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!
Chapter 01: Misbehavior
Usually, I shy away from toys in the health care field. That's because I'm a student nurse. Whether I make it into medical school next or not, I'm going to be working in health care. I'm afraid it would be rather awkward for a toy, where it to have to work with me. And more so, I don't want to separate my life. I don't want to be "Nurse Pepper" to the toy during the day, and "Miss Rodgers" to it later. So it seems easier just to avoid those toys I might end up working with.
But like every rule, that one has exceptions. And one of those exceptions is Jill. She's a 38-year-old pediatrician with a thriving practice in Milton, Florida. That's one of the reasons I made an exception for her. Milton is two counties, and one state, away from my home in Mobile, Alabama. On I-10, it's about an hour's drive. And it's on the other side of Pensacola, a rather large city. Thus, there's almost zero crossover between the affluent suburb of Milton and the rather poor city of Mobile. So it's unlikely that I'd ever run into Jill professionally. She's not even licensed in Alabama. And I have no plans to move to Florida -- there are far too many Seminoles fans there -- the insanity of it might be contagious!
Jill first came to me several months ago through the usual chain of friends. My friend Nikolai, a fellow Dom in Pensacola sent her to me. He, I hear, learned of her through his friend Diane, a woman I know slightly. Diane heard of her through her friend Jessie, a "bedroom Domme" and friend of Jill's. That seems to be the usual way I meet new toys. They have a friend who is into D/s. Obviously, they don't want to play with their friend, so they end up asking if she knows someone. Jessie isn't exactly active in the BDSM community around Pensacola, but she does a little networking, mostly just for ideas of things she can do with her "slave-husband" behind closed doors. So she mentioned Jill to Diane, wondering if Diane, a Domme who is active in the community, might know of someone who was interested. Someone far from Milton so that Jill could ensure that her private and professional lives never came close to crossing paths. Both Diane and Nikolai immediately thought of me. I'm sure distance was a part of it. As was the idea of the nurse lording over the doctor.
I have no desire to "out" Jill. Doing so, in the conservative community she practices in would destroy her practice. She'd end up having to move. Not that Jill's sexual tastes have any impact on her professionally, but in that small city, no parent would take their child to a doctor who wasn't seen as "straight-laced." That's just the way things are. It's also the reason Jill wanted to meet a Domme from some distance away. To keep her lives separate. Very separate.
The first time I met Jill I laid out all of my rules to her. And she agreed to them. If she hadn't, I would have sent her packing. One of those rules is that I own her. 24/7. I have never been interested in being a "bedroom Domme," a woman who is only a Domme once the bedroom doors are shut and locked behind her. I am dominant, period. To me, it's who I am. I made it clear to Jill that I might invite myself to pop up anywhere, at any time, and she would be expected to "behave" if I did. No matter what. She agreed to it.
Jill tried to ask me to agree never to "invade" her professional life. I spanked her for asking. Then I told her that I don't allow my subs to set limits. Any limits. My subs just have to put all of their trust in me to think about them and their needs. Jill would just have to trust that I would not damage her professional reputation. She accepted that. Then she begged me to avoid invading her professional life. I spanked her for that, too. I think she got the message.
Jill, like most private-practice doctors, is a workaholic. She's usually in the hospital by 6:00, then in her office by 8:00 to see patients. After which, she's back at the hospital for another couple of hours. Her social life is somewhat limited. But she does have a long-term boyfriend, a guy she kind of lives with, although he keeps his own place as well. They've been together for around ten years now but never married. Smart woman. He knows about her playtime with me. I would have taken her if he didn't. I don't like to spank behind the back of a significant other. I'm not going to be the "other woman." I've met him. He seems to enjoy watching but doesn't want to join in. I can live with that. As can Jill.
One, and maybe the only, good thing about COVID is that it has moved a lot of classes online. Especially now. The summer semester is always a light one anyway. I only have classes on Mondays and Thursdays. Those are all "lab classes." Nursing classes where we actually do things to people. Classes that can't be online. On Tuesdays, I work a shift in the student health center. There, students get free health care. The price of the free care is that they get it mostly from student nurses and doctors, not real ones. They get free care, and we get practice dummies. Nothing is ever really free, is it? The rest of my classes are online, and I can do those from anywhere. Mostly anytime. For some reason, the professors have taken to posting videos of their lectures instead of interactive classes. At least most of them still have office hours in case you get stuck. Most.
Today is Wednesday. I have nothing firm on the agenda for Wednesdays this semester. My live-in slave-girl, Sophie does, though. She's a sophomore at bishop state college. It's a state-run two-year college in Mobile. She didn't have the grades to get into USA with me, so I sent her there. Too bad I didn't know her sooner, or she would have had the grades for USA. I would have seen to it. Unfortunately, they seem to run that school more like a high school than a college. She has classes four days a week, and she has to be in her classes. As does my slave-whore Paige. Paige is a year behind Sophie. Paige is only 18! She's just starting her freshman year at Bishop. Since I'm sending Sophie to classes this summer, I decided there was no reason Paige could get a jump on her freshman year. So Paige has classes today as well.
I had planned to just hang out with my BFFs, all of whom attend four-year colleges like me. While BFF #2 is away, both Izzy and Ellie are at USA with me. And neither has plans for the day. But that was before I got the email from Jill's boyfriend last night.
