The Domination of Samantha

       Since the age of 13, I have always had feelings of submissiveness.  I don’t know how I got these feelings or where they came from.  All I know is that I always got sexually aroused with the thoughts of being dominated.  I don’t mean simply being controlled.  I mean being totally controlled.  Humiliation was probably one of my biggest turn-ons.  I always found myself getting wet when I would watch a movie where a girl was being tied up or raped or controlled. 

       I grew up in a normal household.  My parents were very well off.  My father was a lawyer and my mother was his assistant.  I didn’t see them as much as I wanted to, but they always made sure I was well taken care of.  I grew up with two older brothers.  One was 8 years older than me and the other was 5 years older than me.  I was the baby of the family. 

       My brothers were the ones that pretty much took care of me and brought me up.  Both of them were really good looking guys and had girls over constantly.  I was always really shy with boys.  I think the reason for that was because my brothers always made fun of me or made me feel like I was a gross pig. 

       I wasn’t fat, in fact I was a little underweight all my life and as I bloomed into a young teen, I realized my breasts were developing a lot faster than most of the other girls in my class.  I got teased about it a lot by the boys in my school, which made things even worse.  I never had any friends, as all the girls hated me because I actually had an attractive figure.  The boys and my brothers teased me so much that I never took anyone serious when they would ask me out on a date.  So I normally turned them down thinking that they were only teasing me more.

       So as a loner, I became my own best friend.  I entertained myself.  I did a lot of writing and reading.  And when I would get sexually aroused, I would dominate myself.  I mean, what could a boy give me that I couldn’t give myself?  I knew which spots to touch, I knew when to slow down, and I knew how to make myself orgasm.  I could dominate myself creating voices in my head encouraging me to do things to myself a normal person wouldn’t do.

       The first time I did this to myself, it was in the middle of summer vacation.  I was lying in bed touching myself and rubbing my mound like it was going out of style.  I realized right before I was about to release my orgasm, that what I was doing every night was pretty frickin’ boring.  So that was when I created the voices in my head.

       Stop fucking yourself, you don’t deserve it bitch.

       I immediately stopped what I was doing.  Then, like a crazy schitzo, I lied there wondering how I could make this more exciting and less boring.  Then the voices started their domination. 

       My brothers were in the living room entertaining guests.  They were having a party of around 20 people from their school, most of which were girls, of course.  I was left in my room so I didn’t get in the way.

       Put on a bra and panties.  The voice was clear in my head and I knew I wanted to do what they said.  It was a strong, rough voice of a man I imagined would be tall and strong.  So I got up out of bed.  The clock on the wall said it was midnight exactly.  I put on a pair of my red, silky panties that weren’t really sexy.  They covered my butt and my sex, and a normal looking bra.  The wetness of my sex was soaking through the silk of the panties.

       Rub your clit and make it stain the panties with your thick slut goo. 

       I rubbed and right before I was about to orgasm I was interrupted by the voice again.

       STOP!  Now this is what you have to do.  You have no choice in this.  You will now walk out.  You will go through the party in your underwear.  You will be touching your pussy but you will not be rubbing it.  You will go to the kitchen and you will grab two carrots, two sodas, a piece of bread, and two hot dogs.  I felt the juices starting to flow again and the tingle in my pussy was causing a light cramp in my belly.

       “I don’t think I can do it.” I said out loud to nobody.

       You can and you will.  You are now a true slut.  You will be the slut of the town.  The only thing you will know will be to obey.  You will be humiliated and dominated all your life.  Now, since no decent boy will do that for you, I will be doing these things to you until you find one that will.  Now you will do what I say, or you will be punished.

       Really, how was a simple voice going to punish me?  It was a voice inside my head and it couldn’t harm me.

       Yes, but I am in your brain and I can control your every move.  Now go to your closet and get a wire hanger.  For some reason, I couldn’t help myself.  So I did it. 

       Lie down on the floor and lift your legs up over your head so your feet are by your ears.  I did as told.

       Now, give yourself 20 spankings for arguing with your Master.  Do it as hard as you can.   I started whipping myself, but I was holding back.  I was afraid to hurt myself too bad.

       COME ON!  That is not as hard as you can.  I know you.  I am you.  I know what your hardest is.  Do it now.  I cannot explain the excitement I was feeling at this point.  The sexual juices were forming a mucus stain in the front of my panties.

       Now, start over and do it right.  I whipped myself really hard 20 times.  I couldn’t believe what I was doing to myself.  It really did hurt and by the end, I was teary-eyed and sniffling. 

       Now are you ready to do what I asked? 

       “I cant.  I’ll get in trouble with Brian and Lucas.”

       Do you want me to double your punishment to 40 more lashes?

       “No, Sir I don’t.  But what if I get in trouble?”

       What’s the worst that could happen?  They tease you more than they already do?  They will tell mommy and daddy who don’t give a shit what happens around here?  You get grounded and cant talk to your friends?  What friends do you have?  Now, just do it and show all those people the submissive whore you are.

       He was right.  What did I have to lose?  It was something that would excite me.  Still, I was extremely nervous.  I gathered all my courage, took a deep breath and opened the door.  I felt the breeze brush against my half-naked body and the music and voices seemed a lot louder than it should have.  I took a quick look in the full-length mirror and saw the stain in the front of my panties.  I covered it with my hand.  My butt was striped with hanger prints in a bright pink and a couple of welts protruded from my skin.

       I took a deep breath and took my first step out.  I quickly started shaking.  I couldn’t believe I was going through with this.  I peaked around the corner into the living room and saw all the people dancing and laughing and having a great time.  Brian was passed out on the couch with a girl leaning up against him, also passed out.  Lucas was nowhere to be found.  I could feel my face burning a bright red as I started to walk swiftly into the room.

       Slow down, whore, let the drunks see you and admire you unless you want 60 lashes.  I slowed down.  I was actually doing it.  I was showing my body to everyone there and touching my stained spot as I walked through.

