Prologue:
In case this is the first of my stories you've read, there are a few things I've skipped over in this story since there are several other stories I've written about this same sub. I tend to write a story after almost all of my sessions with my toys. But I publish very few of them online.
My name is Pepper Rodgers. I'm a 19-year-old Domme, living downtown Mobile, Alabama. I have a decently well-stocked playroom in the second bedroom of my fourth-floor apartment (most of my neighbors are corporate types who aren't always around, giving me a lot of privacy, even in the halls and elevators). I also have a decently stocked toybox. I prefer my toys to be older than I am, around 30-42 years old. I prefer men for myself, however not for my toybox. When it comes to toys, I find women and couples to be far more amusing. Single men tend to be needier, and often too clingy. But that doesn't mean I don't have a few of them in my toybox. I do. They just don't have the same chances of getting there as couples and single women do.
I'm petite. Actually more "tiny" that petite. I'm 5' 1.75" and 91 pounds. I'm not bony, though, I've curvy, like a small-sized woman. I have blond hair down to my shoulders and blue eyes. Oh, and my chest is the only place I'm not small. I'm a 32-D, and I'm very pert. Which makes me popular with the boys.
I'm also slightly bisexual. I'm attracted to men, not women. I would never choose a female partner for even a date, let alone for sex. But I'm not opposed to masturbating with a female toy. Sophie happens to be my favorite sex toy to pleasure myself with. Her tongue has two big advantages over my vibrator: one, it's very delicate and tender. Two, no matter how much I use it, its batteries never die at the worst possible moment! It's better than fresh bunny batteries, it just keeps going until I want it to stop. And I don't even have to hold it in place!
When I want sex I never use one of my toys. I never allow a toy touch, or even see, all of me. And I never bring a toy to my bedroom. Nor do I chose a woman. I pick a man, usually one I find in a club or cafe, or wherever. I flirt, dance dirty a little and if he meets my standards, I ask if he's interested in a one-time-only, no-names-exchanged, hook-up. I've never been turned down.
I have a few standards for my hook-ups. I never pick a guy I know or even just see around. And I insist on a cock between 7 and 9" long and 1.5" across, plus or minus a small bit. I won't touch a guy who isn't circumcised, either. I hate the way the foreskin feels inside me. I want to feel that fat head. The dirty dancing gives me plenty of time to tease a guy hard and feel for myself what he's got. It's the only way not to be disappointed. Guys always lie about their equipment!
Sophie is my 19-year-old live-in slave-girl. She's slightly petite at 5'4" and 119 pounds. She's pretty, too, with long honey-blond hair, green eyes, and a 34-B chest. Sophie is extremely devoted to me. So devoted, and so happy as my slave, that despite not being attracted to women, she's a virgin with men. She serves and pleasures only me, and those I give her to. And while I use her, even with my male toys, I won't allow any man to touch her pussy or penetrate her bottom. Those are mine. Only mine. I've owned her since she graduated high school, but I've known her longer. Since about two months after her 18th birthday, which was also about two months before she finished high school.
I have three BFFs, (Isabelle, Reagan, and Ellie) none of whom are into my little games. But all of whom occasionally creep into my stories. After all, they are my BFFs so they tend to be around. Luckily they're not offended by anything they happen to see. They're just not eager for me to put on a show on their account.
I also have a circle of five other women friends, all of whom are Dommes as well. Andrea (26), Janelle (35), Colette (39), Diane (43), and Olive (44). we usually get together every couple of weeks for coffee and a little chat about who's doing what to whom lately. We sometimes share, or loan, our toys to each other, but not that often. Sometimes we do a favor for each other, such as providing something different for a toy. Mostly we do what girls do: we gossip.
I get all of my toys through networking. It's almost always either one of the women in our circle who has a toy she doesn't want and offers to point it at another who is interested. Or sometimes one of my toys tells someone, who tells someone, and so on until someone asks my toy to introduce someone to me. Rarely it's someone I don't play with, but who knows what I'm into, who asks me to meet someone. I get plenty of emails inquiring about meeting me, and while I will email and maybe chat with a sub online, I haven't yet met any. I won't rule it out, but meeting online is risky enough that someone would have to convince me before I'd think about it. A girl's gotta be careful!
[Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories, only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spend in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, where my father is from and lives), and almost all of my subs live in Mobile or a bordering county. I'm originally from Baldwin County, next door to Mobile. I moved across the bay to attend USA. As is/did Mistress Pepper. But I'm not a blond. And you'll most definitely have to guess at my bra size! Enjoy the story!]
Part I: Learning What Punishment Is
A friend of mine has a BEARCAT STOL. It's a small airplane, in a class commonly called a cub-alike. That just means it looks, and kind of flies, like a Piper Cub. Two seats, one behind the other. One little engine up front with a propeller. This particular variant is designed specifically to fly low and slow. And to land about anywhere, like on a football field. I have a pilot's license, but even this tiny plane is well beyond my budget. In Mobile (where the economy was long ago flushed down the toilet) you could buy a house for the cost of an airplane. However, my friend is very generous. He lets me fly his whenever I want, as long as I leave the fuel tanks full. No problem there. The fun is well worth the cost of the AVGAS.
It's a warm, clear summer day. I've just spent an hour and a half buzzing the beach at 500 feet and going as slow as I could fly while I did. In this baby, that's around 40-45 MPH. I picked 500 feet because it's as low as I thought I could get away with. Lower, and I have no doubt there would have been a deputy waiting on me to land. The plane is red, so there's not much to following it to the runway. Just look up. And the deputies' car can go faster than this plane. But it is way so fun! Naturally, I took my slave-girl, Sophie, with me. She makes an excellent co-pilot in a plane that's designed for one pilot. She's very good at looking out the window, taking pictures, and giggling. You'd be surprised what you can see from above!
We've just landed and secured the plane. I'm about to get in my car - it's a rebuilt Mazda Miata convertible and the top is down. I'd hate to waste a day like today with the top up. I mean literally about to get in the car. As in my hand on the door handle. My phone rings, Sophie glances at the caller ID and answers it. A few seconds later, about when my butt is hitting the seat, Sophie looks to me, the question in her eyes telling me she wants to speak. So I let her. She tells me it's my friend Andrea calling, and Andrea wants to talk to me. I take the call.
Andrea starts by asking if I'm busy. When I say "not really," she asks if I'm up for a "weird one-off." Andrea is one what my BFFs call my kinky friends. Meaning she shares me taste for BDSM, and like me, she's a Domme. We get together about every three weeks or so and swap gossip, tips, stories, and sometimes toys to play with. Two-legged toys.
Andrea tells me a story. Like all of her stories, it's long-winded and tells me a million irrelevant things. A couple, whom she is friends and neighbors with, but not "play-partners" with, have an 18-year-old daughter named Chloe who has been nothing but trouble for them lately. The girl is very quiet and very demure. The problems arise when she's left unguarded. Thinking for herself, she's liable to do about anything. Her parents, who've never shown any interest in our BDSM lifestyle, have asked Andrea about it. As in, did Andrea think it might be appropriate for Chloe, and did she think Chloe might be happy in this life. Andrea tells me that she's certain Chloe would be in heaven. Apparently, on the few chances, Chloe has had, she's asked Andrea questions that make Andrea "just certain" Chloe is dying to be owned.
A few minutes ago Chloe's mother called Andrea. They caught Chloe smoking, something that's completely against the house rules Chloe agreed to live by while she's still in her parents' house. Her parents are obviously upset. And have no idea how to deal with Chloe. Mostly because they've tried on the several occasions they caught her before, and yet they keep catching her. Tina, Chloe's mother, finally came out and directly asked Andrea what to do, or better yet, might she somehow convince Andrea to "help" them out. Andrea, however, is in Charlotte (she's a flight attendant, so she can be anywhere, anytime). She suggested that she has a friend, who is also a Domme, who might be willing to handle Chloe for them. She didn't say that she was uncomfortable doing it herself, since she's friends with both of Chloe's parents. But the eagerness and relief in Tina's voice told Andrea Tina thought it would just as uncomfortable. And that Andrea had figured out exactly what Tina wanted to try with Chloe.
