A Secretary Changed

Just a bit of details, some of you were asking...

Any similarities are entirely coincidence and blah blah blah...

And of course everyone's over eighteen. ..

Hello dear readers. I hope you've enjoyed things so far.

Just for your information, this is Jane. Mistress Jane to some of you. Jane Kessler to my associates. Janey to my close friends.

I guess you've started to get to know little miss big tits. That little sexpot Jenna. She's quite a cutie. I'm glad I met her, as it were. My latest conquest. I've such lovely plans for that little soul.

And I suppose you've probably been enjoying how her boss Precious came to be my pet. Yes Becca. Rebecca Blaine, soon to be Rebecca Anders. That particular morsel was quite easy to break. I think she always had an inner slut that just needed a few drinks to tease out. Like a fish going for a worm so to speak.

But this particular novella isn't about those two. Trust me they have their own adventures to come.

No this is all about me. Me me me. If you wanted to know how I came to be Mistress Jane, read on. If not? Sorry but that's your loss. Believe me when I say, you're probably not worthy of polishing my high heels with your tongue. Maybe you can be a fluffer for Jenna after she's trained. Maybe.

Most wonder how I came to be the bitch I am. It's kind of a long story. I wasn't always like this. Not really anyways.

I can always remember growing up different. I was always taller. Look at any school picture or family photo and I was the tallest. Taller the all the girls and most of the guys. Not really big just tall. Big came later. When I bloomed.

You might say I've been gifted physically. Light skin and brown eyes. Long straight raven hair. Black as the proverbial ace of spades. I stand 6 feet 2 inches. 6 foot 6 in heels, and I always wear heels.

My waist is narrow and my hips wide. Classic hourglass figure? Maybe an hour and a half. Now stop holding your breath. 40DD. All natural. Amazing right? So I've been told.

Now how did I get to be so, bitchy? Maybe it started in school. Being so tall had its advantages, but it also meant I was a bit of an outsider. And dates were few and far between. So I turned to sports. Soccer, volleyball. And in college I excelled at lacrosse. My favorite.

That's when I discovered I had a mean streak. Well, I always kind of did. Playing mean pranks. Pushing other girls around. Pushing boys around too. I didn't really know why I did the things I did, but I knew it made me feel good.

But on the lacrosse field? I was a terror. Many opposing players went home crying and bruised. I loved being physical and domineering on the field. Even to my own teammates occasionally. After games I discovered another thing about myself. I'm bisexual.

Once I realized I had an eye for the girls I also realized I had a certain type. Busty, blue eyed blondes. My weakness. Especially the really girly princess types. Yeah. Definitely.

Now how does this come around to me becoming a Domme? Let's look at a few events...

The very first time, was at a party. Just at the end of the school year when we graduated. I wouldn't have even been there but the whole volleyball team was going and they convinced me somehow. I was mostly thinking of college and the summer ahead. Of course, it being a pool party helped me decide to go.

That night I decided on a skimpy little string bikini and a sarong wrapped around me. The night was hot and everyone was wearing as little as possible. Everyone was thrilled to be off to college or wherever now that we were free. Drinks were flowing and the music was loud.

Standing in the corner of the yard, with my girls Beth and Janine, watching people make fools of themselves, who should show up but some of the cheer squad. Uninvited of course.

"Who let in the riff-raff?" Beth giggled. "Look at that ones fat legs," Janine laughed, pointing at one.

I just smiled with them. I really didn't have anything against those girls, but this was a party for the team and the team's friends. They didn't even cheer at our games.

As we watched them mingle and have some of the freeflowing punch with vodka I fixed my eyes on one in particular. Chloe. Chloe something or another. Her bikini was even skimpier than mine, and she was the star of the show. Every guy was ogling her and even some of the girls.

She was easily the dantiest of all the cheerleaders. But also the bustiest. Just bursting out of her bikini. With a nudge to my ribs, Beth joked,"You gonna put your tounge back in your mouth, lesbo?"

"Whatever, " I told her. "Just wondering how often she does the whole football team," I joked back. But I still couldn't take my eyes off her. Remember at this time in my life I hadn't yet become bisexual. Not that I knew of anyways. But there was just something about Chloe. Well, to be honest, a pair of somethings.