       I wasn’t in the room for more than 10 seconds when I heard a male voice.

       “Hey, look, it’s Sam.”  It was Derek, Brian’s best friend.  He walked over to me.  I could feel all eyes on my body.  I was exposing my body to everyone there and I couldn’t do anything about it now that I had already started. 

       “What the fuck are you doing little girl?”

       I blushed in embarrassment.  “I’m just getting some food to take to my room.”  My voice was shaking more than my body was. 

       “Did you know you are in your underwear?”  Derek had that drunken smile on his face.

       I looked at him as I walked holding my pussy like it was about to fall off.

       “Yes, I am aware of that.”  I blushed and continued walking wanting to get it over with.

       “Why are you in your underwear with all these people around.”  I heard a whistle from the back of the room.  I wanted to turn around but the voices told me not to.  It was better to not know who I turn on.  I searched my brain for an answer.

       “Because I live here too and I like being in my underwear.  If Brian or Lucas has a problem with it, they can talk to my parents about it.  Maybe they will find out who all was here and you will all be banned from here forever.”

       Derek stood back in confusion and defeat.  This was the party house.  There was a party here every other day.  Our parents were always gone.  They were either on vacation or on a business trip.  If my parents found out, they would hire someone to care for us.  That would be the end of the parties.

       My response was pretty clever.  Derek just stood back and let me be.  I could still feel all eyes on me.  From my peripherals I could see almost every eye on my nakedness.  It was my half-nakedness to be exact. 

It seemed like forever before I reached the fridge.  I bent over and grabbed two carrots, two hotdogs, and two sodas.  I closed the fridge.  Derek was standing right on the other side. 

“What happened to your ass, Sam?”  His face turned to an evil grin.

Be honest, or it will be 50 lashes.

“I whipped myself and it left marks.”  I almost threw up from the answer.

“Why would you do that to yourself?”

I just shrugged my shoulders.

“No really, do you like spanking yourself?”

Be honest!

“Yes, I like it, ok?  It’s really none of your business.  Leave me alone.”

Derek held his hands up in the air and backed off about six feet.  His eyes scaled me up and down. Checking out my body.  His eyes got fixated on my wet spot in front of my panties.

“What the fuck is that?”  He pointed directly at my mound.

I rolled my eyes at him.  “What do you think it is?”  I couldn’t believe I said that.

“You get off on this shit, don’t you?”  He licked his lips.

I just ignored him and grabbed two slices of bread.  I realized quickly that I wouldn’t be able to hide my juices on the way back to my room, but that was ok.  The humiliation was getting easier by the second.

“I never realized what a hot little girl you’ve become.”  I could feel Derek undress me with his eyes.  I felt fully exposed to him.

I didn’t respond to him.

Put one slice of bread inside your panties in the front and right over your pussy.  Put the other slice between your butt-cheeks.  Put the hotdogs in your mouth.  Put the carrots in you armpits.  And walk back to your room with the cokes on your nipple through your bra.

Again, I took a deep breath and pulled my panties out to allow room to put the bread in.  I could see that the juices had found themselves to the bush that had formed over the past year.  It looked like my bush was soaked.  I placed the bread in the panties and felt it squish against my clit and pussy hole.  It was soaking up the sex liquid quickly.

I reached behind and pulled the panties out again to put the other piece of bread.  Derek stood there drooling.  I reached back and forced the bread between my butt cheeks and closed the panties.  I got the two carrots and placed them, pointing down, under my armpits.  They were almost completely hidden by my arms.  I then put the two hotdogs in my mouth making sure I didn’t bite down and eat them before the voices told me to.  I picked up the two ice-cold cokes and pressed them on my nipples feeling them immediately harden and ice up. 

I started walking to my room when Derek reached over and grabbed my ass.  I turned around and kicked him dead in the balls.  He hunched over and winced in pain as he fell hard on the floor.  I leaned close to him, pulled the hotdogs out of my mouth and whispered in his ear.

“Leave me the fuck alone.”  I put the dogs back in my mouth and I walked away.  On the way to my room, I made sure I kept the cokes over my nipples.  The carrots were fully exposed under my thin elbows.

“Yeah, baby!”  “Woo Hoo!”  “Nice show, Sam!”  “Nice ass, bitch.”  “Want some of this?”  These were all things I heard on my way back to my room.  I ignored all the comments and walked right by.  What a real slut I must have looked like.  I could feel the tingle in my belly grow every second I was out there.  I was surprised I didn’t orgasm from all the attention.  The bread between my legs was getting a little soggy. 

Finally, I made it back into my room and locked the door behind me.  I heard a knock immediately after.  A male voice came through the door.

“Hey, come back out!  I will make you feel real good.”

“Leave me alone!  I just want to be left alone!”  I threatened to call the cops if they didn’t leave me alone.  The rest of the night, I was left alone in my room, but I knew that I was the talk of the party as I could hear all the kids mention my name time and again.  I just stayed quiet and let them.  The attention excited me.  It made me feel sexy and slutty at the same time.  The humiliation was intense.  It was something I would never have done on my own.

Take the bread out of your panties.  Both slices, and put them on your desk as well as the cokes. I did as told pulling out the soggy bread from the front and the squished bread from my ass. 

Put the carrot on the floor and stand on them.  I did it and felt the slight pain of standing on the hard shafts. 

Now, put both hotdogs inside of your pussy and make sure they go all the way in. it was a good thing the hotdogs were thin.  Even at that, it wasn’t easy getting them into my virgin pussy. 

Strip slut. I did as told.  Put those soaked panties in your mouth.  Stuff them all the way in.  Taste your slut fluids.

Now assume the whipping position, you are going to get punished for kicking Derek when he gave you such warm affection to your ass.  I assumed the position and took the hanger in my hand.  My ass was still a little sore from before, but the voices were right.  If I wanted to become a humiliation slut, I shouldn’t deny anybody their right to touch me.

