There are a series of stories that chronicle Kelly's submission from the viewpoint of her Master (see comments section for details). I have been asked me to share Kelly's viewpoint on her submission to her Master. Below is her manuscript that for unexplained reasons was not published until now. I'm sure Kelly will be punished for the delay.
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting pain and degradation and contains one watersports scene.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.
Prologue
Slut,
Write your story. Tell the world you are a whore and that you love it. Tell the world that you weren't alive until you met me. Tell the world that you only mark time until the next time you are with me. Tell the world how you encouraged me to defile your body in ways that you only imagined but never experienced.
Tell the world how I made you mine.
Daniel
Chapter One
My Master has directed me to chronicle all of my thoughts and feelings during my submission to him. In order to do that I thought I'd tell you a bit about myself so that you can understand why I felt compelled to go down this path.
My childhood was pleasant and unremarkable. I was raised in a suburb of Sacramento, the daughter of second generation Irish parents. I had four older brothers and one older sister and was named after my maternal grandmother, Kelly Catlin. I attended Chico State University in Chico, California. I joined a sorority, still a virgin, and had a series of experiences that would shape my life in ways I could not imagine.
Being a virgin through high school was my choice. I harbored the romantic notion that I would "save myself" for my husband. And it wasn't for lack of opportunity to lose my virginity. In my senior year of high school I had fully blossomed into a woman. I was able to wear my mother's clothes. She fit into a size 6 dress and wore a 34D bra. They both fit but were both a bit tight on me. I remember we used to go clothes shopping together and fight about who would wear the dress first. I also shared her auburn brown hair, a smattering of freckles, and her ample bum.
I had my share of clumsy make-out sessions in darkened bedrooms and the back seat of cars while I was in high school but having four older brothers and a naïve sense of morality allowed me to enter college relatively untouched.
Going to Chico State was like being thrown into the deep end of the pool. I drank heavily as a freshman, as did my roommate. I can safely say that my roommate Angie was a slut, as her announced ambition while she lived with me was to fuck every member of a certain fraternity house. Our sorority apparently had an informal competition where my sorority sisters would track how many fraternity men they could fuck during the school year. Angie finished in first place that year.
The great thing about living with Angie was that it obviated the need for me to take any sex education courses. Angie wasn't fussy about who she had sex with and who might be in the room when she was. So it was more often than not I would be in the room (with and without the lights on - it was really up to the guy) watching her, or trying to do my homework and ignoring her. I'm sure that Angie would have done me if I had wanted. She was fun to watch. She had short bleach blond hair and the cutest little 32C titties. She had learned to deep throat in high school and was the envy of her sorority sisters. As part of her initiation she was to put a condom on a large banana and then attempt to deep throat it. She was the only pledge that took it all the way to the stem.
Most of the sex was pretty garden variety. The men were basically interested in blowing their load on or in Angie and then going back to their drinking. There were a few more serious types and those men did have a profound impact on me later. One in particular, Josh, had a very particular idea of how he wanted to have sex with Angie and would bark orders to her. Angie, eager to please, would comply with all of his demands, even to take her anally. There were a couple of times when Angie was having sex with Josh that it turned me on so much that I masturbated in my bed while I watched Josh fucking Angie's ass.
Angie was pretty vocal during sex, especially anal sex. That was also a big turn on for me, and also extended my vocabulary although I'm sure some of the things she said weren't really words but a phoeniticized animalistic grunt. None of my partners enjoyed me verbalizing my sensations during sex so I didn't really develop that skill although I wanted to.
Angie branched out near the end of my freshman year and started sleeping with women too. I was too inhibited to consider having sex with Angie although I thought it was hot to see women having sex with each other. I was also too embarrassed to masturbate in their presence, or join them, although I was sorely tempted to do so.
My sophomore and junior year was really my coming out party. I moved to an off-campus apartment with three of my sorority sisters (but not Angie). They were all relatively sexually uninhibited so there was a constant parade of men through our two bedroom apartment. None of them were into exhibitionism like Angie, so my voyeuristic tendencies had to be satisfied by hearing the grunt and groans of sex through the thin wall that separated the two bedrooms.
I also got my legs under me (no pun intended) sexually during that period of time. I had a series of one night stands with older and more experienced men that showed me that I could really enjoy sex. It was all pretty much vanilla sex, but since it was new to me it was really exciting. It was a revelation to me that men would do almost anything to get their hands on my 34D's. It was at that point that I appreciated the use of sex as a device to gain control over your partner. I had men lick my pussy for hours for the chance to paw at my tits and to fuck me.
