Mother’s Daughter    by: Dee

 

(Part 3) A Year of Firsts

Daddy came into my room the following morning, lightly shaking me awake.

"How is my little Princess doing this morning?" he asked.

I was irritable, grouchy, had a bad headache, feeling bloated, my belly was giving me some bad cramping pains, and I could feel a heavy wetness around my vagina. "Daddy please just get the hell out of my room." I grumbled, while pulling my covers up around me. I did not want him to notice how badly my bedding was wet. "I don’t feel soo good and need mommy." I cried out, as he turned to leave. If I had been able to see his face when he walked out the door, I would have noticed a slight smile of concern on his face. His little girl was experiencing her first period and he knew that for the next several days I would be really hard to please.

A short while later mommy came in with a mixed look of concern and displeasure on her face. "Melissa," she started in a severe tone.

"Dam," I thought. "here it comes mother was going to read me the riot act and I have no dea why. I need mommy’s help not having her tell me I have done something wrong. Arghhhh," another thought was emerging as well."

" What is happening why am I stuck here, why am I lying in this bed, this room, and looking up at Shawna in arrrrrrgggggg ohhhh the pain in my belly and head and whattttt nooooo, in my my my my vaggggginnna." Mother touched me firmly but gently and that bad thought from deep inside me once again disappeared. I was once again mommy’s little girl. Of course this little girl was going through her first period and was not happy and was feeling some bad pains all over her young teenage body.

"I can understand that you are not feeling that bright right now," Mother stated. "but the language that you used with your father was uncalled for. When we go downstairs for breakfast this morning you will apologize for you poor manners is that understood young lady."

"Yes mommy." I quietly intoned. Whew that was not as bad as mother could have been. Mother pulled the sheet and comforter away from me and at first I tried to stop her from doing so and therefore hide from her how soaked with blood my bedding was. Her firm, yet gentle handling though broke through my defenses and soon she could see how much pain and misery this first menstrual period of mine was causing me. Instead of being angry with me for not taking better care of myself, mother sat down on my bed and pulled me close to her blossom, providing me with her warmth her comforting calming touch as she had the night before. She held me close to her for several long minutes during which tears of pain and sorrow flowed from me.

Soothingly, mother began to tell me how as a girl grows her body changes so that when the girl becomes a woman she can give life to children. I sort a remembered mommy telling me this last night as she was explaining to me what this agonizing moment in my young life was. The only thing I could really think about now was that this menstrual period as mother called it was causing me sooooo much discomfort, soooo much pain, that I just wished it would goo away and never ever ever come back. Mother finally coaxed me out of bed again though and back into my bathroom, where I stripped out of my panties soaked with blood. The little pad mother had placed in my panties the night before was ruined and I thought that there was no way I could ever replace it. When mother came into the bathroom a short while later I was taking a nice hot relaxing shower which did help to take away some of the pain. Mommy noticed that my panties and the pad were soaked with blood and when I tried to tell her that the pad was ruined she quietly told me that when the pad has been used it is tossed away. With that mommy dropped the pad in the wastebasket. She had brought in a change of clothes for me which consisted of my favorite pink ruffled panties and matching bra, a pair of jeans, white ankle socks, and a baby blue rose flowered blouse.

After dressing and noticing that my jeans appeared a little tighter then usual, and that my bra was making my titties itch, which mommy explained was due to the bloating and the itching was due to an increased sensitivity to any type of contact. She explained that I would have these problems during my periods. We left the bathroom to head downstairs for breakfast. Once again I noticed that mommy had changed my bedding.

When we entered the kitchen, I noticed that daddy was putting the finishing touches on breakfast. I moved over to him tentatively and hugged him really close.

"Daddy," I began. "I am sooo sorry for being rude to you earlier." While I was saying this I felt another feeling surging through me. It was sooooo strange, my belly was tingling with a warm feeling and my vagina began to pulsate warmly. I did not know that this feeling was something that us girls feel whenever we were having our periods and that we had to guard against giving into them or we would have some bad months ahead after giving into those feelings. All I knew was that they made the pain of my first period seem to subside just a little and that I liked a whole lot.

"Princess, my little grown up princess you know I forgive you." daddy simply stated.

