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Innocence Passing

By: Ms_Vyxyn



Author's note ~ this story contains a diversity of sexual tastes, including: anal, lesbian, gay, BDSM, and group scenes, among others. If any of these flavors offend you, please move on to somewhere else. This is the first thing I've ever written and I hope some of you will enjoy it. 

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My name is Veronica Fallon. I am eighteen years old and have lived a very sheltered, innocent life in the small castle of my father. That small world has grown beyond imagining thanks to my divine Mistress. This tale is a tribute of love and gratitude to her.

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I grew up quietly, somewhat isolated and alone compared to most girls I'd seen. My mother died when I was just an infant, and as a result, I didn't have any brothers or sisters. The few other children in our castle had to work daily, as they were able to, so I had no playmates at home. Since I was rarely allowed in the village I'd made no friends there either. I was fairly content though, with my books, my art supplies, my pretty dolls, and my nature hikes throughout father's large estate. It had thus far been a pleasant life, but a narrow one. 

A variety of handmaidens and tutors raised me, but they showed little interest in my welfare and education, other than the minimum required to maintain their positions within my father's manor. Father has many land-holdings in this realm, and spends almost all of his time traveling throughout his properties or scouting new ones to acquire. I see him quite rarely. He is a solemn man, paying me scant attention when home, but always seeing that I have new books and things with which to amuse myself, and fine, newly made clothes to wear. The various women who raised me were neither kind nor unkind to me, but rather indifferent. I've learned academics well enough from them but next to nothing about the grace and sexuality of womanhood. I kept all my questions and silent yearnings locked secretly inside my heart...until recently.

The land and age in which I live considers a female a child until the age of eighteen, and thus treats her as such in every aspect. Her innocence is protected this way, but her knowledge and growth are limited as well. 

Upon her eighteenth birthday a girl is 'given' to a Mistress, chosen by her parents, to be taught the ways of being a woman. She becomes the property of this Mistress until the Mistress decides her slave/student has fully become a woman, deserving the title of 'Mistress' for herself. If the Mistress happens to fall in love with the girl she may keep her indefinitely, using her in any and all ways she might desire. Should the girl become too insolent, or otherwise troublesome, the Mistress may punish her in any way she sees fit. Usually, restraint or occasional beatings will suffice to keep the girl properly servile, but if not, the Mistress is free to sell her or to give her away. A good Mistress may also choose to reward her slave's efforts at learning subservience, obedience, and the high art of femininity. 

I've read tales of evil, abusive mistresses, and of wonderful, caring ones, of spoiled, impudent slaves, and of eagerly submissive ones. My own Mistress has now owned me since my birthday four months ago, and is among the very best; much better in fact than I could have hoped for. 

My time with Mistress began with a letter from Father on the morning of my big day. It read, Happy birthday Princess Veronica. I last saw you as an innocent, young girl and I will only see you again when you have perchance become a true woman. As you know, I've chosen a Mistress to become your new owner as of today. She will arrive this morning by carriage to gather you and your things and return to her distant estate, known as Deepwood Manor. I will have no further contact with you unless she chooses to release you someday as a free woman. I expect you to maintain honor of the name 'Fallon' by doing your best to please her and to learn from her. I wish you all the best on your journey to womanhood. Warm regards, Father.

Although I did indeed know well of the vast changes in store for me on this day, his words made it suddenly all too real in my heart. I felt a contrasting mixture of longing curiosity, tense excitement, and deep foreboding. I was fearful of so much newness but eager for it as well. I was almost breathless with a strange, conflicted type of anticipation.

I soon heard the clatter of hooves on the cobblestones below and peeked out my high window to see the woman of my destined future, the one who would own and control me forthwith from this day. She stepped confidently down from the carriage in her tight, black leather boots, which ran all the way up inside her short, matching skirt. Her light auburn hair cascaded around the shoulders of her open, ankle-length, black calfskin long-coat. She looked so beautifully imposing that I felt my stomach quiver and twist with mixed emotions. She all but ignored the waiting servants as she boldly climbed the wide, stone steps, and entered my childhood refuge. I felt that childhood slipping quickly away.

My room was in the top of the castle tower, several stories up, which made me have to strain at my cracked door to hear the voices below. I was waiting to be summoned by my father's staff, when instead, I heard the murmured voices cease, replaced with the echo of the Lady's boots as she began to rise the spiral staircase to my private quarters. My emotions were suddenly no longer ambiguous. Only fear reverberated inside my chest now, the thumping of my heart keeping nearly perfect time with her authoritative footsteps.

She entered without knocking and didn't say a word. I felt quite intimidated, and merely gazed at her in humbled awe. She brazenly looked me up and down for a long moment before her frown turned to a steely smile. She introduced herself, her voice dripping with molten ice, her face a mask of stone, "I am Mistress Kathryn, your new keeper. From this day forward, you will do exactly as I command. To show your understanding of this fact, and your compliance to it, you will begin by kneeling down and kissing my boots."

Eager to do well, I responded meekly, "Yes ma'am," and swiftly knelt down in front of her. I then bent lower, with my face all the way to the cold floor, and kissed every inch of her sinister looking boots. How incredibly embarrassing, I thought, not for the last time.

Her voice softened slightly, "Very good Veronica. If you always respond so obediently, you will become quite a delicious little plaything to me, and eventually a woman of grace and charm in your own right. Now rise and let us be off." I followed her, my head bowed down timidly. I stole a quick glance at the warm, soft comfort of my childhood room, wondering if I might ever see it again.

My handmaiden was to have packed only my clothing and jewelry for use in my new internment. It was apparent I would not need, nor be allowed, my precious books or other entertainments. By the time Mistress led me down to the shiny, black carriage, my now former servants had already loaded and lashed my trunks to it. We left without a word spoken to, or from, my father's staff. The sky darkened with gathering clouds as we set off. I imagined they smelled like the strong leather aroma emanating from my Mistress in black.

My new owner simply stared coolly at me for the first few miles, like the mere possession I had just become. I looked more fully upon her beauty and saw the epitome of 'woman' within her. Her shining green eyes held a complexity I couldn't begin to fathom. She emanated a timeless kind of beauty, making it hard to determine her age. I guessed she was about ten or twelve years older than I was. She was calm, cool, and collected, but I could still somehow see the burning passion beneath her icy exterior. The fear remained in my heart, but I now also felt a moistening desire much lower my body. I shivered from both. 

