My submissive desires
My longing to be dominated by another girl first arose as a teenager with a huge crush on a classmate. The age of innocence. Time moves on and nowadays my mistresses don’t last long because they all sound alike, which they probably get from watching porn.
I was forever looking for a genuine mistress, not BDSM or men, but another female who simply wanted to use me for her personal pleasure and enjoyment.
Another submissive girlfriend gave me a phone number. She told me she knew a girl called Jane who I might find interesting and told me what she knew about her. She’s eighteen, an ex-drug user (recovered) and on welfare benefits. I wasn’t really sure about all that, but I gave her a call and she invited me to visit her as a sort of introduction to each other.
Meeting my teen mistress
I walked into her bedsit (studio apartment) and I was surprised. Her room wasn’t dirty just untidy. Jane sat on a chair facing me; a teen girl and hardly a mistress type. Dressed in a grubby T-Shirt and jeans, slim even thin, but nice looks and five foot two inches tall. I suspected she wasn’t serious and expected her to laugh or be embarrassed, but I stood before her expecting the usual kiss my feet response.
Jane looked up at me and said in a quiet voice, “Have you come to serve me?”
I said, “Yes.”
She smiled and said, “Yes what?”
I replied, “Yes mistress” and knelt before her.
I’m twenty-eight years old and ten years older than her, but this small teen put me in my place right from the start.
Straight away I knew she was different. She wasn’t laughing and it didn’t feel like she was acting or role-playing either. She seemed to genuinely want to use and humiliate me, which is what I also wanted her to do.
Her rules were simple, obey and worship her. She leaned forward until she was inches from my face and at the last second I knew what was coming as she hawked and spat in my face. I felt her spit dribbling down my face but didn’t see her right hand come up and slap me hard across my cheek.
I stayed kneeling my head bowed, but spat on and slapped by a teen- the humiliation I felt and the power she had over me felt wonderful.
My submission
She told me to lift up my skirt, take my knickers off and sit facing her with my legs spread. She looked down between my legs and said, “Open your pussy.” I opened my lips with my fingers, and she leaned forward and had a good look. She then spent the next five minutes destroying me. Sitting on the floor at her feet with my legs open, she made me admit I sucked cocks and swallowed cum, let my boyfriends fuck me in the arse, and told me I was just another dirty slut and she would use me like one.
I felt my face flush with shame, and if I had any self-confidence and respect left, she took it from me.
Training me
She told me to cover myself up and said. “I’ll train you to obey and worship me.”
She walked over to the corner of the room and fetched a small white laundry bag. She opened it and told me to put my face over it. The smell of strong sweat immediately hit me. She told me it was her dirty exercise clothing and to smell her natural scent. Reaching in, she pulled out some clothing, dirty panties and a pair of sweaty socks and rubbed them into my face.
It sounds gross now, but I was breathing in through my nose and I loved the scent of her sweat. It had taken her less than ten minutes to completely own me. I think she knew my panties were as damp as her dirty ones and it wasn’t with sweat!
She told me she would put me to work cleaning, tidying up, washing and attending to her personal needs. When not required, I would remain sitting or kneeling to await her further wishes.
Her days were spent on the computer finding men to date and fuck her, dancing to music which she was very good at and watching TV. Occasionally, some of her friends would visit and I was to act normally as a relation who was also visiting her.
Serving my Mistress
Jane was extremely lazy and entitled, which was her right as my mistress. She would drop things on the floor and snap her fingers for me to pick up. Under her supervision, I would also carefully prepare her clothes for her one-night stand dates.
The next time I came, she would show me her cum stained panties and order me to smell them and lick the dried stains while describing how she’d enjoyed being fucked. Of course, I was jealous but it was part of my humiliation.
I was required to follow her to the toilet (bathroom), kneel and wipe her pussy or bottom when she’d finished and when she had a shower I would dry her, dress her and help with her makeup and tell her how sexy she looked compared to me.
Often she’d take off her dirty panties, wipe her bottom with them and put them in my mouth which amused her.
Occasionally she’d use my mouth as her pee toilet and for a few days every month she would laugh as she squatted over my face and lowered her used tampon straight out of her pussy into my mouth and tell me to suck it. I’d never done this before but soon got used to it.
Very occasionally, she let me lick her pussy and drink her cum, but not often and only for her own sexual relief. I got my pleasure from the humiliation she provided me with.
That was just the beginning, but that’s another story. As my mistress, had she wanted to use me for sex she was perfectly entitled to do so, but she preferred men for sex and I preferred being used by dominant women.
Goodbye Jane
All good things come to an end and at her age, Jane eventually found a boyfriend to look after her who I’ve no doubt will be kneeling at her feet as I write, such was her power.
Jane was content to demean and humiliate me for her pleasure as was her right. I was used, abused and humiliated to the point of tears and I loved every minute of it.
I look back on my time as Jane’s slave as the best humiliating experience I’ve ever had and doubt I’ll find another like her.
