I sat in the back of the taxi doing some last minute primping. My fingers smoothed candy apple lip gloss over my pouty lips. Carefully I wiped my fingers on the tissue in my bag. I stretched my legs out slowly examining the seams on my silk stockings.
Perfect. I was becoming perfect. A perfect submissive. I still have so much left to give as I am still learning after all. I don’t know when I first wanted to be a submissive. It was just part of me, like when I started preferring women. That was almost 5 years ago.
Looking backing on it now I can’t even remember how it started. That’s a total lie; I do. I remember very clearly, every detail.
Smoke. It starts with smoke and her. Watching her smoke relaxed me. I really needed to relax. This was such a big night for me and her, and I was an absolute mess. Here she was Ava Montrose, smoking a cigarette and looking so serene.
I have this thing: I fall in love with people easily over the littlest things. Like Ava and her cigarettes, or Christopher and his leather. I shook my thoughts free again to focus my vision back to Ava.
“What?” I said softly my voice felt dry.
Ava laughed stroking my hair, as she spoke “I said, you want to come back with me?”
I blinked.
We didn’t know each other that well. I met Ava a few weeks ago at some loud club. We hit it off and she bought me a drink.
Flash forward and here we are. I nodded and she leaned forward kissing me softly. I followed her out carefully climbing over the clusters of bored kids whereas Ava did not.That was kind of just how she is.
As I stood there kissing her in the rain feeling her body grow into mine I couldn’t help myself.
Her apartment was modest and messier than I expected but nice. I felt sleepy so I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Ava’s arms were firmly around my waist. I felt her lips against my ear. I couldn’t hear what she was saying.
* * *
“Courtney, honey wake up.” Ava said softly nudging me awake.
“I’m up, I’m up.” I said groggily, the pieces of last night coming back together and I couldn’t help but smile. Ava smiled back her smile seemed playful yet somehow sinister.
“Cinnamon.” Ava whispered it.
A warmth built up in my pussy and spread a moan left my lips. I was having an orgasm. My hands clawed at the sheets. I was so embarrassed but I couldn’t stop.
Ava’s hands were on my thighs spreading them wide. She sat there watching my convulsing pussy with a sense of wonder.
I was shocked. Sitting there in my own wet spot as Ava walked away I was totally confused yet pleased. Little did I know that was just the beginning.
I paid the cabbie proper fare and turned walking toward the hotel. I could swear I felt the cabbie’s eyes watching my ass as I walked away. Just a few weeks ago I would’ve hurried away, but now I reveled in it. The hotel was ritzier than I could have ever imagined. Elegance, it was sheer elegance, Ava was teaching how to be more elegant and carry myself more like a lady less like a street kid.
My suit was a black little blazer and miniskirt thing with a crimson colored top. Ava’s choice not mine but, it did look very lovely I had to admit. Ava didn’t tell me who I was meeting with, just that I would be meeting someone. That’d be okay except I was told I had to whatever they said. I knew it’d be purely sexual, Ava had found out one of my most taboo fantasies, fucking strangers.
I practiced swinging my hips as I walked down the plush hallway to room 567. My hand was visibly shaking as I knocked on the door. Rustling noises could be heard from within, I watched the knob turn it was too late to run. I could only ponder why I did this, did I really love Ava that much?
The man who answered the door was totally not my type. He was older, he looke around 60 or so. He had little hair and a visible pot belly. It was almost as if Ava chose him because I would be so repulsed. She had been denying me an orgasm for a solid week. I had to give a stellar performance or no more orgasms in my future.
“You must be Clover.” Said the man using my submissive name given to me just two weeks ago by Ava. I was no longer Courtney, I probably could never be again.
“Yeah, thats me.” I said with a fake smile. He invited me in, closing the door behind me.
The room was nice, really nice, it was big I was guessing it was the honeymoon suite. I sat on the dark wood chair facing the bed. The lights were dim, he had really set things up.
“Would you like a drink Clover?” He asked examining the mini bar the hotel laid out.
“A Vodka and Red Bull, if you have it.” I answered meekly.
“Sure do.” He said with a smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, maybe he’d just wanted dirty talk. He brought me my drink, I sipped it gently.
“By the way, my name’s Derek.” He said sitting on the bed across from me.
I nodded sipping my drink again.
“Candy girl.” He said it firmly.
Suddenly, I was aroused and he looked like a sex god, I wanted him. My cunt pressed against the chair. Derek looked delighted.
“I want you to put this on.” He said handing me a thick black dog collar. Yes, it was a dog collar not a sub collar. I took it and obediently fastened it around my neck.
“Good, nipples.” He said softly. I knew what I was supposed to do or rather my hands did. I pulled down my top exposing my barely B cup breasts to him, and started stroking my nipples.
“What?” I said softly confused. I watched Derek undo his pants and pull down his boxers. His cock was huge, I heard older men had massive cocks compared to boys my age. I’d always theorized it was due to radiation. In the back of my mind I was thinking “He’s old enough to be my grandfather.” however my active mind was thinking “Spank me, use me”
“Nipples.” He growled grabbing his cock at the base.