Finally satisfied that she'd seen what she had sought to know of me, she nodded and reached into a pocket of her long coat. She produced a heavy, padded, black leather collar, and held it open towards me. Instinctively, as if I had expected it, I lifted my long, fire-blond hair and humbly bent forward to receive the daunting device around my neck.

Mistress Kathryn tilted her head back slightly, looking down her perfect nose at me. She began to speak; her voice stern and commanding to show she was, and will henceforth be, in complete control. "You are to remain wearing this collar, this symbol of your servitude, at all times unless bathing or wearing a necklace I've chosen for you to wear instead. You are to address me only as; 'Mistress,' 'Milady,' 'Madame,' 'Ma'am,' or 'Goddess,' and you must then wait for my acknowledgement before speaking further. You are to obey my each and every command to the best of your ability. I will perhaps reward you for showing proper subservience, and I will most definitely punish your lack of it. I will teach you the art of being a woman and I expect you to express your growing femininity as much as possible. You are to make yourself as pretty as you can for me, and especially in my favorite colors for you—'virgin white' or 'baby-doll pink'." She then added with a leering expression, "You will forget your silly notions of what is right and wrong, or good and bad. I alone will make those distinctions for you until you've been adequately educated."

I was captured by her powerful aura as she spoke. She seemed the very quintessence of true, pure womanhood, but she somehow possessed a rather masculine quality as well. She radiated an unusual, smoldering sexuality all her own. I was already becoming entranced with her.

The pale shadows gradually deepened and lengthened on our long ride. Mistress used the time to include further details of my future with her. "Most of my orders to you will serve a useful purpose towards your education, but some may also be just to enhance your submission to me. Still others may even be simply for my own amusement. Whatever the reason, they are never yours to question or deny. I will sometimes bind you in ropes, or shackles and chains, beat you for no apparent reason, or use your body in any sordid manner that suits me. I'll see that you're fed properly, to maintain your health and your firm, tantalizing figure. From me you will learn the secrets of skin-care, hair-care, cosmetics, and other feminine body maintenances. I will teach you the refined social graces necessary for when I eventually allow you to interact with others of my choosing. Together we'll explore every facet of your barely imagined sexuality. As it expands, and you eventually lose your girlish inhibitions, you'll learn how to seduce and enchant any man or woman you might desire. As my slave, my property, my sexual toy, your willful ego will be broken and then slowly reformed as a richer, stronger aspect of yourself. The only real choice you will have in any of this will be how difficult and painful you make it by resisting me, or by clinging to your childish fears, or, how easy and pleasurable you choose it to be instead. You will know you're on the right path when you are able to view and face your fears, and your pains, as the true gifts that they are. Either way you are mine and you will indeed learn from the wisdom of my teachings, however long it may take. It would be to your great advantage, my dear, to consider this a privilege and an honor." 

Mistress paused, hinted at a smile, and then stunned me by adding, "You are the prettiest little morsel I have ever seen, and that if you are an apt, obedient pupil, all my friends would soon be lusting for your delights." Hearing this, my heart skipped several beats and I could suddenly smell my damp panties permeating the confines of our moving parlor. 

For the last several miles of our journey, I was lost in a dreamy haze of things to come, only shaken from it when I noticed that we'd finally stopped moving. Mistress Kathryn immediately demanded that I remove my shoes, dress, and under garments, and leave them in the carriage. She then produced a pair of stout leather wrist cuffs that matched my collar, buckled them to my wrists, clipped them securely behind my back, and then attached a chained dog leash to my collar. I had never felt so exposed, vulnerable and frightened before! 

Mistress opened the door and eased fluidly to the ground, giving my leash a light tug as she turned. I stepped awkwardly and shakily from her buggy, the chill evening air a glaring reminder of my nudity. As my eyes rose they opened wide to the sight of what appeared to be over thirty servants lining both sides of the steps leading up to Milady's grand, stone mansion—all looking directly at my helpless nudity. A hot wave of humiliation passed from my head to my toes and back again. A few of the women and girls giggled, men smiled, two stable boys winked, and the large, handsome horseman next to me grunted in lascivious approval. After they'd all received a good, long eyeful of my bare, reddening flesh, Mistress made an announcement, "Behold my new slave-girl. Her name is Veronica Fallon. However, she is only to be called slave by any of you needing to address her directly. I expect you to treat her no better or worse than any of my household pets." Mistress then bade me follow her into her vast abode—and into my new life.

Leading me by my leash, my Mistress gave me a brief tour of the main areas of her extraordinary mansion. Wide halls opened to large, high-ceilinged rooms. Each was decorated with sensual simplicity, the masculine stone and woodworks balanced well by soft fabrics, lush houseplants, erotic artwork, and glowing candlelight. Various pleasant smells floated throughout each area. Lovely, flowery aromas in one room blended gently into exotic, spicy scents in others. The subtle richness of it all felt almost majestic, yet warmly comfortable as well. 

I followed closely as she took me upstairs and into her personal suite. It was more lavishly ornamented, with silk, satin, and felt tapestries, plush furnishings, and fluffy pillows all around. Only her bed seemed somewhat out-of-place. Tall posts supported heavy wooden beams high above the bedding, with iron eyebolts protruding every foot or so. Black leather covered a wide, heavily padded, waist-high footboard. Mistress pulled aside a large curtain on the wall beside the bed, revealing many pegs draped with varying lengths of ropes and chains. I finally grasped the connection between the eyebolts and their placement on the bed frame—she could restrain my body in any number of immodest positions, each more mortifying than the last. Mistress opened another curtain on the other side and it showed a vast assortment of paddles, whips, floggers and riding crops. I shuddered to think of her using them on my soft behind! 

Mistress Kathryn showed me a small bed against the far wall from hers, plump with pink satin and surrounded by delicate chiffon netting. She said I would sleep here unless she had use for me in her own—or in someone else's bed. A door near my bed opened to a room-sized closet, where soon, her servants would neatly place all my pretty clothes. Another led to a huge, tiled bathroom with an enormous sunken tub and a steaming waterfall shower. A wall-rack held bottles and bottles of rare, scented oils. She told me they came from all over the world. There were small groupings of candles placed here and there, casting a soft, warm ambience about the space. Here is where I would begin each day from now on. These two rooms would be my main classrooms for a while.