I stepped back from hugging him and finally noticed that he was wearing the apron mommy had given two weeks ago when we were cooking dinner. I had grown to love that apron and all the ideas that it conveyed. It was my apron and once the strange hormonal imbalances that my period was causing, brought out a glare of anger which mother acted upon by swatting my backside firmly. Ouch that swat had hurt and I knew that whenever I did not present with the behavior of a sweet young lady that I would receive many more such swats on my ass end. Mother’s swats would serve to remind me that I had to get a handle on myself even while going through this dreaded menstrual period. I was beginning to think this was more of a curse then a blessing as mother had told me it was.

Later that day mother and I went shopping at the local drug store for supplies which I would need for my periods. She pointed out to me the wide variety of pads and a group of items called tampons. She also pointed out several types of medications for pain due to my period and bottles of fluids for cleansing my vaginal area. We picked up several boxes of pads for me and two boxes of tampons for teenage girls. While we had been shopping I began to take a closer look at the boys that were moving about. I would look at them as they passed by and feel a sweet warm feeling in my belly. Mother noticed this with a slight smile on her face, but did not mention how she saw me brighten whenever a boy was close by. We had also picked up a bottle of Midol and three boxes of supplies for cleansing my vaginal opening. Several of the older boys had noticed the supplies mother and I had picked up and whispered amongst themselves. I wondered what they were whispering about but mother was not allowing me the chance to find out for we paid for my supply of feminine hygiene items and left the store. That night mother patiently guided me in inserting my first tampon which brought forth the exclamation that it felt weird and slightly discomforting. Mother explained that I would get used to it and she would as usual be soooo right. I had a lot to learn from mother and she would be patient in teaching me the ways that a girl grows into womanhood. My period ended several days later and I was extremely happy to be done with it wishing of course that it would never return, but knowing that I would be CURSED for many years to come.

Over the course of the next several months I began to grow more and more aware of the changes of my sleek, slender and YES sexy body. My titties had begun to grow larger and I soon had a patch of fuzzy fur around my puffy vaginal lips. Two of the older girls on our cheerleading squad had also been noticing the changes in my body and on at least two occasions I heard them saying that "Melissa is growing pussy hairs." At first I did not know what they meant by the term "pussy hairs, but I learned that the word pussy is what guys had adopted as one of the various names for a girl’s vagina. Yes us girls also used the term pussy but we used it in a more affectionate manner. That is unless we were ticked off at another girl. I too soon learned to call my vagina a pussy and after a period of time that is how I learned to think of it. It was my sweet tender fuzzy fur covered pussy.

I was still shy around boys, cepting when I was on my damned cursed period, and it seemed that the first day of my period was a bloody mess. When I was having my period, I acted in a quite different manner around boys. I would act coyly, prancing about in short skirts, really tight jeans or a short dress. Always attempting to flirt openly with several boys. Of course when they took notice of this I would stop and stare at them with a mixture of venom, contempt, lust, and fury. I still did not have control of my behavior during my periods and daddy was quite often remarking that I was acting like a snotty little brat. I think it was during my third or was it even my fourth period, that I really took a liking to one of the boys on the football team and experienced my first deep throated kiss. Oh my god it was soooooooo strange at first and Billy was very tender with the kiss. It sent shivers up and down my spine. My pussy tingled like it had never before. I was sooo enthralled with the kiss and the way that Billy’s hands wandered lovingly up and down my pantied ass. I pressed against him and could feel a strange warmth coming from his body. The kiss ended after several seconds, but it felt like it had lasted almost two hours. Billy kept me wrapped in his arms and within days it was known around school that I was his girl. Well that sort-f put an end to my flirting with the other boys during my periods for know I might swish my heart shaped ass a little for them, but any serious flirting I kept for Billy and Billy only. He had taken me over his lap the one time I did try to flirt with several other boys and I knew after that one wicked paddling that my ass and my sweet sexy flirting would not be for anyone but him. I did not want to have his rough but at the same time gentle hands turning my ass end red again.

At the end of the football season, it had become well known that I was Billy’s girlfriend and I did not mind the attention that was bestowed upon me from my girlfriends. We went out to the local soda-shoppe to celebrate the victory of our school in the regional finals and that night I learned what makes a boy tick. Billy was really pleased with how me and the rest of the cheerleading team had provided the emotional support that they needed and was constantly rubbing up against me and french kissing while we were seated at the booth in the rear of the shoppe. Ummmmm I was really happy with the feelings that I was experiencing and wished for them to continue all night long. After two hours of celebration Billy suggested that we leave and spend some quiet time together, which we did.

