When I returned to Anya's room a few hours later, she was still writing. She stood up from her desk immediately and came to kneel at my feet; hugging my knees as had become her ritual.
"I see you have been writing," I said.
"Yes Sir."
"Let me see." Anya passed me a small black book. I sat down to read as she knelt at my feet.
Dear Sir,
This is my first diary entry. I hope it meets with your approval. I have been very excited to become your girl... not sure if I should consider myself your girl, your pet or your slave, but I am sure you will tell me how you think of me when you're ready. I have to confess that I have been watching you, Sir, for a few weeks now, and getting more excited by the day, as I have been getting closer and closer to the moment when I could introduce myself to you.
I looked up at Anya. She must have guessed what I had just read as she was blushing and looking down at the floor. Though I was surprised, it made sense in its own way—made sense of today's events in a way that coincidence just didn't account for.
It occurred to me that I could take advantage of the position of your room and mine, and pretend that I thought you were following me, when in fact, I knew exactly where you were going all along. I wonder if you can imagine, Sir, how thrilling it was for me to have you follow me to your room and submit myself to you. My heart was beating—no THUNDERING in my chest as I spoke to you outside your room.
But now that I have submitted myself to you, and, to show you that I hold no secrets from you, I must tell you that we did not meet through coincidence but through my own devices. If you feel I have done wrong, I will, of course, accept whatever punishment you feel is appropriate.
I looked up again, to see Anya still kneeling, eyes averted as I read on.
You wanted to know about my sexual experience. You know I am submissive. Perhaps you don't yet realise that I am bisexual. I thought I would tell you about an experience I had recently with a girl I met at a party.
I was at a party at the beginning of term; it was in town at the house of a friend of a friend. I had got split up from my friends—it turned out that, when they were ready to go they couldn't find me and left without me... while I had just been in the loo. Anyway, there I was, by myself at this party, drinking beer from a bottle and dancing a little at the edge of the "dance floor". As I glanced around the room, I realised that there was a girl staring at me. She was a little taller than me, and wearing gorgeous thigh length boots, a black leather mini-skirt and a black leather vest. Her hair was done up, piled on her head and she was smiling over at me. There seemed to be a couple of guys both trying to get her attention, but she was looking at neither of them—muttering something occasionally, and looking at me.
I looked behind me, and realised that she really was staring at me, and no one else. My face flushed and I could feel my heart beating. She smiled and blew me a kiss—which just made me blush all the more.
She seemed to excuse herself from the boys either side of her and walked directly over to me. I put my bottle to my lips and drank the rest of my beer—just holding the empty bottle, so my hands had something to do.
"Hi", she said.