Back inside her chamber, Mistress pulled a hanging, woven fabric rope. Somewhere in the depths of her vast abode, unheard by us, a bell rang, summoning a servant to come attend her needs. A pretty girl, my age or slightly older, soon entered saying, "Yes Milady?" She was petite, with small features, and had thick layers of dark hair falling to her waist. Her smoky blue eyes held a calm, sultry intensity. She radiated pure and potent sexuality, and I was immediately drawn to her.

Mistress clearly defined our respective rolls as she introduced her to me. "This enticing seductress before you is named Simone. She will serve as your own personal handmaiden from now on. She will bathe you daily and attend to you in other ways each day, as needed—but only from my directions, never from yours. I'm sure I needn't remind you that you are nothing but a mere slave now, and as such, you are beneath everyone and may give orders to no one at all...not even to my hounds in fact."

I nodded my understanding as she turned to Simone and continued, "And this, Simone, is the former Princess Veronica. I acquired her this very morning, stripped her of her illustrious title, and reduced her to the lowest status of subordination. I trust you will behave yourself with her in my absences." 

"But of course I will Madame, even though she looks to be quite a hard delicacy to resist." Simone stated, glancing at me sideways through half-lidded eyes, and licking her plump, sensuous lips. "I only hope you'll consider me for any, err...special lessons she may have need of." Simone then turned more fully my way and greeted me with a curtsy and a sly grin, "Very nice to meet you Missy—I mean—slave Veronica." 

I felt awkwardly flattered and gave her a warm thank you. Mistress dismissed her and ordered me to quickly freshen up before dinner.

When I re-entered her chamber, my owner was smoothing a long, dark crimson, velvet gown on her bed. After removing my leash but leaving my collar in place, she held the garment up, and told me to get dressed. As I slipped into the gown she said that others would put my clothes away while we dined. I felt elegant in the fine gown (with nothing on underneath) and even more so as I slid a new pair of sexy, black heels onto my feet. 

I followed Mistress to the dining room, and then sat across from her as we ate. She observed me closely, apparently gauging my table manners and my gracefulness with her fine china. "I'll be watching you throughout the next few days," she finally said, "to determine in which areas you'll require the most education. Now little Miss, I want you to tell me all about your sex-life before I arrived to claim you.

Her abruptness caught me off guard and I nearly choked on my dessert! I stammered and blushed deeply as I replied, "W... well Ma'am, I, um, don't really know much about sex. No one ever talked to me about it and my library hadn't any books on the subject, other than archaic medical journals. I suppose all I actually know about...those things, is what little I've gleaned from sneaking peeks through cracked doors in my father's castle. I've seen chambermaids a few times, kissing or touching each other's naked bodies. Other times, I've caught glimpses of them with male servants moving on top of them. Once I even watched secretly as two of our stable boys made love together in an unused outbuilding—now that one took my breath away! Sometimes after watching those scenes, later, alone in my bed, I'd imagine their entwined bodies while touching myself. Anyway, aside from making my own...um, muffin feel good, I know very little about how things actually work." 

Madame Kathryn just smiled wickedly as she licked a dab of cherry cream from her finger.

After a long pull from her mug of wine my keeper replied, "Hmm, just as well that you're basically ignorant about sex little girl—less falsehoods we'll have to work through. Now, the first thing you should know is that a woman's sexuality is the most deeply profound part of her femininity. It lies at the very core of her 'magic'. Your own sexual growth will be most essential to your overall development. Your lessons in that area will bring delights you could never have imagined, sensations you'd never dreamed were possible. They will eventually give you the ability to drive any man or woman insane with pleasure. Oh, and by the way, it's commonly referred to as a 'pussy' or a 'cunt', not as a 'muffin'. The sooner you give up your prudish sensibilities, the sooner you'll adjust to your new adventure here." 


Innocence Passing



She licked her lips seductively and told me to rest well tonight, so that I would be an alert and apt student tomorrow. I squirmed and squeezed my thighs together as I thanked her. "Yes Milady. I'm honored and grateful for the chance to learn from your wisdom and experience, and...I think my body is ready too." She just laughed and led me from our finished meal.

 We returned to her luxuriant bedchamber and Mistress told me to dress for bed. I found all my things arranged nicely in my closet and picked out a lacey, pink-flowered nightie with matching panties. My owner wore a black sateen teddy and a matching shawl that draped sexily down her backside. My arousal was stirring yet again.

Mistress Kathryn reclined casually upon her bed-pillows and beckoned me forth to her. When I got to her bedside she lifted a long, lovely leg, and presented me her foot. She said, "Now my sweet little slave-girl, I require something to relax me for sleep. You will worship my feet with those pouty, innocent looking lips, and lick them thoroughly with your pink little tongue. I expect your full adoration." 

"Yes My Goddess," I replied, "Thank you for allowing this humble girl such a savory treat". I knelt beside her bed, lifting her dainty foot tentatively to my face. I kissed it tenderly at first, stroking it with my nose and cheeks. I was amazed how quickly I became stimulated by this act of such total submission to a woman whom I'd only met this very day—such was her hypnotic allure. I felt the cool tickling of my body's juices dripping down my inner thighs. I began licking the inside of her arch and between her tiny toes, which made my sex flow even more. My hand moved of it's own volition towards the damp crevice between my legs, but Mistress immediately and firmly removed it and slapped it before it got there. 

"You slave, are not allowed to touch yourself there unless given my prior permission! That pussy belongs to me now, and no one touches it, at any time, without my saying so. Is that understood?"

"Yes Ma'am," I cried, "My muf—my pussy belongs to you, and only you may decide what's done with it." She grunted acceptance and wiggled her toes back into my mouth. I kissed, licked, and suckled her feet, first one, then the other, until she let out a long, blissful sigh. Rather than feeling abused by her domination over me by making me suck her feet, I felt quite deprived when she ordered me to stop. 