At the park Billy looked at me, pulled me warmly into his arms and started kissing me tenderly at first. Ohhhhh the feeling of his tongue sliding into my mouth running all over my pearly white teeth, tickling my throat. I was in heaven, or so I thought. His hands were busy too. They were roaming firmly but gently all over my jeans caressing my warm tight ass through my jeans and panties. His hands slid up and down the crack of my jeans where my ass met my fuzzy furry pussy. I could feel my pussy getting moist and this time it was not from the bleeding caused by my cursed period. This wasa a different type of moisture and I was feeling tingly all over, from the top of my jet black hair, to the bottom of my feet and my toes. After several minutes of necking and kissing Billy pulled me down onto the grass with him. Looking into my eyes and brought my hand to his crotch. I could feel a stiffness which I had felt rubbing against me several times prior when we had been kissing and necking.

Billy kept looking into my eyes as he stated. "Melissa, baby can you feel how hard and hot I am."

I nodded as sweet yes, but did not understand what he meant. He was only two years older than I but he was worldly and planned on teaching me something new this night, something which would turn my sweet tender life upside down and inside out.

"Melissa, sweetie, I need you, I want you and I think you want me." he stated. "Unzip my pants and feel the love I have for you." he continued. "Feel that which gives a girl the pleasure of a lifetime." He markedly demanded in a gently tone. "Feel the manhood which will help us grow closer as friends and lovers."

I really did want to say no, but looking into his eyes and seeing a love there I had never before seen, I gently unzipped his pants and saw his manhood pressing against his underpants. As I was unzipping his pants a quick unbidden thought came to mind that this whole situation was not right, that I should have been having my pants unzipped by a girl and having my............, but the thought was not quite able to be completed as I felt his manhood pulsating against my small hand. He guided my hands inside his underpants and for the first time in my life I felt the manhood of a man. It felt sooo strange and throbbed as I gently flicked my fingers around the tip. The look in Billy’s eyes spurred me to run my hands all the way down to the base of this weird looking (yet somehow familiar I thought very briefly) organ. The more I ran my hands up and down around it, the more Billy seemed to show a sense of pleasure.

I asked Billy, "What is this thing called."

Billy looking at me warmly said. "Melissa babe, this is my penis, my cock from which I have been receiving a great amount of pleasure with what you are doing to it right now." "Ummmmmmmm..." he moaned pressing his penis-cock up against my fingers.

I applied a slight bit more pressure and increased the rythym of my rubbing. I guess I felt that it was my duty as his girlfriend to insure that he received the most pleasure this night for two good reasons. The first reason was because he was a member of our school football team which had won the regional finals. And the second reason was because I wanted to keep him as my boyfriend. Billy wanted me to place my mouth on his penis-cock but I did not think that was wise and could not explain why I felt that way, but he shrugged it off saying "Next time Melissa I will teach you how to suck it and increase the pleasure I can get."

After several more minutes of rubbing his penis-cock, Billy began to really thrust upwards against my hand and with a loud moan he spurted some gooey, thick white substance from the tiny hole of his penis-cock. He called this stuff semen, cum, and that girls liked the taste of it. Once again I did not think it would be a good idea to try to taste this semen-cum and just wiped my hands off in the grass. Billy pulled me towards him and we continued our necking and kissing for another ten or fifteen minutes before I told him I had to get home or I would be grounded.

Billy and I never got the chance to experiment with these sexual games anymore because several weeks later he and his family moved to another state. I would never see him again and for another month after he had left I was feeling pretty bad. Mother told me that a girls first love is always the hardest to get over, but also told me that I would in time and once again her words proved to be true.

Mother had been keeping a careful watch over me whenever I began my period and had even shown me how to use a calendar so that I might be able to figure out when they would begin. Along about the seven month of my damned cursed-periods mother decided to have me checked out because of the heavy flow of blood I continued to experience for the first twenty-four hours of each period. She set up an appointment with my doctor for the first day that my eighth period would begin.