I whipped myself 20 times, again making me tear up as I finished.  I felt the welts deepen as I rubbed my butt softly. 

Strip slut.  I took off my underwear and tossed them in the corner.  From now on, when you are in your room alone, you will strip and kneel.  You will crawl everywhere you want to go in your room.  Your place is the floor and your knees will become your feet.  The voices were really starting to take over my mind.  For some reason I couldn’t deny them.

Pull the dogs out of your cunt and put them on the soggy pieces of bread.  Then you will put one carrot in your pussy, fat end first, and the other one in your ass, fat end first.  Push them as far in as they will go without causing too much pain. 

I did as the voices said.  I pulled out the dogs and placed them on the soggy sex-soaked bread and winced as I slowly pushed the carrots in my holes.  The one in my ass seemed a lot harder to handle.

A real slut thinks about sex constantly.  Her holes should be plugged almost constantly and whenever possible.  Her mouth should be available at all times.  Her job is to tease and to please.  This is who you are and what you like to be. 

I felt like a twisted little sick girl who belonged in an insane asylum.  How crazy am I?  How could I do this not only to myself, to my reputation?  What reputation?  I am a loner.  I have no friends.  I really had nothing to lose.  What the hell?  Why shouldn’t I give myself up to my voices?  I like the way they make me feel inside.

Grab the hotdogs and a soda.  In one big drink, you will chug half that can of soda.  The suds burned the hell out of the back of my throat, and I got tears from the pain it caused.  But at least I did it.

“Damn, that hurt.”  I said hoarsely. The voice laughed.

This is to train your throat for pain.  Later on in life you will be using that throat to suck off large men.  By then, your throat will have the ability to take them all the way down.  Now kneel in front of the mirror and eat your hotdogs.  After every bite, you will say these words.  “I am a total whore and slut.”  You will get 20 lashes every time you fail to do so.

I ate the sex soaked hotdogs.  It was foul.  It tasted salty.  It was slippery with mucus from my own pussy.  I have always hated the way my juices smelled.  And now I was being forced to taste them too?  Yuck!

Get used to that taste, whore, as you will be eating almost all of your food from your ass and pussy.  You will learn to accept that taste.  The purpose of this exercise is to get you used to tasting your own sex for when a man uses your pussy and ass and then uses your mouth.  Most women gag at their own flavor.  A true slut like you wont.

I had to admit, all this talk was getting me very excited.  I believed I was the only girl in the entire world who believed this.  I was alone.  I had nobody and I was crazy.  But I couldn’t help it.  These feelings were overwhelming.

When I finished the hotdogs, I could still taste the sex in my mouth.  I was grossed out, but figured I would eventually get used to it.

Now, eat the carrots.  Its almost time for bed.

I ate the carrot from my pussy first.  Same bad taste as the hotdog only I was able to taste my juices more than the food.  Grossed out, I pulled out the carrot from my ass.  I looked at it as shit stains marked the thicker end and halfway down. 

“I… I cant do it, Sir.”  I gagged.

Plug your nose and eat that fucking carrot, or you will get 100 lashes before bed! 

I plugged my nose but gagged with every bite at just the thought of eating some of my own shit.  It even came up a little bit.

You better hold it in, bitch.  Remember, this is just part of your training.  You can do it.  You know you can.

I did it.  I actually did it.

Now, it’s time for bed.  Tonight, because it is your first night as a true slut slave, you will pull the blankets off the bed and sleep on this hard wood floor all night.  You will NOT masturbate until I tell you to.  You will not even touch yourself until you are told to.  You will sleep on the floor because that is your place.  Low to the ground is where you belong as that is your status as a slave slut. 

Tomorrow, you will wake up and shave that hairy ass pussy and ass.  A true slave hides behind no hair.  You will shave three times a week every hair under your face.  This includes your arms, armpits, body, ass, pussy, legs, and toes.  You will be completely hairless like a real slut should be.

With that said, I went to sleep beside my bed like an animal.  I didn’t sleep well thinking about how excited I was at the night’s events.

This was the beginning of my self-domination.  Later in my life, I did find a Master, but that is for later chapters.  Keep reading about the life of Samantha.  This is only the beginning of a long story about a humiliation sluts journey into a lifestyle only a few people find in their lives.

Journey Chapter 2

       I didn’t get much sleep that night.  Knowing that my place was on the floor kept me tossing and turning.  And with every move I made, I was easily reminded that I was both naked and now going to start living as a slave girl.  I heard the voices in my head all night.  They laughed with every sexual feeling I would get.  I felt like I was being watched and rated on my submissiveness.

       The sun was barely starting to peak when I decided to get up and out of bed.  My pussy was soaking wet and had a pungent stench that made me feel excited and grossed out at the same time.  I decided to rub myself a little.  I knew I wasn’t allowed to cum, but I wanted to touch down there to experience the feeling.

       What the FUCK are you doing?

       I quickly removed my hand.

       Your instructions were to not touch yourself unless I told you to.  Are you too stupid to understand that?

       I lowered my head in shame.  “Sorry, Master.”

       Ha ha ha ha, I’m your Master now?  You aren’t ready for me yet little girl.  Now grab your belt and lie on the floor and pull your legs over your head.  You will get 20 lashes at full force for your failure to follow simple instructions.

       I started walking to my closet where I had my belts…

       MY GOD GIRL!!!  When did I say it was ok to walk in this room?   You just earned 30 lashes for THAT failure.  How much is that total, whore?

       “That would be a total of 50 lashes, Sir.”  I said as I dropped to my hands and knees and made my way to the closet.  When I got to the belts, I noticed there were 3 to choose from.

       Pick that thick black leather belt with the metal holes.

       I took the belt off the rack and made my way to the foot of my bed.  I pulled my legs over my head so that my calves were by my ears. 

