Sandra stood in front, of the full-length mirror. Her hair, was done. Her makeup, was on. She was naked, as she viewed her image. Sandra had never considered herself, pretty.
She turned around before the mirror, to look at herself, critically. Sandra had just turned eighteen, two months ago. In many ways, she felt like a little girl. She didn't look like a little girl, in any way.
As she turned, she could see her, wide, full, hips, and prominent ass. She felt somehow, that they were too big. Her ass and thighs, were taught. There was no, excess fat.
As she turned to face the mirror, her full tits stood high, on her chest. Even without a bra, she had a full cleavage. Sandra's breasts, were always, an embarrassment to her. Her tits came early, and large. When they emerged, most people, especially the men, stopped looking at her face.
Sandra's life changed, with the emergence of her tits. Besides the way men looked at her, and talked to her, she would flush with sexual excitement, for no reason. She would suddenly find herself, with wet, sticky, panties.
The worst part, was her nipples. They stood up, and shouted, when she found herself flushed, with excitement. Sandra wore padded bras, not for fullness, she had plenty of size. She wore them, to mute the rigid points, that pushed her blouses out, when she got excited. Sandra was sure, that everyone noticed, her erect nipples. And, the smell.
When she flushed, with sexual excitement, she could smell, the pungent, musky, aroma, of a woman in heat. Sandra sometimes felt, as if she would die, of embarrassment, when it happened. Especially, if there were people, close to her.
Sandra knew, exactly, what excited her. She had known, every since she had found the erotic library, in the Wilson's closet. Finding the library, and reading it, brought her knowledge, of sexual domination, and slavery.
Sandra had masturbated, before she found the books. Her fantasies, had always included, some form of force being used, to obtain her participation. She had found pleasure, in her juvenile fantasies, but never lust.
Her lust was, now aroused, by fantasies, of her enslavement. When Sandra found those fantasies, her orgasms became intense, and full. She could no longer remain silent, when she masturbated. Sandra was determined, to see her fantasies, became real.
Sandra had not aroused any lust, as she surveyed herself, in the mirror. She knew, exactly, how to do that. Sandra posed herself, in front of the mirror. She bowed her head, in submissiveness. Sandra pulled her arms, behind her back. She grasped her wrists, in her hands.
The effect was immediate, and powerful. It was as if, Sandra had taken an aphrodisiac. The musky scent, of her arousal, filled her nose. Through lowered eyes, she could see her nipples swell, with passion.
Sandra knelt onto the pillow, that lay on the floor, in front of her. She imagined Roy Wilson, standing before her. He was bared, to the waist. He was standing, with a whip in his hand. In Sandra's fantasy, she felt the whip, which Roy used, to force her legs apart.
Sandra was in, the classic pose, of a pleasure slave. She had read all about it, in the Wilson's library. Sandra's fantasy, had Roy stroking, his erection. He forced her, to do her own fore play, as he watched. She prepared herself, for her own violation.
The fantasy was powerful, in her mind. Sandra was soon convulsing in orgasm. She shielded her cries, with one hand, as she brought them forth, with the other hand. Sandra was no longer, able to stay upright. She fell onto her side, on the plush rug, and dreamed of her ravishment, at Roy's hand. She shuddered, in her pleasure.
When Sandra's orgasm, and after glow, subsided, she got up. She continued her preparation, for the prom, she was not going to. She knew, she was not going, to the prom. Her mother, and her father, believed, she was going, to the prom. As she returned to the preparations, for her enslavement, she thought about the events, that led her, to this night.
CHAPTER
Sandra had been, the Wilson's baby sitter, and house watcher, since her family moved into, their present home. Their house was three blocks away, from Joe Wilson's house. Joe Wilson, was her father's boss. They probably could not afford, the fancy house they lived in, if it had not been a perk, to get her father to move.
The move, was hard on Sandra. She had left, a stable environment, and life long, friends. The Wilson's, were socialites. They were constantly, on the go. It was a steady source of income, for Sandra. Like any, curious kid, Sandra had looked into everything, in the house, that was not locked. Sandra pried, and snooped, but never took anything.
The large, walk in closet, in the master bedroom, was always closed, and locked. About six months ago, Sandra was amazed to see, the closet, standing open. After that night, the Wilson's, never locked the closet. Sandra was excited, when she tucked the kids, into bed. She knew, she would explore the closet, as soon as they were settled, and asleep.
The closet was an erotic wonderland, for Sandra. The folding doors, shielded both ends, of the closet. The ends of the closet, were like dark alcoves. Sandra gasped, when she switched on the light, at Sharon Wilson's, end of the closet. Corsets, and various sexy outfits hung in a row. There was a dresser, against the wall. The dresser contained underwear, of various types, all of them sexy, and brief. The top two dresser drawers, contained sex toys, and various restraints.