The day that my period began started out just fine. I had woken up and checked my calendar and believed that it would not begin for another four days and I let mommy know that it would soon be approaching. I dreaded having to go to the doctor’s office, for it would be thefirst time in which I would have my pussy examined and I did not know what it would entail. Mother had spoken to me on several occasions about what Doctor Susan would do, but I guess that all that mother told me only increased the fear of what would happen. I went to school as usual and was enjoying the time I was having chatting away with my girlfriends about how the school year was almost over and we would be able to enjoy a long awaited summer break. While in the math classroom I started to feel cramps and soreness really bad. I could also feel a pulsating numbing pain around my pussy lips. I shyly raised my hand and asked to be excused so that I could use the girls room. The teacher looked at me for a quick moment and then she let me go.

When I entered the girls room I headed for the nearest stall, hiked up my skirt, pulled down my tights and panties and noticed some droplets of blood on my panties. I began to cry softly for I knew that I had made a gross error and that my period was hitting me again. Dam how I was getting mad. Every time that life started to look up for me my cursed-period had to begin. I quickly pulled out one of my extra absorbsation pads, removed the backing and placed the adhesive stick down onto my panties. Next I closely examined my pussy for the telltail puffiness that would show whether or not I had a blood engourged pussy. I noticed that my lips were very very tender and were swollen up to about three times there normal size. Quickly pulling up my panties and making sure that the pad was fitting snuggly against my pussy and then pulling up my tights I let my skirt back down, left the stall, washed my hands really good, and hurried to the school nurses office. There I let the school nurse that I had to call my mother about a medical problem and within twenty minutes mother was driving me to the doctor’s office.

At the doctor’s office the nurse ushered me into an examination room, handed me a gown and told me to remove my clothes. I wanted mother in the room with me, but she was out in the waiting room filling out forms. Slowly I removed all but my panties and bra and slipped into the gown. I sat down on a chair when the nurse cam in and noticed that I still had my panties on. Clicking her tongue she told me I had to remove my panties and climb up onto an exam table. Trying to cover myself as much as possible I slowly removed my panties and climbed onto the table. The nurse noticed that my pad inside my panties was soaked with blood, reached over and pulled out a really large pad, placed my feet into two metal poles and firmly placed the pad against my pussy lips. She then hooked me up to a machine which checked something she called my vital signs, left the room and within two minutes Doctor Susan came in. She was wearing her lab coat and pulled on a set of gloves. Ohhh I was glad though when she called mother in before she started to do the examination.

After mother arrived in the room, Doctor Susan, pulled up a stool, sat down lifted up the gown and began to poke and prod at my tender pussy lips. She constantly asked me how it felt whenever she poked and prodded and my answer was almost always the same that it was my lips were tender and swollen and it hurt a slight bit. She than placed several items which looked like towels down under the gown on the exam table. I guess she did this so as not to have any of my blood from my pussy damaging her table. I was sure that if my damned curse-period blood did damage her table she would charge mother for the damage and I would have been punished for this damage when I got home. Picking up a strange looking tool, Doctor Susan told me she was going to place it into my vagina and spread my vagina open a bit. When she first attemtped to place it in my pussy I jumped a bit and mother had to hold me comfortingly because I complained that it hurt and it was really cold. Once again Doctor Susan proceeded to place this weird looking tool into my pussy and this time because motehr was keeping me calm - well as calm as she could for it still hurt and was still cold - Doctor Susan was able to get the tool seated into my pussy. She then began to spread this weird tool apart and when she did that my pussy lips and the inside of my tender tight pussy screamed out to me in a bad bad pain. Ohhhhhh I tried and tried to back away from the pain but both Doctor Susan and mother were holding me firmly down on the table. I looked up pleadingly into mother’s eyes hoping against all hope that she would have Doctor Susan stop this from happening but mother just gently kissed me on the forehead and told me that it would all be over soon. As far as I cared it could not be soon enough. I never ever wanted anything like that exam to ever happen to me again and was bound and determined that I would not return for another one in the months and years to come. Doctor Susan took a light and began to examine the inside of my pussy and she did this with a very gentle touch. Ohhhhhhh I loved the way that she was touching the inside of my pussy. The way her fingers splayed across my pussy walls, how the tool she used to scrap up something deep inside my pussy caused a tingling feeling. Even with this going on though I still hated the fact that my pussy still hurt really bad from the pressure of that damned tool that she had used to spread my pussy lips open with. Although this part of Doctor Susan’s exam lasted only a brief few minutes, it seemed like it had taken an eternity and when she finally removed that weird tool from my pussy I cried with relief.