       Now start whipping.  After each whack, you will count it and thank me for your correction.  Now Go!

       I pulled the belt back and as hard as I could I smacked it on my ass.  It felt good.

       “One, thank you, Sir, for correcting me.”

       The first 25 hits I  pretty much enjoyed.  I felt the stinging pain which immediately turned into pleasure.  I felt and saw my pussy getting more and more wet with every strike.  I started cramping with sexual delight. 

       From that point on, the pleasure became less and less as pain was the more overwhelming feeling.  At 35, I felt my first tear roll down the side of my face.  At 40, I was grunting.  At 43, I had hit myself so hard that it took me a second to gather myself to thank Sir and count it.

       You hesitate like that again, bitch, and you will start over.

       The last seven were torture as I screamed in pain with every blow.  I almost didn’t finish.  By 50, I was crying.

       I can’t believe you actually did that to yourself. 

       “You…. Made… me… do it.”  I panted and sobbed.

       I am just a voice in your brain.  You make the ultimate decision.  I cannot harm you even if I wanted to.  I am nothing but a figment of your imagination.  You can make me disappear if you wanted to.  But something tells me you won’t.  You can’t.  You know how I make you feel and you love every second of it.  There is nothing to hide from me.  To me, you are naked all the time, even when you think you are clothed, you are naked to me.

       That comment made me think.  He was right.  I could easily make it go away if I wanted to, but I continue to choose to keep him because he makes me feel good in every way.  Mentally, sexually, and physically.  The thoughts of being naked to this person in my head scared me; but at the same time, it made me feel horny.

       When I gathered myself, I was allowed to rub my butt to feel the deep welts I had given myself.  Lucky for me, I have tough skin and the beating did not make me bleed at all. 

       Put on your white robe and nothing else and go into your mothers room.  There you will take a shower, shave your entire body, and make yourself up like a girl.  I know you are not used to being like a girl.  If you want to be a true slut slave, you will have to get the sexual attention of both men and women of all ages.  You will not succeed at the rate you have been going.

       I put on my long silk robe and tied the belt around my waist. 

       Such a beautiful feminine figure you have for a thirteen year old.  We will work on a more hourglass look later on. 

       I peaked around the corner just outside of my room.  Nobody was home except Jared who was passed out on the couch.  I crept by him and across the kitchen, down the hall and into my mom’s room.  I always loved this room.  It was huge with a king sized bed.  Mirrors were on every wall.  She had a beautiful armoire and a matching dresser.  In the far corner there were large windows and a nice vanity that every successful woman could hope for.  I made my way into the master bathroom and located her razors and shaving cream.

       Armpits, arms, hands, pussy, legs and toes will all be completely free of hair like a true slut.  Sluts always look and feel clean.

       Shaving my body made me feel really excited.  I was excited about my new life.  I was going to have a totally new look for myself.  I was becoming girly, more attention from boys and more desirable to men.  Shaving my pussy was the hardest thing to shave.  It was sticky with my own pleasure and I had to keep wiping myself.  It was relentless with its desire to drip, I didn’t know I even had that many body fluids. 

It took more than an hour for me to finish.  I couldn’t believe how much hair I actually had on my body.  I cleaned up the bathroom in disgust.

Now run a hot shower.  Grab your mother’s scrunchie, her scented soap, her shampoo, and her scrubber.

I did as told and ran a hot shower.  The feeling of the water running down my body was very sensual.  I felt clean for the first time in my life.  Femininity was overflowing from my soul.  I felt even more attractive.  I had never felt confident in my looks before this point.  I guess I just needed the voices to help me become a more confident female.  I washed myself with the scrubber and the scented soap.  The feminine smell of the soap traveled through my nostrils and to the pit of my belly.  All I could think about was how this smell would affect people around me.  I paid close attention to my sopping wet and sticky sex.  So baby soft and smooth.  The simple brush against it sent a shock of desire throughout my entire body. 

I was so used to using the cheap shampoo my brothers used and the ivory soap that I never knew the scent of being a real girl.  It was overwhelmingly pleasant.

I got out of the shower, dried myself and made my way into my mom’s room.

Go to her closet and let’s have a see at what mom has that might fit you.

I went to mom’s closet. It was huge.  My mom wasn’t much bigger than I was.  Her breasts were even smaller and she was no more than three inches taller than I was.  I didn’t have a doubt she had some clothes that would fit me.

I found a drawer in the back left corner of the closet.  It was hidden in a way.  I opened it and found several toys.  My first reaction was shock.  Then I looked again.  There were about 3 different dildo’s, all different sizes.  Some rope, handcuffs, nipple clamps (I didn’t know what these were for at the time), and a long crop.  Was my mom into this sort of stuff?  I supposed she was or she wouldn’t have it here hidden.  I was amazed.  Maybe this stuff ran in the family.  Anyway, I pulled out the smallest dildo.  It was lifelike.  It looked like a penis and it even had veins in it.  It was about 6” long and pretty thick. 

I took it and also took the rope, clamps, and the crop.  Underneath the drawer was a cabinet.  I opened it and found several pieces of clothing mom wouldn’t be caught dead in.  I found a black mini skirt with a small slit on both sides.  I also found a tight belly shirt with “Hottie” written in glitter across the chest.  I also found several pieces of lingerie and sleep wear.

Knowing that mom and dad would be gone at least a week, I cleaned out the entire thing. 

I want you to wear the black mini and belly shirt.  Look to your left.  See those heeled sandals?  You will also wear those.

I put those clothes aside and laid them out on the bed.

Now go sit yourself at the vanity.  Time to do your hair and face like the whore you are inside.

I curled my hair using mom’s small curling iron and hairspray.  I had seen mom do it several times.  It took a really long time to get the look the voices wanted me to have.  I used a pink scrunchy to tie my hair back in a ponytail.  The curls hanging down my back looked pretty good.  I was then told to pull a little hair to hang from both sides of my face and curl them.  Now I was really looking girly.  I loved it with everything I had. 

