My name is Jessica, and this story begins when I was a 16-year-old girl in the tenth grade of high school.  I was a happy girl and had a few good friends. I thought high school would be a great adventure.  Instead, I met her.  She was 17 and in eleventh grade.  Her name was Lexi. 

Lexi took an immediate interest in me.  At first, she would make rude comments in the hallway.  I found this humiliating in front of other students.  It did not happen much in the beginning but as the year progressed the frequency increased.   

It was never physical, sexual or angry. It was plain and simple humiliation.  I just thought to myself, why does this have to happen to me.  

As the humiliation continued, I found myself trying to stay out of her way.  I wanted to look as invisible as I could so maybe she would leave me alone.  I was good at staying hidden much of the time, but Lexi always seemed to find me at some point and her humiliation would continue.   

“Look at you.  You are worthless and you dress like trash,” were some of her words. 

Most of this only occurred when others were not around.  Lexi was good at not letting others know what she was up to with me.  She would mildly humiliate me in public, but in private, she was much harsher and more verbal. 

Through my tenth and eleventh grade years, this all continued.  Strangely, over time, I found myself looking forward to Lexi finding me.  She did less and less humiliation in public.  She did more and more humiliation in private.  This was a steady trend through high school. 

I would never have told her this as she would have used it against me, but I was enjoying the humiliation.  I learned that the less I resisted, the less harsh she would be.  Equally, I learned that the more I resisted, the more I got what I wanted.  It was during this time that I grew fond of her and her humiliation.   

*

At last, I was 18 and in the twelfth grade. I would have a year where I would not be humiliated in front of other students.  Lexi was off to college.  I thought about whether I would miss her humiliation.  Being humiliated in front of others had this exciting effect on me.  I found myself craving it.   

As she was away, I started daydreaming about her. I began to touch myself like never before.  After a little while of touching and dreaming, I would get wet.  I would then put my fingers inside of me.  I would use the juice to rub my newly found clitoris.  Right after this would be an orgasm.  I was always able to orgasm quickly.  Once I get wet and then have a few rubs on my clit, I orgasm.   

During the summer before my last year of high school, my mom had moved away.  She and my dad divorced, and I stayed with him for my senior year.  I had a lot of private time.  I used that time to have orgasms while watching lesbian domination porn.  I loved to watch the bondage and domination and verbal humiliation. This seemed to be a result of the humiliation I endured from Lexi. I missed her, I thought to myself.  I began masturbating a lot during this year. 

She would come home from college for the holidays and would always stop by my house.  My dad got to know her during these times. I seemed to sense that he slowly was becoming more interested in her.  Then she would go back to college for weeks, only to show up on the next holiday.   

During these times she visited, she would always find time to be alone with me.  My dad trusted her after a few visits, and he would leave occasionally during the evening.  This is when she would corner me somewhere.  She would get me to willingly kneel for her.  I found this humiliation she delivered had an exciting effect on me.  I liked it.  My pussy would get wet.  I did not tell her because I did not want her to use it against me, and she would. 

So, I did my best to not like her humiliation. Her abuse had not been fully sexual in nature.  However, I did notice she was getting more and more sexual as our time together increased.  This is when I really started getting pulled into the excitement of it all.  I loved it. 

During these times Lexi’s attention went towards my dad as much as me.  I believed she was trying to gain his affection.  Lexi never showed her domineering side to him or anyone else for that matter.  She reserved that side of her for me and me alone.  This made me feel special, believe it or not. 

Finally, I graduated from high school.  I thought this day would never arrive. 

During that summer after my last year in high school, she would stop by my house to see my dad.  Any time she visited, and I was there, she would give me a domineering look while my dad was not in the room. She never verbally abused me when he was home, but I knew her look all too well. She would point her finger, and I would move like a puppet. 

When he would leave the house, Lexi would humiliate me and talk nasty to me. She would make me get on my hands and knees and then lift my skirt and expose my panties. Then she would spank me hard while making fun of me, saying nasty, hurtful things. 

I loved it!  Quietly inside my head, I loved it. I loved her. 

She spent a lot of time with us during that first summer she was home from college.  She moved much more to a sexual nature with me.  Her hands were often probing and touching my body all over.  She explored every part of me.  She always made me wet and dripping.  It never took long for her to get me going. 

In bed afterwards, I would always have an orgasm.  Sometimes I would have two. 

*

I remember one rainy night when my dad was out of town for the night.  He agreed to let Lexi stay with me. I was very excited at the prospect of being home alone all night with her.  My pussy started getting wet hours before she arrived. I resisted touching myself.  

After dinner, she told me to clean the dishes.  But first, I had to strip down to just my panties and bra.   

I cleaned them all and, in the end, I knocked a glass off the counter into the ceramic sink, and it broke.  I panicked, and then I gathered up the pieces as best I could and threw them in the trash. I was relieved when I cleaned up the last piece before she returned to the kitchen.   