She sent me to bed with a stern reminder that I was not to touch my aching pussy. I whimpered a pathetic "Goodnight Milady," and crawled into the softness of my new bed. Sleep was long in coming because of all the visions in my mind and the endless yearnings of my body. At last, I dreamt of my Goddess.

I was roused way too early from a vague dream of several sets of anonymous hands caressing my body. When I opened my eyes, I heard Mistress Kathryn's voice say softly, "Rise my sweet angel, your journey truly begins today and there is much you've yet to be taught." I stretched, yawned, and placed my feet on the floor, awaiting her next command. She gestured to a small table in an alcove surrounded by windows and said, "There are coffee, juices, pastries, and fruits for you to enjoy while I bathe." Her own handmaiden, a beautiful, demure-looking, oriental woman accompanied my owner to her bath. I barely tasted my breakfast as I tried to assuage my nervousness about what this day might bring.

Simone was called after I'd eaten, and came wearing a long silk robe of red and violet. I took off my nightie, followed her into the bathroom, and eased down the steps into the deep, bubbly bath. As the warmth encircled and floated my breasts, Simone dropped her robe and entered the tub from the other end, holding a small basket safe from the water while she waded toward me. Smiling and looking seductively into my eyes, she placed her hand on my head and gently dunked me beneath the bubbles. Neither of us spoke as she slowly, sensuously washed my hair and cleansed my skin. She did nothing sexual but her soft touch felt quite intimate to me anyways and I became very wet, inside, as well as out. The lewd, impish grin never left her face.

Once she'd thoroughly washed every part of my body she asked me to sit on the edge of the tub. She then rubbed thick, spicy-scented oil into my skin and brought a straight razor from her basket. Simone slowly, carefully shaved my legs, underarms, and even my frightened pubis, making me smooth as a young schoolgirl all over, while the oil softened my skin like that of a baby. It was absolutely delightful and I couldn't help but to give her a girlish sigh of appreciation.

Simone dried me, gathered her things, and gave me another sweet smile as she left me to finish on my own. I gave her a timid smile back and moved to brush my teeth. Still naked, I left the bathroom to find Mistress waiting.

"You look delicious my pretty little damsel, good enough to eat in fact." Mistress grinned, "Now that you've been primped it's time you were properly polished." She pointed to a small desk-like table between two windows saying, "I had this make-up table built especially for you my dear. Its attached looking glass, as well as the tall one near the bathroom, came from far across the great sea, and at great expense to me. I have no real need of mirrors because my handmaiden does my make up. Simone will eventually do yours as well, but not until you've learned to do your own. The comfort of this table will help facilitate your efforts. It's also meant as a welcome gesture, to show you that I can be giving to a worthy slave. I expect you to prove yourself worthy." She smiled coyly and beckoned me to sit.

"Thank you Madame, it's very nice and I do already wish to be the best slave I can for you. I've never worn make up before but am happy to if it pleases you." I sat before the looking glass with sunlight from the tall windows bathing my face. Mistress applied various powders and crèmes to me, saying that she would do it quickly today but from tomorrow on I should pay close attention, so as to learn the process myself. Before long she was done with my make up and brushed my now sun-dried hair as I gazed at my transformed face. The colors were soft, subtle and well blended, but enhanced my features surprisingly. I felt so pretty and so much more like a grown woman already.

Mistress told me to put on a short, swishy dress and tall heels so I could practice moving like a sexy woman rather than 'a clumsy adolescent'. I put on a thin, pale pink, gauzy halter-dress with a short flared skirt at the waist. Some pearly white thigh-high stockings, a pink topaz necklace and pink, four-inch pumps completed my ensemble. She smiled, nodded her approval, and led me down and out to the long, stone patio running along the rear of her house. I followed, trying to walk with as much confidence as her, but still feeling awkward and clumsy. To achieve her refined gracefulness, I would have to try very hard indeed.

No one was on the patio, but a couple of the tanned gardeners worked nearby, pruning the hedges, bushes, and small fruit trees. Gazing at me with obvious, lingering lust, their handsome smiles made me blush. The younger of the two was very cute and wore only a pair of tight-fitting shorts, showing off his sleek form and prominent pelvic bulge. His attraction to me gave me a rather lusty feeling myself!

Mistress Kathryn cleared her throat, expressing her disapproval, and the men went back to work. "Now my pretty", she began, "You will observe closely as I stroll to the other end and back, noting my posture, stride, and pacing. Pay particular attention to the subtle accents I use to project my female sensuality. A slight wiggle, turn, or bend at the right moment can have a powerful affect on someone." She strode very lady-like, but with a hint of feline seduction, to the far balcony bench-wall and back again. I softly sighed in admiration of her grace and animated feminine sex appeal as she returned. I felt a slight moistening in my panties too.

"Now it's your turn young lady. Just think of moving calmly, casually and smoothly to start with. The finer touches will come later." She sat on a long, marble bench to watch her student. I took a breath and cleared my thoughts before stepping forth.

While following my owner's path, I tried to picture myself as an elegant, sophisticated princess. I imagined I was entering a grand ball, dressed in a most lovely, iridescent, white lame' gown flowing all around my legs as I made my way past the noble guests. That fantasy helped give me just enough poise that I didn't stumble in my precarious heels. I returned to Milady, looking hopefully to her for approval.

She said I'd done fairly well, 'for a young girl', but that I had far yet to go if I wished to emanate true feminine enticement in my walk. The leering glances of the gardeners suggested otherwise, but of course I dared not say so. 

For the rest of the morning Mistress pointed out my mistakes, gave me more detailed instructions, and made me practice until my poor little feet were aching terribly. Although I'd tried my best, she said I could have done better, and that I'd be punished accordingly later. All I could say was, "Yes Mistress".

I was sent to the kitchen to claim a quick meal, which would be waiting for me to eat there, then I was to come find my owner in the dining hall. From the cooks I was given a portion of roasted goose, a bowl of spiced broth, a small wedge of cheese and a tiny loaf of heavy, dark bread. I enjoyed it quickly but thoroughly after my active morning. A stout cup of wine washed it all down before I left the warm, cozy smelling kitchen.

Mistress had me sit on the floor next to her chair while she dined on a more complex meal. She verbalized her actions to make note of the few table manners she thought I yet lacked. I sat and watched her obediently, saying, "Yes Ma'am" at the appropriate times throughout my lesson. 

