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An Examination for St. Mary's.
I opened the envelope with trembling fingers and took out the hand written invitation inside. I knew it was from Mistress Megan, the girl I couldn't keep from my mind for longer than five minuets these days; I had been anticipating something from her for days. But before I tell you what the invitation was for, maybe I should tell you a little bit about myself, for those of you who don't already know me.
Now what can I tell you? Maybe I should start with the basics. My name is Josie. I'm just the wrong side of thirty, have a tall figure that curves in just the right places, or at least so I've been told. I have long curly chestnut-brown hair and green eyes - so far so good. I'm into keeping fit; the normal stuff like gym three times a week and long runs that turn into walks in the country, but for years I have had a few sexual hang-ups that have ... how can I put it? That frustrated me ...
For longer than I care to admit, I tried hard to be a good straight girl. Dated nice guys and tried to enjoy 'normal' straight sex. I did flirt around with girls on and off and although, by my late twenties, I had decided I was definitely more lesbian than straight, there was till something missing from my life. I finally discovered that I love ... no, need, to be controled and told what to do to really be fulfilled sexually.
I love a beautiful woman to tell me how to dress, how to act, how to pose, in short I love for someone to take over control of my body and then experience the thrill and embarrassment that it brings, did I mention I love to be embarrassed? Told you I have a few ... hang-ups!
Please don't get me wrong; I don't like to be beaten ... spanked yes, but not beaten. I don't like to be spat on, or pissed on, for that matter, either (yuck!) - I'm still very much a 'girly' type girl.
So there I was, a frustrated submissive too shy to find a mistress, but then I met Mistress Megan. She had invited me round on three separate occasions, a couple of which I've written the accounts for, just as I experienced them. I was never to contact her but to await an invitation, just like the one I had just received.
As I held it in trembling fingers, with my pussy tingling, I read that it invited me to attend her apartment the coming Saturday, dressed as a student for my school medical. I frowned and wondered at where this was going to go. The invitation went on to explain that a nurse would be assisting Doctor Megan and that two of the school governors would be observing. There was an RSVP at the bottom of the card with Mistress Megan's mobile phone number; I picked up my phone and dialled and she quickly answered;
'Hi, this is Megan ... '
'Mistress ... this is Josie, I ... '
'Josie! You received the invite to my little party, that's great. What are you going to wear?'
'I ... err ... I haven't had time to give it much thought, Mistress. Umm, I hope you don't mind me asking but who the others will be? The, err, nurse and the two governors?' I heard Megan laugh and I felt a wave of love for her, picturing her beautiful face; I wondered what she was wearing? It was a nice day and ...
'Don't worry, Josie. They'll be friends and you'll like them. Now just be at my place at eight and remember to do everything and anything I ask, all right?'
'Yes, Mistress,' I whispered. 'What are you going to ...'
'I'm going to play with you, tease you and embarrass you. Make you blush a pretty pink, then sexually abuse you - is that what you want?'
There was a few moments of silence but only because I was so nervous to actually speak. 'Yes Mistress. Please just don't hurt me.' I felt so lame asking this and bit my lip as soon as I said it.
'Trust me, Josie. Now lets talk about how my favourite student should dress.'
Saturday evening waiting outside my apartment for the taxi I was feeling silly. My heart was hammering and, not for the first time, I was cross with myself for getting into a situation like this. I looked back up at my apartment windows and thought about going back up, scrubbing off the make-up and changing into my easy clothes for a night in front of the telly, but then the taxi pulled up.
I watched the houses pass by and tried to ignore the looks the driver was giving me in his mirror. I had a light coat on but my hair in pigtails and so much make-up must have been unusual to say the least. I opened my bag, took out my make-up bag and starred at my reflection in my tiny mirror. Big green eyes, long dark lashes, dark liner and far too much green eye shadow - I did like the red kiss-proof lipstick though. I ran my tongue over my upper lip then glanced guiltily at the driver's mirror; he wasn't watching.
The taxi came to a stop and after thrusting a twenty Euro note at the driver I got out on, what felt like, spaghetti legs. I knew the black heals would make me look and feel great when I was with Mistress Megan, but they were such a pain to wear. As the taxi drove away I made my way up to the front door and nervously rang the bell, I was buzzed in and ushered up to Megan's apartment on the third floor.
'Come in, Josie,' said Megan, holding the door wide for me. 'Take your coat off and hang it there next to the others will you.' She smiled at me then whispered, 'don't look so scared, enjoy yourself. You know you love this.' I nodded and took off my coat.