Submissive Discovery

"Are you ok? You keep looking at your phone." My friend asking caught me off guard as I was glancing down.

I laughed and returned my attention to my friends. "I was just checking the time," I replied, rejoining the conversation.

It was one of those nights. Dinner was fine, but I found myself so distracted. To my friends, I seemed normal. My shy and sweet self. No one would ever guess the naughty, slutty things running through my mind.

I kept trying to push them out of my head, and focus on the civil conversation at the table. Work, travel, jobs.

But I couldn't help shifting in my seat, the ache getting stronger as the meal dragged on. The wine wasn't helping.

I sweetly said goodbye to my friends and came home, poured myself another glass, and slipped into bed, searching for a naughty video to watch. Suddenly I came across a chat room.

It must have been the wine. But I felt the urge to join.

I closed my legs a little tighter. The ache between them immediately stinging a little more.

I was only in a moment when a window appeared.

"Hello little one."

Those three words made me freeze.

"I don't belong here," I told myself. "Good girls don't go into these rooms and think these thoughts. Go to bed and sleep it off."

But I couldn't move. Until my fingers did.

"Hello."

It was all I could type.

There was a pause in your typing.

"I'm being stupid. I need to go to bed" I told myself again, and was about to shut my laptop when I saw you typing.

"Are you a true submissive little one?"

I felt my face blushing. A total stranger asking me the question I was struggling to answer myself.

I froze again.

"I don't like to be kept waiting little one."

Slowly I typed back.

"I'm...not sure. I guess I've always wondered if I am. I've had fantasies, but how do I know if it's deeper than that?"

My head was spinning from the wine. Or was it the adrenaline? Why didn't I just go to sleep?

But I couldn't stop.

My legs were closed firm together, as if I spreading them would make me burst. But my eyes were glued to the screen.

You were silent again.

I felt my face burning, waiting, wanting you to respond.

Finally you began to type.

"Well little one. What brought you here tonight?"

I was starting to relax. After all, this is just a chat room, and a mostly innocent conversation. I told myself chatting with you would reassure me I'm just a little tipsy and horny and nothing more.

"All day I've just been a little worked up. I was at dinner and found my thoughts wandering."

You sent a smile. "And what were you thinking about little one?"

I took a sip from my glass to relax.

"Well it's a little embarrassing to say. But, I've just been feeling an ache all day. I wasn't really thinking about anything in particular. I guess I'm just a little horny."

"Be honest little one. Were your panties damp?"

I choked on my wine. I've never been asked this question by anyone other than a boyfriend, and even then they were usually too shy to say something like that. And here a total stranger is asking. But for some reason, I wanted to answer.

"Yes..they were." I stared at the words as I sent them. Shocked that I just admitted.

"And they weren't just a little wet were they little one? Tell me, have your little panties been soaked all day?"

I didn't even need my drink to respond. Just admitting it felt like a small release, like a secret I'd been carrying around.

"Yes..they have."

"And they've been soaked since you woke up haven't they little one? Did you touch yourself in them to try and make the urge go away?"

"Go to bed, go to bed what are you doing?" my brain screaming at me.

"I did."

"But it didn't help did it little one? You played with yourself when you woke up, and showered and tried to go about your day, but you've been leaking into your little panties all day long, is that right little one?"

My face was on fire from blushing. But you kept typing.

"And be honest, this didn't just happen today. You often wake up and go to bed in damp little panties, don't you little one?"

I had crossed my legs by this point and slid my blanket off. The room was getting too hot. I was shocked by your bluntness. But more shocked that you knew the truth.

"Yes..it happens all the time..no matter what I do. If I shower or touch myself or walk it off, it seems like it happens all the time. Is that normal?" My heart was racing a bit faster, embarrassed and excited to finally be admitting my secret.

"It's perfectly normal little one. But let's keep going. Tell me, were you at friends with dinner?"

"Yes I was."

"But they had no idea did they? What you were really thinking about and what was happening between your thighs, they probably thought you were having a nice little meal. And be honest little one, did it make your panties wetter knowing you were stuck there and couldn't do anything about it?"

I found myself holding my breath as you typed.

"It did. The more I tried to ignore it the worse it got. And the more I thought about coming home to fix it the worse it got. I was afraid someone was going to notice somehow."

I was typing faster, without pauses, anxious for it to be your turn to reply.

"And tell me little one, what if one of the guys somehow knew? Or the waiter? What if they knew that the sweet innocent girl at the dinner table can't stop soaking her little panties every day? How would that make you feel little one?"

This time I paused. I wanted to have to think about this, but my body knew the answer before I did.

"I think it would make me feel dirty, but good, almost special," I wrote, shifting in my bed, my legs still tight together.

"And it would make your panties even wetter, wouldn't it little one?"

"Yes..it would....is that normal?" I was starting to feel embarrassed and ridiculous for sharing this with a stranger online. I need to go to bed...

"It's perfectly normal little one. For a true submissive."

My face and skin was burning. I re-read the words and wanted to shut my computer. My brain was screaming that you didn't know what you were talking about. But my body was betraying me.

"Am I right little one? And you've always known haven't you?"

My wine was gone. And I couldn't stand up to get more, and I would never be able to fall asleep. Not now.

"Be honest little one.."

My hands hovered on the keys for another minute, until I finally placed them down.

"Yes...I guess I've always known. But what should I do now?"

"Well little one, I was hoping you'd ask me that. Would you like me to teach you?"

My heart was racing and I found myself nodding in my room.

"Yes...but how can you?"

"Well for starters little one, I know you've been dripping into your little panties and they must be a mess. You don't have to tell me, if you're a true little submissive, I know they are. Go and clean yourself up, but don't touch yourself. Change into a clean pair of panties, put your pajama pants back on, lay back down and close your legs fast together. Tell me when you're ready."

I laid there, staring at your words. "STOP. Go to sleep!" my brain was screaming. Slowly and wobbly, I stood up. It was hard to even walk. I wanted to touch myself but the urge to follow your instructions was even stronger.

I grabbed a towel and gasped as I slid my panties down, both feeling and seeing how soaked and creamy they were. "What's wrong with me?" I wondered to myself. "Why can't I control the this?!"

It was both calming and torture as I wiped myself clean, the small amount of pleasure from briefly touching myself.

I took out fresh pair and slipped them on, redressed and laid back down bringing my legs back together. You had typed while I changed.

"Did you do as you were told little one?"

I blushed again.

"Yes..I followed your instructions. Now what?"

"And tell me little one, how soaked were your panties?"

My face was burning again.

"Um, very."

"Be descriptive little one."

"Go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep..."

I ignored my brain.

"They were creamy and soaked all the way through the fabric. Almost to my pants. It was also all between my thighs."

I can feel myself getting more bold. I want to explore this while I have the courage. To follow your instructions and finally just release and sleep.

"Mmm good girl little one. Now go to sleep."

"Wtf?!" I shouted out loud, startling myself and sitting up in my bed. Before I could type you responded.

"Are you disappointed little one?"

I was feeling bold and empowered. "Yes...I am, I was hoping..."

"Good little one. I knew you'd be. This isn't punishment, just a test. When you wake, if your panties are soaked again, you will want to email me. Then little one, our training will begin."

You signed offline before I could respond, leaving only your email.

I could already feel myself dripping into the clean fabric. I shook my head and started to close our conversation.

"Just play with yourself and cum and you'll forget this in the morning."

But I couldn't.

I left our conversation open, and laid down, closing my legs.

I wanted to obey you...

to be continued...