When she'd finished and a servant had cleared her dishes, she gave my new orders, "This concludes your dining etiquette lesson for today. Now go find Simone, who awaits you in our bathroom, freshen up, and put on some lingerie that makes you feel sexy. Then you are to wait patiently for me on the floor next to my bed. I have a bit of business to attend to and don't know how long I'll be. Go now my innocent little slave."

With weary feet I climbed the long staircase to our bedchamber and gladly took off my pretty, but rather painful shoes. I wondered what all else my keeper had in mind for me yet today. I wondered if my impending punishment would be in the form of a spanking. I'd never in my life been spanked and couldn't imagine it being at all a pleasant experience. If I was to be spanked, I hoped that it would at least be over quickly. How naïve I was then!

I stripped off the rest of my clothing and went to Simone. She again smiled fondly at me, took my hand and led me to the steaming waterfall shower in the far corner. I stood for a long, soothing moment beneath the cascading warmth before she gently pulled me back out from it. I forgot my yearning for more of the massaging waves when I felt Simone's soft hands roaming my wet body, covering it with jasmine-scented soap and teasing my senses. Once my skin was slick with the soap, she slowly lathered me with a fluffy, cotton pad. Her touches alone made me feel dreamy and tingly, and I was unable to stifle a small moan when her deft fingers slid high between my legs, both front and back. She barely giggled as she taunted my holes another few seconds, slipping ever so slightly inside and making me shiver with needful delight. Before I swooned altogether, she nudged me back into the shower to rinse.

Simone tenderly dried my squeaky-clean skin. She paused before drying my breasts; blowing on my nipples and making them jut out embarrassingly. She enjoyed the affects she had on my body and seemed to get pleasure from teasing me to get those reactions. Apparently knowing she shouldn't push her limits too far, she restrained herself as she smoothed my curves with flowery-fragranced oil. Her eye held a mischievous glint as she flashed me a final smile from beneath her dark mane. I smiled back rather flirtatiously before she took her leave.

As per my owners command, I went to my closet and perused the section with my dainty under things for something extra sexy to wear. I finally selected a pastel lavender chemise, made of the finest silk and trimmed with delicate white lace. It hugged my body snugly and ended high on my thighs, barely concealing the private place in-between them. I caressed my breasts and torso through the exquisitely smooth material, feeling deliciously sexy indeed. I added lacy stockings to my long legs and matching gloves to my arms to enhance my girlish feeling even more. I skipped the high heels this time. Instead, I chose a pair of dainty satin ballerina slippers—much more comfortable on my aching tootsies. My heavy leather collar, removed as usual for bathing, went on last. It stood in stark contrast to the rest of my ultra-feminine apparel, but made me feel sexy in a different manner than all the soft, frilly feminine attire. It aroused me in the increasingly familiar way one can only come to know through submissive surrender to another. The fresh moisture in my panties reminded me that I was starting to appreciate being the property of such a strong, exciting woman. 

Finding a sturdy pillow on the floor beside Milady's bed, I sat and rubbed my sore feet. I thought about all the sudden changes to my previously privileged, easy life, and tried to fathom just how and why my body now became stimulated by the mere idea of being a 'sex-slave', to be used (or abused) at someone else's will. All I could determine was that my status somehow made me perceive my femininity on a deeper, more acute level. Surrendering my will to Mistress Kathryn heightened my sense of vulnerability, which in turn enhanced my feelings of fragile delicacy. That made me feel like such a precious young lass, and led to my wanting to be even more submissive. It all seemed to go together and keep me in a perpetual state of wetness and longing. I wondered when the growing need between my legs might be allowed relief!

Looking around the room as I waited, I noticed the curtained recesses on the walls, and I remembered the ropes, chains and instruments of pain behind them. An odd mixture of apprehension and excitement stirred my curiosity. I'd rarely seen such things before, and surely had never seen any in use on people. My desire to examine them more closely overcame my sense of caution. I listened for any sounds beyond the door. Hearing none, I took a chance to sneak another quick peek at the tools Mistress planned to hurt me with. 

There was quite an assortment of sinister, wicked-looking implements hanging on the rack. Various whips of all sizes and thicknesses hung at one end—buggy whips, signal whips, stock whips, snake whips, and even a couple of huge, very intimidating bullwhips. The other end held all manner of paddles, razor-strops, and belt-like leather straps. In between were floggers of every size and weight, cats-o-nine-tails, and assorted rattan canes. My pert, little rump could almost feel the heat from the evil collection. I heard the door open and gulped in renewed fear, as I knew I'd now certainly taste the tool's bites soon enough!

"Well, well, well," said Mistress Kathryn in an accusing voice. "I see from your direct disobedience that you just can't wait for a sound beating! I had planned to make only a token effort at spanking you today, but now I must deliver the full force to those sweet cheeks of yours." She grabbed my wrist harshly and pulled me toward a low, cushioned stool. Sitting on it with her knees together, she pulled me down over her lap, lifted my skirt, and yanked down my panties. In that humiliating, helpless position I felt like such a frail little girl...and such a deliciously naughty one at that. I held perfectly still in breathless expectation. 

Mistress delivered the stern point of her domination over me with a solid smack to my bare behind. More followed as she calmly scolded me, each blow landing a little harder than the last. I tried to remain still for my spanking but couldn't help twitching with each strike of her open palm. Small, timid whimpers escaped my lips. She showed slight mercy by rubbing the growing heat into my buns after every few slaps. I felt shattered that she treated me like such a child, but I was tremendously aroused as well. My honey flowed steadily from within and had nowhere to go but down onto her lap. Mistress had to have felt it seeping through to her skin and yet, there was nothing I could do.

Apparently I was right, and Mistress did feel my seeping wetness upon her lap. "What's this now," she asked as if disgusted by my fluids, "How dare you soil my fine dress! If you're such a little harlot that this makes you so wet, perhaps you need an even more sound beating than I'd thought. Get that cute fanny over to the foot of the bed, spread your legs, and bend over." I did as ordered while Mistress took two short lengths of chain from the rack. She put my leather cuffs tightly on my wrists, clipped the chains to them, and attached the other ends to eyebolts on the side-rails of the bed near the headboard. Next, she attached the ankle cuffs, and then secured them to the footboard posts.