The voices then directed me to put some makeup on my face.  Again I had seen mom do several times and had a basic idea how to put makeup on. 

Pink, pink, pink.  I want everything pink.  That is the ultimate feminine color and it makes you look sexy as all hell.

I put on some pink eye shadow as I made sure I didn’t overdo it.  I brushed on some darker pink blush.  Then I found some bright pink lipstick.  I made sure to put on some light mascara and eyeliner.  I then realized just how different and beautiful I looked as I sat there naked in front of the mirror all made up and pretty.  The makeup brought out my hazel eyes.  The hair made my face stand out and my long thin neck.  The hairless body before me was glimmering in the morning sun.

I was then told to rub myself with some apricot lotion all over my entire body. 

Your body smell is the most important part of being a slut.  You must be enticing to every sense.  You shaved your body so you would be soft to the touch.  You did your hair and makeup so that you would be pleasant to the eye.  You will wear perfume and body lotions all over your body so that you will smell nice.  You wear lipstick so that you will taste good when you are kissed.  When you speak you will speak in the softest possible voice so that you sound submissive, nice, and sexy all at the same time.  You are turning out to be an awesome whore and slut.

I sprayed on some of my mom’s expensive perfume and overdid it a little.

That’s good because it will take longer to wear off slut.

I was ordered to put on the clothes I picked out.  I wanted to look for a bra and panties when I suddenly caught myself.

Did I pick out a bra and panties for you to wear whore? 

“No, Sir, you didn’t.”  I said.

Then you will not wear panties or a bra.  You really are stupid.  It’s a good thing I showed up or you would be retarded within a month.  Now dress in what I picked out.  NOW or get punished.

It didn’t take long to put on the mini skirt and tee shirt.  The skirt went about halfway between my hips and knees.  Not too short not too long.  The slits up the sides went up about another inch exposing a little more skin.  Being shaven and naked underneath was turning me on, big time.  I could feel the air brushing against my sex as I walked around checking myself out in the mirror.  I was actually pretty hott.

Get your credit card that mom and dad left for you along with your cash and call a taxi to come and get you to take you to the mall.  You will use your moms small purse to carry your cards and cash along with a pair of panties in it.

I did as told.  Jared was still crashed out on the sofa snoring loud.  He would be out for several hours still.  I left him a note.  “I went to the mall for school shopping.  I’ll be back later.”

The taxi arrived at 10:30am.  I felt some extremely busy butterflies dancing around in my belly.  I almost stopped myself from actually going through with it when the voices cut in.

Your choices are either to go or get 50 hard lashes for chickening out. 

I was shaking the entire way to the taxi.  I sat inside like I normally do and immediately felt a cold breeze between my now soft smooth thighs.  Noticing that I was exposing myself to this strange man I quickly crossed my legs.

That’s a good girl, very ladylike.  But uncross your legs but keep those knees together instead.

I immediately followed the instructions.

“Where to little lady?”  The cab driver said in a friendly voice.

“Baywood mall please?”

“You got it.”  And with that said he made his way toward the mall.

“So, you going school shopping today, hunny?”

Speak in a soft, friendly, and sexy voice, slut or you will get 10 lashes for every failed word.

“Yes, sir, I sure am.”  My voice shook a little at the end as I heard myself.

“The mall is very busy these days.  What grade are you in little girl?”  He looked in his rearview mirror and smiled.

“Ninth grade.”

“Aw, first year in high school.  I remember those days.”  The rest of the trip consisted of small talk and I never received a sign that he wanted me in any sexual way.

You must not have acted sexy enough, bitch.  That will be 5 lashes for every time you get no sexual reaction from men.

I arrived at the mall and paid the fare.  “Thank you, Sir.”  I tipped him ten dollars.

“Thank you missy, just call and ask for Jimmy and I will be happy to come and pick you up darlin’”  He said with a deviant smile.  I saw his eyes roll down toward the “hottie” that was written across my breasts and then lower to my exposed flat belly.

Ok, there’s a reaction.  What a good whore you are turning out to be. 

“I sure will, sir, have a nice day.”

“You too.”

I made it inside and I couldn’t believe the eyes that followed me around.  I mean both men and boys of all ages were following me with their eyes.  Some even followed me around.  I wasn’t used to all the attention and I felt my head getting hot in embarrassment. 

Your clothes will be very specific.  You will pick only one pair of tight jeans.  You will pick out at least 10 mini skirts of all different kinds.  All your tops will be halter, strapless, or spaghetti.  You will buy several different colors of tights and pantyhose.  You will wear high heels and only high heels, no exceptions.  For your underwear, you will choose several colors of thongs.  You will pick one bra and it must be white and lacy. 

I made it to all the stores and picked out everything the voices chose for me.  By the time I was finished I was getting used to the looks that people were giving me.  Nobody recognized me from school at all.  I was hungry by the time I was done.  I made my way to the food court and I ordered myself a hotdog and fries along with a small coke.

Take your food and go to the ladies room.

I did.

Take out the panties from your purse.  Put the hotdog inside that soaking pussy of yours.

I did and felt like I was ready to cum by the single push inside.

The bun will be put on your pussy lips and the fries will be put in your ass crack.  Put the straw to your soda between your pussy lips.  You will then put the panties on to keep everything in place and call for Jimmy to pick you up.  You will eat this food at home.

Every step I made got me closer to orgasm.  I was going cross-eyed and my knees were shaking in pure ecstasy.  I carried my bags to the front and Jimmy showed up in no time.

       “Well hey there sweetheart.”  Jimmy said happily.

       “Hello, sir.”  I said happily and softly.

       He helped me load my bags into the car and opened the door for me.  I heard a squish when I sat down as my sex was soaking into the hot dog bun.  I made sure I didn’t cross my legs as Sir didn’t like it.