Shortly after the completion of the exam mother and I departed the doctor’s office after Doctor Susan promised to let us know what the result of the test showed in a week or two. I was just happy to be done with the exam and had no desire to ever return to Doctor Susan for another such as the one that happened today. Never again would I complain to mommy when she would have me go for a shot or to get checked out for an injory or an illness, but I would plead never to return another of those weird tools being placed inside my pussy.

The next two weeks flew by and I was having so much fun getting ready for the end of school and the beginning of the summer vacation that I forgot all about the exam at the doctor’s office. It all came back to me though when mother came into my room and sat me down telling me that the exam had shown no abnormalities. She said that Doctor Susan believed that the heavy blood flow was normal for me and that in the coming years it should slow down. Mommy also told me that Doctor Susan had told her I had a well developed uterus and that the egg she had examined showed I was extremely fertile. Mommy talked to me for several hours that night telling me how a woman was able to carry a living person in her for a long period of time. She also explained how it all began. When she was telling me about it she noticed the ugly faces I made and laughing softly said that one of these days I would come to enjoy the experiences that she was describing. As far as I could recall from that lengthy chat mommy was proud that I was growing up as a normal healthy teenage girl. I did not seem to understand why she made this statment, but when I moved in with Aunt Beth several years later I would be allowed to know the changes which had occured on the night of my high school reunion. The one in which the magic that Aunt Beth used to turn me into a younger image of mommy.

Hooray at last we were in the final week of school and through-out the school year my grades had been either As or high Bs. So were Tina’s my best friend in the whole wide world. Our mothers had formulated a plan where we would be spending three weeks at a summer camp and we - as giddy teenage girls have done for ages - were really thrilled with the idea. We had our whole summer planned out, or so we thought. We would go to camp as planned by our mothers and then when we returned we would spend many a lazy day at the local swimming pool in our tight navy blue bikinis with hearts or maybe even wear the skimpy black one piece swim suits which were form fitting over our pear shaped asses and showed off our firm teenage boobies

Aunt Beth had come out to visit for the final week of school and she was real pleased with the grades I had made during the school year. She was even more pleased when she finally met Tina. Aunt Beth commented on how well we (Tina and I) had grown in our friendship and hinted that we would enjoy our summer vacation in more ways than one. I was slightly puzzled by Aunt Beth’s behavior, but I knew her so well - or at least thought I did - and figured that she meant that Tina and I would just be a pair of girls who would continue to grow and help each other.

On the third night of Aunt Beth’s visit mother and father decided to go out for the evening and Aunt Beth let me invite Tina over so that the three of us could watch some movies and have some time to get to know one another even better. .

Giggling like the devious teenage schoolgirls we were, Tina and I began to watch a comedy about how a pair of twins were attempting to get their parents to remarry. It was full of misadventures of two sisters falling into all sorts of mixed up events. While we were watching the movie and munching on popcorn, drinking sodas and other sweet snacks, Aunt Beth was observing our behavior and making plans of her own.About three quarters of the way through the movie Tina and I suddenly started to feel really sleepy. This was due to a sleeping spell that Aunt Beth placed on us. Soon we were snoring gently with our heads resting against each other. Two sleeping teenage girls with not a care in the world.

After placing the sleeping spell upon us, Aunt Beth began to have each of us stand up and slowly strip down to our panties and bras. Once we were down to just our panties and bras, Aunt Beth gave a mental command for me to stop.

Looking at the two of us Aunt Beth commented on how I looked. "You my sweet little sexpot will learn to fully enjoy the pleasures of saphic love." she whispered to me. "And you sweet lovely girlfriend Tina will be your first teacher in this life of a lesbian love pet." "Tina, she commented slowly. "Will learn the art of dominating a sweet little lesbian when you both go to camp next week." She will learn from another how to control the ideas, feelings, and actions that you will exhibit my tender love petting niece."

Slowly ever so slowly Aunt Beth moved in front of me and slipped her hand under my panties cupping my firm pear-shaped buns. Firmly, yet gently squeezing my ass cheeks, she said. "My little sexpot is maturing into a devilishly sexy love pet. Guiding me over to a mirror, while her hand was still firmly planted on my ass, Aunt Beth had me gaze into the mirror. "Remember, my pet," she murmurred quietly. "remember who you were before, remember the changes which were brought upon you."