As the night progressed I kept finding some reason to be around Chloe. In her vicinity. You might say orbiting her. I tried not to be too obvious but, Janine noticed. With a grin, finally Janine said,"I know you want to get a better look at her Janey. Between you and me, I would like that too." Janine had recently confessed to me she was a closet lesbian and I'm very good at keeping secrets.

"I suppose I'd like to know how they look," I admitted, as I ogled Chloe's jiggling breasts. The tops, sides, and underboob visible. "Don't say anything okay?" I told Janine.

With a grin, Janine just said to me, "I'll take care of it, be in the kitchen in five minutes." Now what did she have planned? I couldn't wait to see.

I made my way to the kitchen alone, and waited. This was Beth's parents house so I knew my way around fairly well. The drinks, the snacks, the music were all set up outside around the pool and patio, so there really wasn't any reason for anyone to be inside. That, and a condition of the party was for all of us to stay out of the house. You know, stuff gets broken and all.

I didn't wait long until I could hear Janine telling someone, "Yeah it's fine, the kitchen is in here and you can clean it off in the sink."

Just then Chloe walked in, followed by Janine. Apparently Janine had spilled red wine on Chloe-on her bikini top-and of course the princess had to get it out before the stain set. I could only assume it was an accident. Right.

I just happened to be standing in front of the sink. Of course. Chloe walked right up to me and looked in my eyes. Clearly a bit drunk.

"Like, can you move please? I need to use the sink," Chloe slurred at me. I just stood and smiled down at her. She was all of five feet tall. With Janine standing behind her she was sandwiched between two of the tallest, long legged volleyball players on the team. Both black haired beauties.

Standing with my arms crossed I smiled at Chloe. "Sure thing girl, but if you want to get that wine out you should take the top off," I told her. "Yeah Chloe, it's the only way," Janine agreed with a smirk.

Before another word was spoken Janine reached over and untied Chloe's bikini top. Both strings at once. The string around her neck and the string around her back. As I watched a bit wide eyed Chloe's big tits bounced and caused her bikini top to simply fall on the floor. Amazing.

Chloe gasped, looking up at me with her brilliant blue eyes. Her hands quickly covering her naked tits and her face turning red. Merely smirking I of course took advantage. Reaching to the strings tied at her hips I told her, "Might as well go all the way girl," and pulled them. Untying her bikini bottoms. Janine giggling as they fell to the floor.

At this point I felt, exhilaration. Felt like Chloe was completely in my power. Having her naked between my body and Janine's I wanted to taste more of this newly discovered thrill. It wasn't so much sexual as, empowering.

Of course we weren't evil. Giggling, me and Janine soaked her bikini and helped her tie it back on, although Janine did get a bit handsy around Chloe's tits. The wine stain never did competely come out though, and after that she did her best to avoid us. At least the rest of that night anyways. Soon I would leave for college and new adventures, but I would never forget that first thrill. And never forget Chloe. That's when my addiction to big titted blondes began.

For the first year of college I focused on my studies. And of course joining the lacrosse team. Though I could never stop my thoughts returning to that night. To the feeling of strength. The excitement of stripping a girl despite her misgivings. It was my first Winter break that I took the next step. Going from simple fun to lesbian domination.

Her name was Julie.

Julie was a surfer girl from California that traded her longboard for a snowboard and moved to Aspen. That's where we met as I took my Winter break there. Skiing and just enjoying my time away from school for a while.

She was slender and fit as a fiddle, and of course under her parka she was quite well endowed. Tall but not as tall as me, with stunning blue eyes and a nice tan as a remainder of her time on the beach.

We first met on the slopes. Though it was my first time skiing, I took to it like a natural. My first day I conquered the beginner slope easily. My second day I breezed through the intermediate slopes. It was so much fun! My third day? Black diamond. That's where I met Julie.

We spent the day skiing on the hard slopes. Testing each other. Of course she was much more experienced and easily did circles around me. That was fine. It gave me a chance to observe her body. And make the decision that I wanted to see her naked.

After a day on the slopes we talked a bit. While taking my skis off and while she put away her snowboard she told me she was single and working as an instructor at the lodge. We talked a bit, and I told her I was in college studying for a double major in economics and psychology. We had some hot chocolate and agreed to hit the clubs in Aspen that night. I couldn't wait.

That night, we met in the lodge again. She had cleaned up and was almost a different person. Wearing a skimpy little minidress and heels. I looked her up and down. Right then I decided we weren't going clubbing and invited her for a quick drink up in my room. She agreed and we headed upstairs. I had dressed conservative in tight jeans, knee boots and a tight sweater.