       “Did you find everything you wanted?”  Jimmy smiled.

       “Yes, Sir, I sure did.”

       It was mostly more small the rest of the way as I acted interested in what he had to say.  If I  wanted to become a real whore, I would have to learn to act like the people around me are so much more interesting than I was.

       I got home and my brother was up and about.  He had to look at me twice to recognize me.

       “What the fuck are you wearing?”  He practically screamed.

       “Clothes.”  I said simply and smiled as I passed by.

       Be nice!

       “You can’t go around town looking like a little whore.  What the hell is the matter with you?”  He looked more concerned than angry.

       “I think its about time I became more feminine and ladylike.  If you don’t like it, take it up with mom and dad.”

       With that said, I went to my room and locked the door behind me.  I quickly dropped to my knees and stripped.  The hot dog bun was soggy with my pussy liquid.  The fries were wilted and still warm.  I took out the straw and smelt my dirty sex all over it.  I then reached in and pulled out the now filthy hot dog from my pulsating pussy.

       Put the food on the tile in your closet floor and mash the food together with your feet. 

       I did as told.  I mashed the food together as best I could until the bread and fries looked almost the same and the hotdog was in bite-sized pieces. 

       Now take a huge chug of your soda.

       Tears ran down my face from the burning acid down my throat.

       Good girl.  Now I want you to pee a little bit into the cup.

       This took me some time to do.  It was a disgusting act.  Would I actually have to drink some of my own piss?  This is going too far. 

       Do it or I will leave.  This is a very important part of your training, slut.  If you can’t handle the taste of your own piss, you will never be able to suck a dick without gagging on the piss.

       Not knowing any better I did it.  I actually managed to get some pee into the soda.  I closed the soda and pushed in the filthy straw.  I got down on my hands and knees and ate my sex soaked lunch.  I gagged a little bit here and there when I would smell my juices.  But in the end, I was able to keep it all down.

       I was proud of myself.  I was on my way to becoming who I dream to become.  A real sex slave.  Tomorrow I am going to look online for someone who might be able to help me.

Chapter 3

What A Day

       I woke up with a headache.  It was dark in my closet and the small confinement reeked of sex and pee. Hard to believe that such a rancid stench could come from such a beautiful girl.  Makes you feel a little dirty and ugly, doesn’t it?  I agreed.

       Now grab your belt.  It’s time for your early morning beating.  Every morning, you will start your day off with a full body self-beating followed by a tease session.  If you are good today, you will be allowed to cum.

       I grabbed my belt.  Lean against the wall and hug your knees.  You will spank each foot hard 20 times.  Then you will straighten your legs and spank your shins 20 times.  Then you will spank your knees, thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, and neck.  You will give yourself 20 on each part and if they are not hard enough, we will start over.  After you spank your neck, you will slap yourself 20 times on each cheek.  Then you may whip your pussy 20 times.  After you are finished with that, you will get on your knees and whip the soles of your feet, calves, back thighs, ass, lower and upper back.  Now get started.

       My head was pounding but so was my sex.  I felt the fluids flow as I began my beating.  Each strike created a painful sting that immediately traveled to the pit of my stomach and tingled my vagina causing it to flow uncontrollably.  I was starting to tear up by the time I got to my breasts.  My nose was running when I started.

       Do not wipe your tears or your snot.  In the mornings, you are a dirty whore.  In private, you are a filthy slut.  You will not even wipe your snot off your face.  Now strike!

       The first five strikes on my left breast was pure pain.  My breasts were still developing and they were very sensitive.  It was still dark in my closet so I couldn’t see if it was marking my skin, but by the time I was finished whipping my breasts, I was pouting silently and gasping with every strike.  It was hard letting the snot run down my face and over my lips.  It dripped down between my breasts.  My tears were drying down the sides of my face.  How was I able to endure this?  How was I able to abuse myself in this manner? 

       It’s the sexual satisfaction you get by pleasing me and lowering yourself that keeps you going little cunt.  The voice was right.  Every hit made me horny and that pleasure overtook any pain I was feeling.  It only made me want more.

       As I whipped my mound, I realized just how sensitive I was down there.  I wasn’t able to hit myself too hard, but if I did it too soft, I would feel the need to masturbate.  Harder, slut.  As I struck harder, I felt the pain travel all over my body like a full body vibrator.  As the strikes hit me, I could hear the squish of soaked sex splatter on the belt. 

       Horny cunt likes it too much, the last 5 strikes will be very hard as punishment.

I cocked back and hmmmffed every time.  My pussy was sore by the time I was done.  I sat there in pain.

       Why are you waiting?  On your knees and start the back end.

       As I moved myself to my knees, I could feel my skin stretching.  It felt like I had a mild sunburn.  Snot was dripping onto the tile floor in my closet.  I continued to spank myself harder on my back body parts as they were not as sensitive.

       Slapping my face was harder than I thought it would be.  I kept catching myself holding back.  Hold back one more time, slut, and I will make you use the belt on that pretty face.  Follow through on your slaps.  Make it hurt.  I did it.  I actually gave myself a full body whipping.  I knelt back on my heels and wallowed in my own pain for a couple of minutes.

       Every morning, you will remind yourself of your submissiveness with a full body beating.  Letting you know that your body and mind no longer belong to you.  Now, I haven’t gotten a thank you yet.  Shall we start over and double the whipping?

       “Thank you, Sir, for my morning beating.  It is a reminder of my natural submissiveness and servitude.  It is a reminder of my loss of control over my own mind and body.”

       The voice laughed loudly in my head.  Open the closet door, cunt.

       The sun was just coming out and the room was a little cold.  The voices told me to look at my beaten body in the mirror.  I really had done a job on myself.  My makeup had run down the sides of my face, snot dried down my upper lip and some on my chin.  My entire body had red stripes and my smooth mound was bright pink and glistening in the morning sunlight.