My keeper now had me spread wide open over the plump, padded footboard, with my rump aimed upwards and my face buried in the sheets. This exposed position reinforced my feelings of sheer vulnerability, and I trembled at the sound of her boot-heels behind me.

"Now that your precious little ass is properly warmed up and rosy, we'll let my whips help you decide if your impertinence was worth it or not." The first sting of a buggy whip bit deeply into my flesh. I twisted and squirmed and cried out with the sharpest pain I'd ever felt. The whip cracked cruelly, again and again. Through the pain, I continued to feel the intense pulsing below my tummy and knew I was dripping heavily on the leather padding. The exquisite agony also seemed to focus my pleasure sensations to saber-sharp acuity. Every strike of my keeper's weapons drew another drop of liquid sex from my inner wellspring. 

Mistress whipped me slowly, almost casually, pausing to massage my burning buttocks after every few strokes. I could smell her body's arousal and it heightened mine even further. It went on and on, the crack of a whip, the jerk of my flesh, and the short, pleading vowel sounds of my response. I soon slipped into an altered state of consciousness, a place where sensations lost contrast and became pure, submissive emotion. I drifted in a dreamlike haze, feeling each, individual surface stimulation as a broad wave throughout my entire body, especially where the nectar dripped from me. My cries of sweet suffering turned to soft moans and then to muffled mewlings. Coming back into myself, I was unaware how long Milady had ceased whipping me and had been instead covering my enflamed tush with tiny, dry kisses. 

An amazing thing happened inside me during my beating; my feelings of total humility changed to a certain sense of liberty—of freedom from myself even. I felt that a great gift had been given to me and received from me at the same time. I was limp with blissful intoxication as she unchained me.

After freeing me, my wondrous owner then sat in an overstuffed easy chair and beckoned me forth to her. She had me sit on her lap where she quietly soothed and comforted me. I truly felt like her little girl—and I adored her for it!

She whispered soft things in my ear about how far I would travel in time and space with her, and how much I would expand from the journey. I felt her unique caring as she held me close, stroking my hair and patting my shoulder. I think I fell in love with her then.




Innocence Passing



I'd fallen asleep in her arms and was awoken by her soft voice, "C'mon my little darling girl, time to get you cleaned up yet again. She did not summon Simone this time, saying that I could use a soapy cloth to wipe away the dried 'love-juice' from my inner thighs. I dutifully did as told and quickly returned to her.

I sat opposite her on a long couch, curling my legs half beneath me as a servant brought us creamy drinks made with a sweet liqueur. Mistress stared at me warmly while she gathered her thoughts. "Now we'll talk about your sexuality and the profound possibilities that await you within it," she began. "As such a beautiful girl you will have many choices of whom to share your gifts with and in what manner to share them. Most all men, and even many women, will desire you and pine for your attentions. Of those you choose to share yourself with, there are many ways to give and receive pleasure. Each way has it's own flavor and some can also hold personal enlightenment for you. I will introduce you to some of these various styles of sensuality, forcing you beyond your inhibitions, so that you might know and understand them in their purest sense. Someday you may choose whom you make love with and how you express your passions, but for now you will do whatever I say, to whomever I select for you. Is that understood Slave Veronica?"

"Yes my Goddess," I replied. "I've waited so long to touch and to be touched that I'm about to burst! I'm frightened of what I don't know but I'm also eager to explore. My body and spirit are yours of course, to use as you please. I'll try my best to experience your teachings fully, without letting my fears get in the way."

"Very good my pretty pet," she said. "Then let us begin." She went and pulled the cord to call for Simone and returned with a wide armchair, which she placed several feet from her spot on the couch. She ordered me to strip and take a seat in the chair. 

As Simone entered and approached us, Mistress continued. "I've chosen Simone to help with this lesson because she is particularly adept at using her mouth to give pleasure—she is my favorite for it in fact. She will demonstrate on you as I describe the nuances of what she does." She went on to Simone, "We have here a very needy pupil Simone, an actual virgin to the sexual touch of another. I trust you will take the time to teach her well."

Simone brought her luscious self before me; licking her lips seductively and giving me a very sly smile as she placed her hands on my knees, spread my legs, and knelt between them. She lowered her face to my thighs and began with the softest of kisses, moving slowly from my knees, up my thighs, and then inside them towards my center. I exhaled a deep sigh from the sheer beauty of the image we must have made together. When she had kissed every inch of my inner thighs, she paused to take a deep breath of my oozing sex. She must have liked my scent, as she took in a long sigh herself before planting more of her delicate, wet kisses directly on my bare pubis. I was in heaven and could barely pay attention as Mistress Kathryn verbally reiterated Simone's ministrations, and pointed out the essential value of slow teasing to build the energy gradually and more deeply. My inner trembling reflected her point emphatically!

When Simone's moist lips spread my own nether-lips wide open, my hips convulsed and I cried out in a higher octave than I'd known I could. She licked tentatively at my quivering sex, bringing and holding me endlessly on the very edge of climax, but not letting me succumb to it. My pussy was flowing profusely now and my hands had found their way to my heaving breasts, lifting, holding, and massaging them while my fingers tweaked gently at my long, hard nipples. Simone teased me even more mercilessly by licking slow circles around my whole pussy and momentarily nibbling my engorged clitoris before backing off to do it again. She sucked my tiny lips into her sweet mouth and twirled them with her tongue. I held her head and kissed her back furiously with my begging cunt. I'd never known such amazing ecstasy was possible! 

Just when I could take no more, Simone plunged her tongue right inside of me, then withdrew it and licked upwards to swirl my throbbing clitty. She sucked it softly in and out of her mouth until she drove me over the edge. Unable to control myself any longer, I erupted into her, gloriously pouring my female essence down her throat. I screamed as I gyrated and humped against her face, my pussy wanting to ride her tongue into oblivion, "Yes, yes, oh my God, oh my pussy, oh yesss!" She licked and sucked me as if she couldn't get enough either. I'd never felt anything nearly so intense and wonderful in my life. I just kept cumming and cumming, and thought I'd surely die from so much pleasure! 