Looking at her I made us a quick couple of vodka and tonics. We made some small talk and I could feel the sexual tension between us. At this point I didn't have much experience with girls. I wasn't quite sure I was bisexual but she looked so hot I made up my mind.

Using the excuse I was underdressed, as she was so lovely in her dress, I stood in front of her. "Do you mind if I change?" I asked her. She sipped her vodka and replied, "Of course not."

Looking in her eyes I pulled my sweater off. My big tits encased in a sheer blue bra. My nipples stiff and visible through the thin fabric. Bending at the waist I unzipped my boots and pulled them off, balancing as I did. Then I faced away from her and slowly took off my jeans.

Turning to face her I was just wearing my sheer and skimpy blue bra and panties. Her eyes roamed all over my tall body. With a smile I unclasped my bra and shrugged it off. I swear she gasped as my tits bounced out naked.

Just in my panties I asked, "What do you think Julie?" Her only reply was to nod yes. With a giggle I took her hands in mine and whispered, "Strip Julie, let's see your body."

She trembled as she stood up, and wiggled her dress down and off. I bit my lip as I saw she was braless, just in her red satin panties and heels. I decided right then I wanted to make her do stuff. Naughty stuff. Things she might regret.

With a smile I pulled her close to me. Using her hips to hold her body against mine. We kissed. Passionately. Our tits rubbing together. Whispering, I told her, "Take your panties off Julie, now." Testing my dominance over her already.

She quietly nodded and said, "Okay," as she bent down. Slipping her panties off. "Give them to me," I told her. She blushed a little, being as how we just met that day, and gave me her panties. I stepped back and looked at her naked body, smiling.

"Lovely," I told her. "Turn around," I said, as I made a gesture with my finger for her to spin. She turned and faced the bed. Her ass pert and taut. Biting my lip I guided her body to bend at the waist.

Her palms rested on the bed, her body held up by her arms. With a grin I suddenly smacked her ass hard. Very hard. It sounded like a gunshot. She squealed and tiptoed. But stayed where she was.

This was the point I realized I had a gift. I could recognize a girl with a submissive nature. Something in the eyes maybe. It was a gift that would keep on giving.

Giving Julie another hard smack on her other cheek I admired the two red handprints. Then dug my nails in. Making her back arch and her cute voice squeal.

Julie looked over her shoulder at me, pouting. That earned her another three smacks on each cheek. Her feet were kicking up and her eyes were watery at this point.

"Eyes down Julie, look at the bed," I ordered her. Her compliance was instant. "Yes Ma'am," she said. Bringing a grin to my face. "Have you ever been tied down Julie?" I asked her. She noddd yes, making me grin even more.

"Find me some nylons, maybe scarves," I told her. "Yes Ma'am," she said, quickly obeying me. I watched her cute body, her naked except for red high heels body, as she searched through my suitcase and the closet. Producing several pairs of nylons and a few scarves I had brought with me.

"On the bed Julie, head down and ass up," I ordered. She crawled on the bed, kneeling, then lay her head down keeping her ass up. I was going to enjoy this little experiment.

Pulling her slender arms behind her back, I used a nice pair of pantyhose to tie her wrists tightly. Maybe too tight. Oh well. Then, my imagination kicked in. Taking a scarf, I wrapped it around her eyes, blindfolding her. This whole time her body was trembling and squirming.

As I admired my handiwork I had an idea. Picking up her panties I rubbed them all over her slit, noticing how wet she had become. Reaching up I pinched her nose shut. As Julie opened her mouth to breathe I pushed her stringy little panties right in her mouth. Grinning.

Being inexperienced as a Domme, I looked at her body and wondered where to go from there. Then it hit me. Hairbrush. Or should I say, it hit her. On her ass. Until my arm was sore. My fine tortoise hairbrush making an excellent paddle.

At this point I came to the conclusion, with my panties soaking wet, that this was the thrill I was missing in my life. After I pulled the panties from her sobbing mouth, and having her lick my pussy to several of the most powerful orgasms I have ever had, all while her wrists were tied, I decided I would spend the rest of my life in pursuit of submissive women to conquer.

And what a sweet sweet life it's been...

(to be continued?...let me know if you dear readers want more of Mistress Jane's adventures)