       Such a perfect cunt you have.  Someday a lucky master will have that cunt for his pleasure.  Are you ready for your morning walk?  For today’s walk, you will wear a black belly shirt, a tight black mini skirt, and your black 4” heels.  You will weave your way up your street, down the next street, and up the next street.  Then you will weave your way back home.  Today we will practice your slut walk, your whore walk, and your bitch walk.

       I took out the clothes and set them on my bed.  I started to dress when the voices cut me off.

       How could you go outside looking like a dirty tramp?  You need to clean yourself up.  You need to shower, makeup, perfume, the works.  What the fuck were you thinking?  Nobody wants a dirty, sloppy whore.  You really are fucking stupid. 

       I slapped myself and made my way to the bathroom when I realized I was still naked.  I turned to grab a robe…  No, go naked, it’s only across the hall, chances are nobody will see you anyway. 

       I argued with myself for a little while.  I would probably get in trouble if I get caught doing it.  But was it worth it for the thrill?  What’s the worst that could happen?  Chances were that if one of my brothers caught me, they would be embarrassed just as much as I would be.  The voices persuaded me to suck in a deep breath and just do it.

       I creaked open my door and looked up and down the hall.  I could hear bottles being thrown in the kitchen trash.  I swung open my door and ran across into the bathroom.  I quickly shut the door behind me and felt my whole body turn red.  I couldn’t believe I actually did it. There was only one problem.  I forgot my stupid towel.  The voices laughed hard in my ears.  The only thing in the bathroom was a small hand towel.  I guess I would have to use that to hide my parts as I went back to my room.

       I showered.  I made sure that I used all the soaps and shampoos that I had bought the day before.  I had to be appetizing to every sense.  Still wet and dripping, I used the small towel to hide my sex.  I crossed one arm across my breasts and peaked out the door.  No noise, no person was around.  I swung the door open and immediately felt my stomach turn with anticipation as I stepped out. 

       Halfway across, Brian jumped out around the corner yelling, “Raaaghhh.”  He was trying to scare me and he sure as hell did.  I screamed and jumped back dropping my arms and the small towel.  I stood there naked in front of my brother.  I froze for about a second before darting into my room as Brian stood in the hall with a stunned look on his face.  His eyes said it all.  He was embarrassed.  He was totally freaked out. 

       It took me some time to recover from the incident.  I stood against my locked door.  My stomach was turning.  I was almost ready to cry.  And I was starting to shake.  The voices were giggling nonstop in my head.

       You did it, honey.  Great job!  You shouldn’t ever be ashamed of your nudity or your body for that matter.  You are a hottie.  You are beautiful.  You will use this beauty to please men and women who get the pleasure of meeting you.  You will provide a service to everybody wanting and needing you. God made you this way.  It is his intention to use you for this reason.  Ok, now it’s time to get ready for your walk little girl.

       I was still having a hard time getting used to the tight clothes.  I put on the skirt and felt a tingle on both the inside and outside of my sex.  Just the thought of having no panties was turning me on.  Knowing that there was a clear view to my pussy just underneath this skirt was making my knees weaken.  Knowing that if I lift my legs too high, my butt will be exposed behind me was turning me on just as much.  The shirt was so tight, my hard nipples created little divits in the cotton material.  I sat at my mirror and made myself up with pink make-up.  I curled my hair and put on large loop earrings. 

       I stood up and checked myself out in the mirror.  I was actually turned on by my own image staring back at me.  I looked like a porn star stripper slut.  Not a single curve of my thin body was hidden.  My belly was exposed and most of my legs were shining in the sunlight.  Other than what was showing, I wore nothing else.  That made me weak in the knees as well.

       You like what you see, don’t you bitch?  I nodded.

       I never realized how constraining heels were until I put them on.  My toes were forced to point downward. And my ankles were forced to strain to stay up on them and to keep my balance.  I looked at myself again and noticed the difference it made to my legs and butt.  My butt became firm from the muscles straining to keep my balance.  My legs were more shaped from the muscle strain to stay on my toes.  I looked like a tramp and I loved myself.  It was the first time in my life I was able to say that I was hot.  It felt great and made me feel like I was worth a look.

       You have taken a long time already.  Time to go for your walk, whore.  Let’s go, cunt.

       I started making my way to the front door when Brian stopped me.

       “Um, Sam, I am so sorry…”  He stopped in his tracks and looked me up and down.  “What… Why are you dressed like that, Sam?”  He looked concerned.

       “I like it, Brian, I like to look girly and attractive.”  Ask him if you look nice.  “Do you think I look good?”

       “I’m just not used to seeing you like that.  I mean, you are only thirteen.  You shouldn’t dress like that.  People will think you are a whore or something.”  He was sincere.  We always got along great and he always understood me.

       “I’m not going to tell you how to dress, ok?  I’m just saying that if you go out like that, you might give the wrong impression…”  Yes, just what you really want, right?  “I just don’t want you to get a reputation.”  He sat down on the couch and took a deep breath.

       “Please tell me you are still a virgin.”

       I rolled my eyes and smiled.  “Yes, Brian, I am still a virgin.  I don’t plan on having sex for a while.”  But you intend to make men and women want you to have sex with them.  Ha ha ha. 

       “Promise me you will be careful?”

       “I promise, Brian.  I am not worried and you shouldn’t be either.”  I felt totally exposed to him.  I felt naked standing there dressed like a slut with no underwear.

       “Ok, well, where are you going?”

       “For a walk, I’ll be back later.  Don’t worry, I’ll be ok.”

       I knew as I left out the front door that he was really worried about me.  It made me feel strange but a little more grown up at the same time.  I couldn’t believe he actually didn’t force me to stay inside and lock me in my room.  I guess he was getting used the fact that I was growing up too.