The other end of the closet had a rack, built onto the wall. The rack contained, a variety of whips. On either side of the whips, was the small library. One side had, illustrations, and photos. The other side, had many volumes, of written erotica. All of the books, and pictures, had a common theme. That theme was sexual domination, and servitude.
The night that Sandra had found the library, she had her first real orgasm. Lying on the Wilson's, large, bed, Sandra viewed the illustrations, and photos. She fantasized herself, in positions of bondage, and servitude. Sandra's vagina, began to swell. She leaked secretions, from her open vagina, as she shuddered out, her first, real, orgasm.
Sandra's fantasies, since that night, were always of her sexual servitude, to her master. The master, in her mind, was always Roy Wilson. Sandra's orgasms were explosive, when she thought of Roy dominating her, and taking her virginity. Sandra's orgasms left her exhausted, and filled with pleasure.
Sandra was not sure, when the plan formed, in her mind. One day, it was just there. Once the plan formed, Sandra thought of nothing else. One night, three month's ago, Roy was driving her home, from babysitting. Sandra summoned all, of her courage.
"Roy, I was wondering, if you could take me to dinner, some time. Somewhere quiet, so we could talk. I've something, of a personal nature, I'd like to discuss."
"I'll make arrangements, and call you. I'd love to have dinner, with such a beautiful, young, woman."
Sandra blushed deeply.
"Thank you. I'll wait, for your call."
Sandra went straight to bed, that night. She masturbated herself, into exhaustion.
Sandra met Joe, at the restaurant. It was a small, quite fancy place. When Sandra gave her name, she was escorted, to a secluded table, in the back of the restaurant. Joe arrived, shortly after she did. Joe took over the ordering, and poured her a glass of wine. On regular occasions, throughout the meal, Joe refilled, her wine glass. When Joe spoke, at the end of the meal, Sandra was almost tipsy.
"Well Sandra, what is on your mind?"
Sandra was blushing. She felt a little tongue tied, as she spoke.
"I've been thinking of college. I want to go, but my family can't afford to send me. I've made good grades, but not good enough to get a scholarship. It's quite expensive, to go to college, now days. I've made a budget, that I think, will cover it."
Sandra reached into her purse. She produced an envelope. She handed it, to Roy.
"I need to earn this much money, this summer."
Roy looked at the figures, then spoke, with a laugh.
"You can't earn that kind of money, babysitting. Even if I gave you, a cushy job in my office, you still, would not make that much money. Do you have something in mind?"
Sandra blurted it out, before she lost her courage.
"I'm willing to sell myself to you, as a slave, for the summer."
Joe laughed lightly, as he spoke.
"This is, quite, unexpected. It's a bold plan. Are you sure?"
Sandra was blushing, furiously.
"I'm quite sure."
Sandra looked around, to be sure that she was unobserved, as she peeled off her shoulder straps, and bra straps, from her shoulders. Sandra bared her breasts to him. Sandra spoke, with her shoulders back, and her head bowed.
"I think, I'm well qualified, for the job."
Sandra looked up, with a sly smile.
"I understand that experience is not required, or desired. I am perfect, for the job. I have no experience, in this field."
Sandra recovered her breasts.
"I assure you, I'm a virgin, in every way."
Joe was smiling.
"I've already made, my summer plans."
Sandra's shoulders, and her aura, dropped.
"However, I might be able to adjust my plans, to include you. I will have to think about it. I'll let you know."
Joe reached across the table. He fondled Sandra's tits.
"It's an inviting offer."
Joe removed his hand, and returned to small talk, through the rest of the meal.
Joe drove Sandra home, after the dinner. He stopped the car, in a park, along the way. He turned in the seat, to look at her.
"It's a lot of money. I want to check out, the merchandise."
Joe was quite intimate, in his inspection. He kissed, and fondled, Sandra, until she was panting, with desire.
" The package is fine. I need to know, if you are cooperative."
Joe was smiling broadly, as he pulled out his erection.
"A slave is obedient, to her master. Suck my cock, little pleasure slave."
Sandra blushed deeply, as she followed her orders.
Sandra had never sucked a cock, before. She was not sure, if she was doing it right. She used all of her imagination, as she took the erection, into her mouth. Sandra's jaw was getting tired, when she, finally, felt Joe's erection, swell in her mouth, as he rose to his orgasm.
Joe became rough, as he handled Sandra's head. He filled her mouth, with his semen, in powerful spurts, deep into the back, of her mouth. Sandra wanted more.
Joe let her off, with a, deep, kiss, and a, light, fondle.
Sandra went immediately, to bed. She masturbated herself, into exhaustion. She, finally, slipped into a fitful sleep. Her hand was as tired, as her jaw had been, in the car, with Joe. Sandra's dreams were insistent, and deeply erotic. That morning, she was still tired, as she rose to her day.
Last month, the Wilson's had invited Sandra, and her parents, to dinner at their house. After dinner, Joe talked to them, in the living room.