She entered the kitchen and threw away some paper.  She noticed the pieces of glass in the trash.  She looked at me with angry eyes.  “What is this glass?” she asked forcefully. 

I looked down at the floor and said, “I broke a glass while doing the dishes.  I was scared you would get mad so I tried to clean it all up so you wouldn’t see it.” 

“You are a bad girl. Breaking a glass, then trying to hide it from me.  Get upstairs now!” 

As I walked up the steps, Lexi was right behind me.  She had something in her hand, but I could not get a good glimpse of it. She used it to poke and push my panty-covered ass up the steps. 

Finally, I made it to my room, and she followed me in. 

I stood in the middle of the room in my panties and bra.  I could see now she had a long, thin paddle.  She held it in her hand slowly smacking her other hand lightly while looking at me menacingly.     

“I am going to teach you something today, girl.  I am going to teach you that if you do something wrong, it is better to come out and tell me.  If not, the punishment will be twice as bad for trying to hide your mistakes.  Walk to me, girl, and turn around.” 

I did as she commanded.  Her voice was stern and serious. 

She said, “Bend over.” 

I did exactly as she instructed. 

Smack.  She hit me with the paddle.  Inside, I felt excited.  I was alive.  I loved it.  My body was full of “electricity”.  The stinging pain felt good.  ‘Smack’.  Oh yes, I thought to myself, oh yes. Three more hard smacks and she stopped.   

“What a beautiful sight. Stay bent over,” she said with a smile. 

Lexi moved up behind me and rubbed my panty-covered ass. It felt so good as I tried to resist showing her how much I liked it.  Something kept telling me to hide this excitement from her. 

If she touched my pussy, she would realize how turned on I am.  

At this point, I was almost dripping wet.  I needed her to touch my pussy and rub my clit.  Not thinking, I reached down to touch myself.  Smack across my ass.   

“Stop.  You must have my permission for everything. Do you understand, girl?” 

“Yes, ma’am.”   

“You are not allowed to touch yourself without my permission.  Do you understand that girl?” 

I meekly shook my head and said, “Yes, ma’am.” 

She reached down and put a finger between my pussy lips. I was almost dripping, and she now realized how I liked her abuse.  “Is my girl getting turned on?” 

Her eyes wide, she kept her finger there for a minute or so.  She was touching and rubbing, and I was worried she would push me into an orgasm too soon.  Surely, she would punish me if that happened before I had permission.  

“You are enjoying this.  Does my girl want me to keep touching her wet pussy?”   

I nodded yes.  

“I can’t hear you.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

She pushed her finger inside me.  “So wet,” she commented.  She started pushing in and out then added a second finger.  I whimpered, and it felt so good.  This is the same kind of fingering I do when masturbating myself.  My hips were moving along with her fingers.  She seemed to like my reactions.  She now knew my weaknesses.  She would surely exploit them just as I had feared all along. 

“Remove your bra and panties.” 

I did as I was ordered.   

“Get down on your hands and knees.” 

She then smacked my ass five more times.  It hurts so good each time.  I found that a little sting is exciting.  I started thinking that it was “pleasure pain”.  

She began rubbing my pink cheeks.  Her hand worked back to my wet pussy.  Two fingers went in again, and she started rubbing my clit with the other hand.  I knew it would not take me long. These orgasms of mine can rush by quickly if not careful. She had me nearing one now. 

I could barely get out a whimper. “Please, may I orgasm?” 

“I don’t know.  Do you think you have earned an orgasm?"  

“No, I am not worthy.  I am a bad girl, and I need your discipline.  Please, ma’am, forgive me for asking if I can orgasm.  I am not worthy.” 

“Good answer, girl.  Very well, I suppose you can have an orgasm.  You must have it while my fingers are in your pussy.  You must rub yourself to orgasm.  Then you will lick your juices off my fingers.  Ok, girl?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

She had her fingers in deep as my orgasm neared.  My hand was rubbing fast, and I was soon starting my orgasm.  This orgasm was different than all my others. This one was more powerful as I rode it out.    

My moans were louder when I was in the middle of it.  My eyes closed, head back. Hips swaying to her fingers and mine. My orgasm was soon over.  So very good.  This was the best orgasm of my life.  

Just as I expected. She brought those fingers to my lips.  I parted my lips, and she shoved those fingers one at a time. I licked and sucked them until she pulled them away. 

“Get down on the floor on your hands and knees right in front of me.” 

Lexi then said, “So, my girl likes to have her pleasure served with a little pain and humiliation.  This is wonderful news.”  She sat down on the couch and put her feet up on my back.  She grabbed a book about lesbian domination and began to read a story. 

*

At the end of the summer my plan was to attend community college in town.  I expected Lexi to go back to college, and I was in store for a long, boring year while she was away, except for those special holiday visits.     

School started in a few days as I strolled in one evening after shopping for supplies. I walked into the living room.  Lexi and my dad were sitting next to each other on the couch. 

My dad then proceeded to tell me they fell in love. 