Just as my orgasm seemed about to finally subside, she moaned deeply inside my open pussy and the vibrations sent me riding a brand new wave of total, cosmic bliss. I came endlessly, easing into a mellow dip, only to rise yet again to another wild crest. Simone seemed ravenous for my cum and I released all I had, emptying my body into hers. Tears of pure joyful relief rolled down my cheeks. 

Finally, her urgent feasting turned to a slower, savoring kind. She alternated between soft suckling, and gentle, sweetly intimate kisses. I stroked her lustrous hair as she slowly brought me back down. We held our exquisitely feminine embrace for several, long minutes more before she at last lifted her drenched face from my spent—but very satisfied—pussy. We smiled at each other with mutual gratitude and both gave a huge sigh of total contentment. I knew then why she was my owner's favorite for oral pleasure. I couldn't imagine anyone being able to do that better.

I lifted my gaze to find a pleased look in Madame's eyes. "That was truly beautiful to watch my lovely, little angels," she remarked. "Thank you Simone, for Veronica's first initiation in the sweetness of lesbian sex—of any sex for that matter. You may now go find that baker's boy you love to play with and tell him you both have the rest of the day off to sneak away and pleasure each other. I hope you both enjoy it as much as our little virgin here did."

Simone winked at me as she replied to Mistress Kathryn. "Thank you Milady, Veronica is quite a tasty little indulgence indeed! I'm of course available anytime you require my, err...services again." She gave me a sly, conspiratorial smile, winked again and blew me a meaningful kiss. Then she curtsied low to Mistress and left to find her lover boy.

Mistress sent for more drinks and led me on quite weakened legs to our small dining table in the windowed alcove. She remained silent until we'd had a few sips of the intoxicating beverage and I was again capable of coherent thought. Then she went over everything she'd witnessed of my 'oral deflowering' to make sure I'd not missed the mechanics of it during my physical bliss. She also told me of a few tricks Simone hadn't used on me this time. I thanked her from my heart for the most astounding lesson I'd ever had. She laughed and said it was now time for a test of what I'd learned.

Once we'd finished our drinks, Mistress ordered me to lie face-up upon her bed. She once again attached the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. She then secured them to each of the four bedposts. She slipped a firm, thick pillow underneath my head. I was spread-eagled and quite immobilized, totally exposed, helpless and vulnerable once more. I was quickly learning to love the feeling.

Mistress removed her dress, bra, and panties as I stared intently at her statuesque loveliness. She commanded me to ask for what I wanted. "Please Ma'am, let me kiss you as Simone kissed me?" I instantly replied. 

With a fiendish grin she replied, "Good, but not good enough. To adequately suck my pussy there must be a vital, passionate craving within you to do so. You must convince me, slave, that you are indeed deserving of my Goddess juices. Now beg!"

"Oh Milady, I yearn to show my loyalty and gratitude to you by drowning in your sacred womanhood. Please, please let me taste you and pleasure you with my hunger. I beg of you Mistress, please!" I moaned in frustration to exemplify my sincerity and my need. It seemed wrong to want another woman so badly—it was still, for some silly reason, rather frowned upon in some circles of society—but I couldn't help my strong desire for her. I desperately wanted her essence as Simone had claimed mine.

"Very well little slut," she relented. "You shall have your prize. It had better be worth my while. If you do well at servicing my Goddess pussy you will be rewarded with a special surprise. If you do poorly you will be beaten beyond pleasure into mere pain." By that time I'd certainly needed no extra incentive to worship her sweet-smelling sex.

Mistress climbed over my restrained body and stood there, directly above my face, dipping her fingers inside herself and bringing them to her own lips to taste. Looking straight up her long legs to the glistening nest where they met heightened my desire beyond reckoning. She teased me thusly until a long, viscous drop of her honey stretched halfway to my open mouth, dangling momentarily before snapping loose and falling the distance to my lips. She laughed at my captive need when I strained to lick it up, and then eased herself down to squat right upon my face. 

I began trying to please her with slightly moist baby-kisses, as Simone had given to me. It took considerable effort to resist just diving in and slurping her heavenly cunt to satisfy my own lustful craving. I focused on what these two wonderful women had just taught me and managed to control my raw hunger. I paced myself as Simone had, moving slowly from kisses to licks to nibbling and sucking. As our energies combined, I felt a pleasure completely different from being eaten, but equally wondrous. I was amazed how the giving of ecstasy could be as sexually exciting as receiving it. Two hours after losing a large part of my virginity and I was hooked. I really was Milady's little slut-girl!

I practiced my technique on her yummy pussy while trying to gauge my effectiveness by her reactions. It soon seemed natural to be able to establish control of her pleasure through my manipulation of her most sensitive, intimate place. I quickly learned to read her and to lead her right up to the edge, without going over. I'd feast to my heart's delight until she'd almost cum, and then redirect my lips and tongue to stroke her less sensitive folds, or her smooth mound, or around her opening. Eventually, when I'd slow down, she'd try to force her orgasm by sliding her sopping pussy all over my entire face. Throughout my oral exploration, Mistress whispered things such as, "Yesss, very good little girl," and "Ohhh so sweet my pretty slave," and "Mmm, kiss my pussy darling". 

Her sexy words only enflamed my urgent lust. Again, I was gleefully lost in the scene we shared. It felt so naughty and dirty, and so...primal, to have another woman grinding her open sex into my face and humping it as if it were an object. An added element was being so helplessly tied and being used in such an animalistic fashion by her. I reveled in being her property, her tramp, her total yearning sex-slave! 

At last my Goddess could take no more of my teasing torture. She held my head firmly in place and commanded me, "Suck me Veronica! Make me cum! Oh, eat me baby! Yesssssss!" I felt as if I was having an emotional orgasm, and I yelled my release into her body while she humped my sucking mouth. She then froze for half a moment before she exploded in a wild frenzy. She screamed and squealed full force just before her pussy gushed all over my face and down the sides of my neck. She smothered my whole face as she ground my head into the pillow. I could feel her pussy flexing on my nose, cheeks, and eyelids. The pure, basic sexual heat of my magnificent mistress was savagely using me and taking me, and I simply loved it! 

I almost came from the sheer submissive elation I felt. Although tightly bound and so roughly used, I'd never felt such freedom. I think that's when I realized I hereafter needed to express my obvious predisposition towards being dominated. 

