner.  I quickly stood up, adjusted my dress, grabbed my bags, and exited the bus.  My sex juice was dripping down the inner part of my thighs.  Every step I took caused a cool breeze through my dress and it was obvious in my head that I was wet down there.

       I struggled to haul my bags up the hill to my house.  I stopped to rest a second as my arms were getting tired.

       God, you stupid girl.  Don’t stop.  A slave’s work is never done and she deserves no rest.  You have a job to do, no do it and don’t stop you lazy whore!

       I picked up the bags and hauled them all the way to my house.  Nobody was home yet.  My arms were tired from carrying all the bags.

       Since nobody is home, you will strip right here outside the front door before you unlock it and walk in.  Once inside, you will carry your bags to your room.  You will then drop to your hands and knees and crawl back outside to fetch your dress, socks and shoes.

       My nerves started shaking my entire body.  What if someone saw me naked and told my brother that I was outside naked? 

       You ARE a slut.  So your image will be changing.  If someone sees you, good.  You’re a hot little teenage slut.

       I dropped the bags as I approached the door.  My entire body was shaking as I quickly unbuttoned my dress and let it drop to the concrete floor on the front porch.  I then kicked off each of my shoes.  I lifted each foot and took off my socks and immediately found the keys and unlocked the door.  I quickly grabbed my bags and ran inside the house to my room.  I dropped the bags and dropped to my knees.  The front door was wide open.  I could see the house across the street from the end of the hallway as I crawled toward the door. 

Just as I got to the opening, my neighbor across the street stepped outside and sat on a chair on his porch.  I panicked and shut the door.  I took a deep breath hoping and praying that he didn’t see me naked and crawling.

What the fuck do you think you’re doing, cunt?  Are you deliberately disobeying me?  I said, crawl outside and get your dirty fucking clothes.  I don’t give a shit if anybody sees your naked ass.  You want them to see you.  You know you want them to see your naked body.  It turns you on doesn’t it?  This fear you have is more about getting in trouble than being seen.  If you are approached about it, tell them that it’s your house and they should mind their own business.

The voice was right.  I had to push myself to do this.  I really did want them to see me naked.  I couldn’t really explain why I wanted it.  I just did.  I took a deep breath and held it in as I opened the door and crawled outside.  I didn’t even look to see if John was looking at me or not.  I crawled to my clothes, quickly picked them all up and jumped back inside. 

Once inside, I had to find out if I was seen.  I was curious.  I crawled to the window and peeped out the bottom corner.  John was leaning forward in his chair.  His mouth was wide open as he stared at my front door.  Maybe he didn’t recognize me with my new perm and look, but I was sure he saw me naked and crawling.

To be continued.