Spankfully Mine

This story is about what happened near the beginning of our time together. We were adjusting to life in our new Vanilla-ish BDSM lifestyle. We were still very new and learning about each other. I was learning you were bossy. And I was learning you only hear what you want to hear. *Pouty!* Here goes: _____________________________________ Pura was the easiest person in the world to get along with. Her desire to please and willingness to submit meant we never had an argument. She was true to her word that she would trust me. She yielded to me every time there was a disagreement. The first time it happened was our last day of classes. She announced she should get a job. “Why?” I asked. It was an innocent query without any judgment from me yet. “Classes are over now,” she told me as she wiped the counters down after dinner. “You only have a couple weeks of work left and then you’re off. I am not taking summer classes; I could get a job and help pay the bills.” The i...

This experience started here. All right, here's the conclusion. Bethany (my new roommate) and I were in an argument about the morality of slavery. She had just claimed she would like to be a slave... She said, "I would be a horrible slave owner. I can’t even keep myself on the straight and narrow, much less someone looking to me to make their decisions. I make terrible decisions. I decided to buy a car I couldn’t afford, and clothes I didn’t need, and I ended up practically on the streets. But I would be a great slave.” “If you became a real slave,” I sternly replied,“and were not just playing a role in someone’s kinky fantasy, he would have all the control. What if he hurt you? What if he told you to do degrading things or things you didn’t want to do? The only place I know of for sure that has slavery is Africa, and you would just be a sex-object there. Raped and constantly pregnant.” She clenched her fists on her knees. “I wouldn’t be a slave to someone who would...

This experience started here. Sorry about the unexpected interruption. We were discussing how this entire lifestyle began. Pura had unexpectedly asked me about my sexuality, but I had decided I was going to ignore it. For a lot of reasons, not the least of which being I was a big chicken A very, very cute chicken. *smiles wickedly at her slave* Be careful, Pura. If you interrupt my story again, I'll spank you. *Pura laughs and is not the least bit concerned about that silly threat* Mistress, I don't really believe you, and also, if you did not want me to interrupt you, you would not pass over the computer when I so sweetly request it. You mean when you yank it out of my hands? *Spank!* Get the picture? Yes, Mistress. *Shoots her readership a skeptical look* I will sit quietly and let you tell your story. Thank you. Anyway... Several hours passed in silence. She had the TV on for a while, but when I got my laptop out to work on some things, she shut it off. S...

I thought since I told you how Bethany and I met , I should now explain how she and I started this silly relationship we now enjoy. This is how it all started: Before anything really happened between us, I had rescued her from a life on the street, and she had been living with me for a little while looking for a job... She looked for a job for a week but with no luck. She was hardly a burden on me at all. I already paid the full rent and there is always enough food in my house. She cleaned up after herself and sometimes after me too. And she was good company. I looked forward to coming home after teaching each day, because I knew Bethany would be there, and dinner would probably be made, and we would chat and laugh and watch TV together. Until Bethany moved in, I had not realized how lonely it was to live alone. Aww... My poor Mistress! Well, I'm here to stay now . She had almost nothing; clothes, books, and a couple of hideous lamps that I made her keep in her room. ...

This experience started here. So, I had invited this helpless stranger into my home overnight, and we were getting ready for dinner... (Sorry this is taking so long) You don't have to apologize. I imagine our readership is very understanding of your busy life and schedule. She's very busy, readers. She works VERY full time, and on top of that she's been directing a play that just barely ended. And then she has to come home and take care of me. You're no trouble. Well... that's not true. But you're the kind of trouble I enjoy. *Smiles wickedly* During dinner, she explained how she got into her predicament. “I never had nice clothes as a kid. I was always the kid in school that other kids made fun of. When I moved to college, I knew I was never going to be as poor as my mom. I was going to break the cycle, you know. Then I got a credit card.” I pulled a face. I had never had a regular credit card, but every store card I had ever had turned into a ...

The Drive Home This experience began here. So, I was driving this little stranger home because she had no place to stay. Not exactly the safest choice I have made in my life, but it turned out well, as you probably already know. We were in the car... “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked her. I knew women pretty well. They are talking creatures. They need to talk things out in order to make sense of them. “I don’t know,” she answered hollowly. “I’m not sure how this all happened. I’m a mess.” She stared out the side window. “I came to college here because my dad lived in the state and I couldn’t stand to be with my mom anymore. But my dad’s wife got a job in D.C. and they moved away.” When she paused, I said, “Did you live with him?” She shook her head. “No. I really didn’t even know him that well. He left my mom when I was only three and visitation has been sporadic. He was here, so I could get in-state tuition; that’s why I came. I did eat dinner at his hous...