For a long time after cumming, she just sat lightly upon my face while, ever so slowly, sliding her dripping wet cunt all over it. I lazily licked and sucked whatever patch of skin she slid across my mouth. Her soft moans continued as if she were miles away, lost in a beautiful dream. Eventually she eased off me, gave me a long kiss, and made her way stiffly to the bathroom. I remained tied wide open on the bed, feeling flashes of all the things I'd newly experienced in the past few hours. My, how much things can change in such a brief time! I thought with a smile.

Mistress finally re-entered the bedroom smelling sweet and looking refreshed. She had a much more peaceful aura than I'd sensed around her before. While being unchained, I was instructed to get cleaned up by myself for dinner, since Simone was off playing with her baker's boy. Milady would pick out my garment, as she had something else planned for afterwards. 

I showered slowly, washing my hair of Mistress' cum and moistening my skin with fragrant lilac oil. I let the warm water softly massage me and felt the soothing wetness of it as if for the very first time. Even the air itself held such distinct sensuality for me lately. I wondered at how all my ideas and values were so rapidly shifting, and how vibrant everything was becoming. I thought of how, so suddenly, it could now feel so totally natural to share intimate pleasures with another female. I wondered what other tantalizing ecstasies Mistress would share with me. 

I returned to her, feeling invigorated and so very alive. She was dressed in black leather pants, boots, and vest, with a black silk shirt beneath. For me she had chosen a girlish, black and white riding dress, opaque white stockings and knee-high black riding boots with sturdy, three-inch heels. Long white lambskin gloves and a white dressage hunt cap finished me off.

Mistress quickly re-applied my make up and led me to dinner. She allowed me to dine with her this evening, which only added to my happiness and contentment. We enjoyed a feast of juicy steaks, mashed carrots, garden salads, and fresh wheat-nut rolls with whipped butter. While we ate, she described our next activity, "I want to see what grace you might have upon a steed. We shall go riding together and I'll show you a bit of my estate. There is a secondary purpose for our ride as well. I now know that you desire Simone and myself in bed, but I also want to discern your taste in males. While we're mounting, you are to surreptitiously survey the ranch-hands and stable boys, and be able to later describe the ones you fancy to me. I hire only people I find attractive, so you may just find them all desirable." We finished our meal in silence as I wondered why it mattered to her which males I thought were tasty. As if reading my thoughts, she smiled devilishly from across the table, but offered nothing as a reply.

While our horses were being readied, I had time to examine the workers. Mistress was right; they were each quite beautiful in their own way. They all seemed to be thoroughly checking me out as well, which gave me that now familiar sexual tingle and also made them linger longer in my presence, allowing me plenty time to look them over. They were all smooth-skinned and lean, but where some were rather large, muscular, and very masculine, others were smaller framed and had somewhat androgynous features. Their smiles seemed genuine and warm, and obviously tinged with hopeful desire. I wondered just what they'd do to me if given the chance.

The last to enter the lengthy barn was a stable boy of exceptional beauty. He was about my age and built only slightly bigger than my small frame. Long, wavy locks of darkish blond hair flowed over his smooth, tanned skin, and his bright eyes seemed almost golden. He wore no shirt and I could see that his body was solid and lean, but with just enough body-fat to nicely soften his rough edges. The boy moved with casual, sensual grace and humble confidence. He seemed both manly and boyish at once, and exuded a strong sexuality that seemed somehow very masculine and yet quite feminine as well. I found his contrasting combination of qualities to be enticingly lovely and erotic. When he gave me a big, flirty smile I flushed hotly, returned his smile quickly and had to look away. My little pussy flowed freely with lust for him. He was simply yummy!

Our horses securely saddled, we mounted and left the masculine confines of the stable. I followed Mistress Kathryn closely, giving the gorgeous boy a longing last glance, trying to look demure and yet inviting as I smiled my goodbye to him. My saturated panties made the entire saddle so slick it felt squishy and slippery beneath my sex. Looking down, I saw that the hard leather glistened with my nectar. Until I'd come to Deepwood Manor I had no idea my body could produce so much pussy juice!

We rode out onto the estate, past the perfectly manicured lawns, over gently rolling hills, eventually coming to a lonely, forested trail. When we paused at a small, gurgling brook Mistress snickered to herself before saying, "Well little missy, I suppose I needn't ask who your favorite was. I could smell your desire for that long-maned boy even above the beastly aroma of the stable. I'll bet that even the horses thought you were a girl in full heat!" She laughed at her own wit before composing herself and going on. "But I would like to know which others struck your fancy Veronica. Which amongst them could you most eagerly imagine making love to you?"

"Well Ma'am," I began, "First I must say that you do indeed have exquisite taste in men—they were all quite remarkable. I could easily picture the larger, manlier men taking me almost roughly, and making me feel like a most fragile little girl in their strong arms. I think they appeal to my apparent submissive nature. Nonetheless, I suppose I might actually have a preference for the younger, smaller ones. They seem to have a bit of a feminine quality, which definitely appeals to me. I guess my bisexuality is fairly balanced, but with a slight predilection for females. Those cute boys have sort of a feminine appearance and grace, and seem like they'd be more softly sensual in bed than the bigger men would be. I imagine I won't know for sure until I've perchance tasted both flavors. But you are right, that stable boy was absolutely scrumptious!"

Mistress laughed again and said, "Thank you my dear, I believe that surrounding oneself in beauty allows one to feel more beautiful on the inside. Thus, I see no reason to hire servants that are not the most attractive available. And yes, your stable boy is indeed quite stunning, but I personally prefer subduing a big, burly man with my whips, and then taking him for my pleasure. For pure sensuality, I have always enjoyed the delights of women instead. Oh, and by the way, I could tell your rare beauty fascinated that lad you favor as well. Now come my sweet girl, darkness approaches quickly and you've had a long day—let us return to rest."

I slept very soundly that night, with dreams that kept me moist until morning. My keeper awoke me with a kiss, whispering, "Wake my precious baby, it's time for all good little girls to attend their lessons." She then said that after Simone had bathed me and helped apply my make-up, I was to dress and meet her in the main parlor downstairs. I was still a little tired and stiff from yesterday, but eager to see what she had in mind to show me today. I stretched my body and went to Simone.