“Jessica, Lexi, and I just got married down at the courthouse.  She is your new ‘mom’,” my dad said.  He reached over and held Lexi’s hand. “Lexi is coming here to live. Do you understand?” 

I was speechless. In my head, I was jumping for joy at the idea of having her dominate me daily.  I was also worried about how this would work around my dad.  Fortunately, he switched jobs to one located 300 miles away, which requires much more traveling and overnight stays.  This would leave Lexi and I alone more often than not.   

“Yes, Daddy, I understand.” 

“I am glad, I think we can all be a happy family here.”  

He had to go out for a few hours on business.  “We can talk about this when I get home if you like.” He kissed Lexi on the lips and left. 

The door closed behind him, and just silence remained.  Lexi was looking at me, eyeing me, sizing me. 

She ordered, “Go upstairs to your room. I will be up, and we can talk about our new roles.” 

I turned and quickly ran to my room and wondered if it was true. Maybe I just imagined it, she thought. I was wrong. 

I heard the doorknob move, but I had locked it. This was just by habit. I then heard her voice outside the door. 

“Open this door now or I will have it removed altogether.” 

I did not want that. I needed some privacy. I walked to the door and unlocked it. She then entered. 

“First, you will call me Mistress,” Lexi stated. 

“Second, there will be no more locked doors. I will enter here anytime I want. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, ma’am, I mean Mistress.” 

She then sat down on the bed. “Lie across my lap now,” she ordered. “Mistress is not pleased about your door.” 

Not knowing what else to do, I did what she told me. All that dominating and humiliating had worn me down over the years. I could not resist her. I did what she said. I loved her. 

I then felt her lift my skirt. She laid a hand on my panties. I could feel her rubbing my ass.  Then she started spanking me. I winced in pain each time. I loved each smack. 

I then felt her pull my panties down and begin to spank my bare ass. It hurt, but my pain tolerance had increased over time. I accepted the spanking with minimal sounds. 

When she had finished, she said, “Get up and stand in the corner and pull your panties up.” 

I found I was secretly enjoying this interaction with Mistress. I would not let her know, however, that I craved more humiliation. 

I did as she instructed. My ass was very sore as I pulled my panties back up. I then stood in the corner facing the wall. 

She walked up to me and smacked my panty-covered ass. I winced with pain. 

“Turn around and kneel in front of me.” 

I did as she instructed and was waist high to her. 

Lexi looked down on me. “I am your Mistress, and you are my girl. You will always do exactly as I say.” 

She said, “Get down on all fours you slut.”  She reached down and lifted my skirt again. Her hand found its way to my ass. She began grabbing and squeezing my ass hard. My ass was already red from earlier. It was now stinging. 

She then pulled out a ruler. She raised the ruler above her head and with a hard stroke, she smacked my ass with it. She did it again. Then a third time. She stopped. The pain felt good, exciting. I could feel my juices. She never went too far with the pain.  She knew how to keep the pain sexual.  

She reached down and grabbed my hair tightly. She shook my head around. “You stupid girl. You can't do anything right. When I tell you to do something, you do not hesitate.  Understand?” 

“Yes,” I said immediately. 

“Yes, what!” she shouted. 

“Yes, Mistress.” 

With my hair in her tight grip, she pulled me across the floor to a large table. Moving with just my knees was painful but I managed to keep up with her.  I could feel my juices flowing. 

On the table was a thin, short dress.  “I will decide what you wear, girl.” 

“Dress,” she ordered. 

I put the dress on. It fit perfectly.  My Mistress knew my size.  There was not much dress covering me. Short and tight. 

“Now you look like a slutty girl.  I want you to dress this way for me when Daddy is away.”  She walked around me grabbing, poking, and pinching me.  “Pull your dress up, girl.”  I did what she said.  

“Take off your thong.”  

I slid it down to the floor and stepped out.  

“Hand them to me,” she said. 

She felt them and noticed how wet they were.  “My, aren’t you a wet one," she said.  “Open your mouth.” 

I did, and she put my panties in my mouth.   

“There, that should keep you quiet.” 

She then stood behind me and reached around my hips with both hands.  One hand rubbed my lips while the other my clit.  My dress was hiked to my waist, leaving me wide open for her touches.   

Her pelvis cupped my ass as she swayed back and forth.  As soon as she touched me, I knew it would not take long.  She knew how to rub my clit.  Her motions were very sexual as my orgasm mounted in response. 

“Mistress, may I orgasm?” I asked.  

“Yes, girl, you may.”  She smacked my ass hard a few times to add a little more to my orgasm. 

In a very short time, it began.  Her fingers in my pussy and on my clit.  I could not hold it, and I had my orgasm all over them.  When it was over, she pulled her fingers out and they were very wet.  She then pulled the panties out of my mouth and put her wet fingers in. I sucked and licked them dry.   

She said, “Go to your room, girl.” 

“I love you Mistress/Mommy.” I said softly and then turned. Fully satisfied inside, I walked away to my room.   

THE END OF THE BEGINNING