       The warm sun heated my bare skin like it had never done before.  It sent shivers all through my body with every step I took.  The warm breeze softly brushing on my pubic mound and the nerve endings on my nipples made me shiver with sexual delight.  I made my way to the sidewalk and started walking toward the corner.

       For the first block, you will practice your bitch walk.  A bitch is a fucking stuck-up, too good to talk to me, girl.  You will walk noisily, with power, like you have a vendetta against the sidewalk and to let people know you are arriving.  Your knees will rub with every step because a bitch is a hottie who gives it up to nobody.  Her cunt is closed to the world.  It is too good for any man.  A bitch walks with her back straight and her head held high in confidence.  She knows she drives men crazy and she likes the attention but gets off on denying them any pleasure.  The reason you will be practicing the bitch attitude is because some men get off on the hard to get girl.  If you are to provide real pleasure for all men, you must provide them their fantasy and their needs.

       Walking like a bitch wasn’t easy.  I noticed some of the neighbors staring as I passed by.  My breasts bounced with every hard step and the jiggling was completely visible to anybody who laid eyes on them. I stomped as loudly as possible.  It felt good walking with power and confidence while at the same time feeling exposed and hiding practically nothing.  I didn’t look at anybody staring as I passed right by them. 

By the time I made myself around to the next block, my toes were feeling a little pain from the strain and the stomping.  I made my way up the next street and felt a trickle of pussy juice drip down my clit and toward my butt hole.  With no panties to soak it up, I started to get concerned.

Just leave it.  I like it.  If it drips down your leg, let it drip and dry there.  A dirty slut is always ready for sex by keeping herself wet and ready for sex at all times.  You will never be ashamed of your pussy lube.  You create that for a sexual reason. 

Now it’s time for your slut walk.  A slut walks with her chest out and nipples pointed in the direction you are walking.  Your hands are constantly playing and adjusting your hair.  You will rub your hips occasionally to bring attention to your hips and ass.  Your shoulders will be a bit forward to press your breasts closer together to make them more appealing.  You will place one foot in front of the other to make your hips sway.  This will also make you twist your waist a little and make your breasts shift from side to side in a sexual manner.  You will keep your head facing forward and you will make eye contact with everybody that looks at you.  You will look over your shoulder at them and smile a deviant sexy smile. 

About three houses down, Gilbert, a boy from my school was out in the yard cutting his lawn.  He stopped the motor and from my peripherals, I saw him face me as I walked passed.  When I was next to him, I turned my head and smiled while blushing at the same time at him. 

“Damn, girl, is that you Sam?”  He smiled back.

I just blushed and walked on.  I was shaking and my nerves sent a chill up my spine.  I was being the slut I was born to be.

Walking with one foot in front of the other was a little harder.  My balance was sacrificed and my legs were getting tired. 

Towards the end of the street, Mr. Johnson was sitting on his front porch with his snobby wife.  I looked over my shoulder at him and almost shied away from smiling but I managed a fake seducing smile.  Mrs. Johnson wasn’t too happy about it.

“She used to be such a good girl.  Now look at her.  Just like all the other teenagers.”  That was all I heard.  But she did go off about my slutty look.

I turned the corner and felt a trickle of sex juice dripping down my inner thigh.  I noticed my mound was soaked. 

A car passed by slowly as I turned the corner and a college prep boy stuck his head out the window with a loud smile.

“How much, whore!”  The whole care laughed as they sped off. 

The reputation starts.  Very nice.

Now, you will practice your whore walk.  A whore is a used cunt.  She walks with her legs a little more spread out.  Her hands are constantly rubbing her body.  She sticks her tits out to entice men.  She exaggerates the sway in her walk.  She makes little noise with her heels as she is constantly wearing them.  She says hello to everybody that looks at her and gives a seducing smile at the same time.  A whore never blushes and enjoys the attention men and women give her.

This street was dead and I thanked God that I didn’t have to say hi to anybody.  Rubbing my body made my juices overlap itself with excitement.  My pussy was pulsating with desire and need of pleasure.  The liquid was now dripping down almost to my knees.  A new trickle had started on the other leg as well.  My feet were starting to hurt from the heels. 

At the end of the street, I turned around and the voices made me show my slut walk back to the end I started at.  The next street, I displayed my bitch walk as Mrs. Johnson just gasped and stormed inside.  Mr. Johnson just sat and scaled me up and down.

“STOP STARING YOU DAMN PEDOPHILE!”  she screamed at him loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. 

He walked inside after giving me one last look.

Gilbert was waiting for me on his new cut lawn.

A bitch shows no interest in any person sexually.  You will act fake friendly.  A fake smile and you will put your nose up in the air and walk on.

“Hey, Sam.  When did you change your look.  I like it.”  He scaled me up and down.  I had never been looked at like that before.  It was very pleasing and made me feel attractive and pleasing to the eyes. 

“Yesterday,”  I gave him my fakest smile as I continued to walk loudly on my cramping legs and painful feet.

“Can I call you sometime?  Maybe we can do something sometime.”  He was drooling all over himself.  I just smiled fake and shrugged my shoulders.

“You know where I live, Gil.  Maybe.”  I walked to the end of the street with his eyes fixated on my bitch walk.

Finally up my street, I displayed my whore walk.  Nobody said anything, but I got looks from several neighbors.  I tried my hardest to say hi, but I couldn’t bring myself to actually do it.

I went back to my room, and locked the door behind me.  I stripped and dropped to my knees.

Ok, you did alright.  Every day, you will make that walk until you have the walks perfected.  I didn’t like the fact that you didn’t say hi to anybody on your own street at the end.  But I will let it go this time because you are still learning.  Now, I know you are hungry and thirsty.  Put on your robe and get yourself some food.  The rest of the day, you will find people online looking for a young slut slave.  You will be allowed to masturbate later.  If you will be allowed to cum, I guess you will see.

Next chapter will give details of my next steps into my slavery.  This chapter will not take as long to post.