This is the first in a series of "stand alone" stories of a female submissive/slave who will come to be known as "sclabh". While there is certainly a difference (subtle to some, not so subtle to others) between a submissive and slave this will be played out as time progresses. Much of what appears in the series is from my (its) experiences as a slave and occasionally when allowed by its Mistress a top. Enjoy!
It all began in my college years, a game of strip poker, a bet for a blowjob or a bet to be a slave for a day; it had always seemed more fun "to lose". I played these games with my boyfriend and even with my female roommates. Fast forward to after college, I always had kept in excellent shape by running long distance and playing volleyball and never seemed to be at a loss for "friends" of both sexes. People say I'm attractive and I guess I'll just leave it at that as discussing my body always made me self conscious. After graduation, I applied for and was accepted by the local police force. I did have to fend off some of the testosterone filled academy recruits, but the demands of the academy went fine. The hard part was keeping my preference for other woman and my submissive traits locked away. Graduation came and went; I cleared probation and was just another police officer, well almost...
I was driving my cruiser down a suburban street when a routine vandalism call came in. With clipboard in hand, I knocked on the door of this "McMansion" style house to take the obligatory report when the most stunning redhead opened the door. My knees got weak and I felt a wetness seep onto my not so regulation thong. I stumbled through the report and just keep looking at this goddess. She was dressed in a short jean skirt and a tank top. She was maybe thirty-two or so, about eight years my senior. Her red hair was a tad longer than shoulder length, highlighting gorgeous firm tits. Of course I was on the stairs standing just below her, almost eyelevel with her crotch and a set of tight, shapely legs. Her green eyes were like lasers burning thru my uniform. It was all I could do not to tilt my head so I would look up her skirt. Our bodies were similar with expectation of my short police issue blond hair and of course mine was covered with my navy blue uniform. She seemed to have an aura of superiority about her that was not condescending but rather alluring with an unquestionable sexy smirk. I took the required information and left. I fantasized about Ms. Brigit O'Toole for the rest of my shift; I had to see her again.
I went to her house the very next day on the pretext of needing more information for the report and in my best police officer voice, I asked, "May I come in?"
Once in the kitchen I tried to think up questions that I had missed in the initial report. It never happened. On the kitchen table, in plain view was a riding crop, nothing else, just the crop. Flustered, I said, "Oh, I see you ride", which was the best question I could seem to muster.
"No", was all she said. That smirk was back and bigger than ever. The silence was so great I could hear the blood pounding in my ears and my pussy juices gushed...I had to smell of sex and she had to have noticed! I tried to stammer out some questions with no luck and then Brigit took over. She found out I worked until five and said why you don't get the answers you're looking for over a glass of wine. Brigit reached for my arm, walked me to the door and told me to be back at 6:00.
I knocked on the door at exactly 6:00 and was met by Brigit. She was wearing a white silk low cut blouse that highlighted her dark colored bra. This met a soft black leather mini, nylon and heels that gave her about three inches my 5'7" height. I was invited in.
The crop still sat alone on the table. She abruptly turned and walked into a Great room; I followed. Things moved fast, a blur actually.
Brigit looked at me and said, "We both know why you're here, don't we?"
I couldn't even elicit a response.
"Would you care for a glass of wine?"
I could only mumble "Please."
"Sit", Brigit said, as she walked to get the wine.
I sat on the sofa and tried to control my breathing and my pussy and failed at both.