I went through about a dozen different partners before I decided to reach out to Josh. It was almost the end of the semester before the summer break. As far as I knew Angie had thrown him on the discard pile so he was fair game. He remembered me immediately when I called him and did recall that I would frequently masturbate in my bed while watching him have sex with Angie. To my great surprise he told me that Angie had gotten married and moved out of the state. Apparently her new husband was in tech and was already loaded. Apparently Angie's college major in oral sex with a minor in anal sex had reaped a rich reward for her.
I was pretty nervous when I arranged to meet with Josh. He knew me and knew that I was slightly (or really) kinky. It wasn't something that I advertised. I wore a tank top, shorts and flip flops to our agreed upon campus lunch location. I got to the restaurant early and decided to snap up an outside table so I could see him when he arrived. He showed up not more than five minutes later and was also casually dressed.
After the usual round of pleasantries and catching up we ordered lunch and talked about what was going to happen next.
Josh was upfront and sincere, and said without a tinge of sarcasm, "I'm sure you didn't call me because you missed me."
I appreciated that. I decided to be straight with him. "I do miss you in a way. But that's not why I called. I wasn't that sexually experienced when you were with Angie. I've had a number of hook-ups and a couple somewhat serious boyfriends since then but all of the men seem like amateurs compared to you. You always seemed like you knew exactly what you wanted and elevated Angie's excitement to another level. I should know since I saw Angie have sex with at least twenty guys and two girls."
Our lunch arrived. I had a ham and cheese panini. Josh had a Reuben. The panini was great. I took a couple of bites and continued.
"To come to the point, I want to have sex with you the same way you had sex with Angie. I still masturbate to the images of you telling Angie what to do and her complying. I don't know why it made such a strong impression on me but it did."
Even though Josh was pretty sexually liberated my colloquy took him back a bit. He ripped off a big chunk of his Reuben and had sauerkraut hanging from his mouth. He wiped his mouth and responded.
"Wow, that's quite a confession. And I thought you wanted me for my mind."
I was quick on the draw too. "In a way I do want you for your mind. For you sex isn't just about immediate sexual gratification. It's a process and you enjoy the process as well as the act. And it's about control. I know what it's like to control men. I've got two great reasons why I can." I lifted up my tits in my tank top and then let go so they'd bounce off my chest.
Josh was amused. "That's a good one. You're right, most men think with their pecker. They don't understand the mental aspect of sex. The mental aspect can be just as powerful as the act itself. I presume that since you know what it's like to control others that you'd like to experience what it's like to be controlled."
I was glad I called Josh. "We're on the same page."
We finished our lunch and settled the tab.
I looked at Josh and made the offer. "Shall we go to my apartment?" I took him by the hand and led him to my apartment.
Chapter Two
My apartment was on the second floor of a four story apartment building. It had been student apartments for years and it showed it. We walked on the wrinkled and threadbare hallway carpeting to my unit. I unlocked the door and was met with an odor that mixed cheap vodka, dope and yesterday's pizza. At least no one was in the apartment. We went into my bedroom and I shut the door, putting a sock over the doorknob so my roommate would get the hint that privacy was requested.
Without fanfare I raised up my arms, pulled my tank top over my head, and then unhooked my bra. I let Josh get an eyeful of my tits before I kissed him full on the lips. He reached around me to pull me closer. I could feel my breasts pressed against his chest. I was already fully aroused.
Josh put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to his knees.
"Pull down my pants - - no hands."
I thought for a moment and then concluded the only option was my mouth. I tugged on his jeans above his fly with my teeth until the button pulled through the hole. I then unzipped his pant with my teeth. He was nice enough to shake his hips so his jeans fell down to his ankles. I pulled his boxers down with my teeth. I was already aroused by the power Josh held over me and by my close-in view of his penis, which was a soft five inches.
"You know what to do next bitch."
I did. I clasped my hands behind my back and used only my mouth to take first the head of his penis and then his shaft. I worked it with my lips and tongue until it was an erect seven inches. He put his hands behind my head and started thrusting. I gagged on his cock and was dripping spit onto the floor. He continued this until he sensed he was close, then pushed me away. He pushed me backwards until I was lying on my back on the bed. He pulled my shorts and panties off in one swift motion and threw them to the side. I could hear myself panting with want.
"What do you want bitch?"
This is the game he played with Angie. I knew my lines. "I want you to fuck me."
"Where?"
"In my pussy."
