OK, so I've always been a very submissive young woman, particularly when in the company of older ladies. But that doesn't make me a lesbian, right? Nevertheless, that's how I ended up where I am right now.
Hi, my full name is Chastity Michelle Hudson. I'm an 18-year old girl who is 5'7" tall, I have short blonde hair, fair skin, and a slender, petite figure. I'm very proud of my body, and for a while there I seriously considered becoming a teen model, or possibly even an actress. But those were dreams that never happened, or at least haven't happened yet. What DID happen is interesting enough.
My father died back when I was only eleven, and for a while there my mother supported us both by working at the local bank here in Spring Hill, where she came into contact with a lot of wealthy men. Over time she began dating again, only in my opinion most of the guys she brought home were duds. It was during my senior year in high school that she got re-married, and my new stepfather was the worst of an already bad lot. I hated the way he'd look at me, and he developed an increasingly bad habit of entering my bedroom without knocking. That would have bothered me even had he been my REAL father, but with a stepfather such behavior was downright intolerable.
I made it clear to my mom that I loathed the man, but she wasn't about to openly side with me as she felt that she owed him loyalty as his wife, which I understand but still thought to be totally unfair. The guy even had this small camcorder that he'd occasionally take out when my mother wasn't around, following me around shooting video, always during those times when I happened to be wearing short shorts or in my swimsuit, getting disgusting pervert-video while asking me stupid questions like: "what's Chastity up to today?" And don't think I couldn't tell that he was zooming in on my ass the whole time. Like I said, really, really creepy.
Nevertheless, I put up with it until one day when my wild-child-friend Iris phoned to tell me that she was running away from home and begged me to join her. I call Iris my "wild-child friend" because she's everything that I'm not, meaning that she drinks and smokes and even has three tattoos (at least three that I'm aware of). Normally I'd have tried to talk her out of it, but not this time. I'd had enough of my stepfather's leering creepiness and wanted out myself. And so when Iris drove over to my house that Wednesday morning I was packed and ready to go, and off we went to Dayton where she said her aunt would allow us to stay with her. Only we never got that far.
Iris had college friends at State University with whom she said we could stay the night free of charge, but they turned out to be really ghetto, doing drugs and everything, and so we changed our minds about sleeping there. But we still needed money to travel, and so when one of them, an older guy named Todd, promised that he'd pay us each fifty bucks if we'd help him pick up some of his belongings, we agreed. Anyway, to make a long story short, what he really wanted us to do was act as his "look-outs" while he broke into this other guy's place to steal stuff. Instead, however, the idiot triggered a silent alarm and the police arrived, catching him in the act. Of course, Todd quickly confessed everything, including the part about Iris & I acting as his lookouts, and so we both end-up being arrested and hauled off to jail with him!
I remember that pretty much everybody at the county lock-up seemed irritable and in really bad moods for some reason while they were booking us. I also remember that I cried the entire time. It was a scary place to be. Iris didn't help matters any by abandoning me almost immediately to look out for herself after they placed us in a holding cell with eight other women, several of whom viewed us younger girls with interest as we were ushered inside. Iris hissed at me to stop crying, before then proceeding to sit down alongside a scary-looking biker chick who seemed pleased with her company. In fact, I noticed that within minutes the woman running her hand up Iris's thigh, while another dykey & even scarier-looking heavyset female-inmate began motioning for me to come and sit on her lap, which I (fortunately) didn't have to do because the black lady jailer must have felt sorry for me or something because she chose that instant to open the door and move me into an empty, adjoining cell where I could be alone. I remember that her name was Corporal Shirley-something-or-other, and she even remained with me for a few minutes, calming my fears and gently discussing my current predicament and how it could best be resolved.
"Jail is really no place for a pretty little thing like yourself," I remember her saying in her comforting drawl. "There's no reason for you to stay here."
I nodded in agreement, tears welling-up in my eyes.
"I can't say the same thing about your friend," she added. "She almost looked like she enjoyed being in there with those lady criminals!"
It's true. Iris really did seem almost at home, allowing that other girl to paw at her.
Corporal Shirley then assured me that everything was going to be alright, and that early tomorrow morning I'd be appearing before Judge Alina Spencer in the courtroom annex, and that my best bet might be to throw myself upon the mercy of the court as I really didn't have any prior criminal record to complicate things. She then gave me a pillow and a blanket and told me to get some rest, which I did.
The next morning, a different guard entered and handed me a towel, telling me that it was time for me to wash up before my court appearance, which was in one hour.
"Don't be nervous," she added. "You'll be out of here quicker than you know it."
It was while I was showering that I became aware of two older ladies at the far end of the room boldly staring at me. I say "ladies" because they clearly weren't inmates - they were both way too well-dressed for that. As I was the only one in there showering, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. I glanced back at them, over my shoulder. They were both older, wealthy-looking, professional women, but the way they stared at me was almost what I'd have expected from a guy, ogling a wet naked girl as if she was wiggling her ass at the beach. I seriously wanted to cover myself, but with what? After conversing quietly with one another, they both eventually departed the room, one of them smiling & winking at me as they did so.
I soon after dried myself off and got dressed, after which I was then escorted to Judge Spencer's courtroom. I immediately noticed that the judge was one of the same two women who had been watching me in the shower.
"Miss Hudson," she said, addressing me with a smile. "I understand that you wish to enter a guilty plea?"
"Yes, your honor," I replied, stumbling over the wording that Shirley had coached me to say. "I'd like to offer myself upon the mercy of the court."
"Excellent," she said, with a bit of a twinkle in her eye. "I believe that we can accommodate you. In lieu of jail time, I have decided to instead sentence you to six months of servitude in the home of my dear friend, Mrs. Gladys Riverstoke, former headmistress of the prestigious Glendale School for Girls."
At this point she motioned to an attractive, well-dressed older woman sitting in the second row of the courtroom. I immediately recognized her as the OTHER woman who had been gazing at me while I took my morning shower, the one who had smiled & winked at me before leaving. Her eyes met my own. She was smiling again as she then slowly licked her lips. I blushed.
"Mrs. Riverstoke has kindly agreed to take you into her home," Judge Spencer continued. "She will be monitoring your education, while you in return will work for her and give her your complete obedience... do you understand, Miss Hudson?"
"Yes, ma'am, your honor," I replied, realizing that I really had no other choice. It was either go with this lady or remain in jail!
"If Mrs. Riverstoke should report to me that you are disobedient or have in any way displeased her, I shall have no choice but to remand you back here to serve out your remaining sentence in county-custody like a common criminal, do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," I repeated, in my frightened little-girl voice, glancing over at Mrs. Riverstoke. She nodded, appearing very pleased.
Ten minutes later I was escorted outside to her expensive-looking metallic-blue Cadillac ELR, where I then sat in silence as the woman drove home to her beautiful estate. Upon our arrival I followed her into a side entrance where I was handed over to a Mrs. Murphy, her housekeeper, who then took me to what would be my room for the next six-months. And finally, I was issued a black & white maid's outfit that I'd be required to wear.
The next morning, as I served tea in the drawing room, Mrs. Riverstoke remarked that my skirt was too long.
"That dress looks more suited for a maid in her forties," she laughed. "I'll have Mrs. Murphy shorten it."