Looking into the mirror I saw what I had been before Aunt Beth had wrought her first magic spell upon me at that high school reunion not more that a year ago. I wanted to sream out that I was not a girl, that I was a male, an adult male at that, but no words would come. Instead I simply began to sob quietly. The person looking back at me from the mirror was no longer male and no longer an adult but a growing maturing teenage girl, a girl who had a lot to offer the ones who could control her devilish nature. These thoughts were being implanted into my mind and the thoughts of having once been an adult male were once again resciding into the dark oblivion only to return when Aunt Beth so commanded that they return.

Whispering into my ear Aunt Beth said. "Place your right hand inside your panties and gently caress your pussy lips, and place your left hand under you pj top and massage your tittes, you hot sexy love toy. Feel, the heat of your pussy, the warmth and miosture that flows from the inside of your hot little cunny. Know that only those who were born as woman will from now on control the pleasure that you will receive. Know that from this night forward you are nothing but a lesbian love toy, a lesbian love pet, and only the touch of a woman may bring you pleasure, the pleasure you so richly deserve and crave."

I returned to the couch where Tina was sitting curling up close to her and feeling the warmth of her body. I could feel a warmth spreading all over me from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes. Tina slowly started to undo my pajama top and placed her right hand over my left titty. "Ummmmm" that felt soooooo good the way she was massaging my breast. I moaned with desire "Ohhhh yes Tina." I cooed. I started to feel giddy all over and soon my pussy was acking with a desire I had never felt before. I slowly reached down into my pajama bottoms and under my cotton white panties to massage my tingling pussy. It felt soooo moist and tender to my touch. My hand was not allowed to stay there long for Tina slowly brushed it aside and I soon felt her fingers reaching deep inside my moist cunny, slowly and gently scratching and pinching the inner walls of my hot pussy. She kept up like this for about ten minutes and caused me to cum for the first time as a girl.

It did not end there though for Tina kept it up and I soon started to experience multiple orgasms which us gilrs are well known for. After creaming my panties several more times, Tina stopped and slowly undid her pajamas and guided me down to her already moist warm cunny. She pressed my face into her sweet pussy and after inhaling in her strawberry scented wettnes I began to nibble at her quivering pussy lips. The taste was soooo sweet and yet soo hot that I could not stop myself from slithering my tongue up into her juicy cunny. I stayed buried in her sweet loving pussy for more than thrity minutes bringing her to multpile orgasms as she had brought me to mine. My tongues swirling all around inside her sweet cunny and I was lapping up every drop of her pussy cream. After a period of time Tina turned around and soon we were both nibbling and licking each others hot pussies. We were both locked in a passionate loving embrace with our heads buried in eahc others hot cunnies. We creamed into each others mouths for many long minutes savoring the taste of each others hot wet pussies. I did not think anything could ever beat the lesbian loving that we were experiencing but I would soon be proven wrong.

After what seemed like hours we stopped kising, licking, and nibbling on each others pussies and shared several minutes of cuddling in eahc others arms. Aunt Beth finally shooed us off to bed where we fell asleep caressing each other tenderly and passionately.

The following Monday Tina and I set out for summer camp where I was about to learn the meaning of lesbian domination. We were placed in a tent with to older girls (who unbeknowst to us had been placed under a magic spell by Aunt Beth) They were going to introduce me to my subserviant nature as a lesbian, while at the same time introduce Tina to the dominant nature of lesbian loving.

The first lesson I learned as a submissive lesbian was the proper title for Tina. She was no longer my best friend but now a novice dominant lesbian. She was my loving, caring mistress. The second lesson I learned was where I must be stationed in regard to where Mistress Tina is standing, sitting and even when she is walking. When either standing still or sitting I had to be at her right side and no more than two feet back, with my hands folded on my lap. If we were around other people I could sit in a chair, but when we were around other lesbians or by ourselves I had to be kneeling with head bowed, eyes downcast, back straight, and alway on the alert for any movement or needs or Mistress Tina. Just thinking about serving Tina....Oppppsss how silly Mistress Tina that is made my pussy tingle with a strong desire for her touch.

With the passing of each day I learned new ways in which to please Mistress Tina and at the same time was losing every single aspect of ever having been born a male. Aunt Beth’s magic was working wonders and in place of an adult male; a submissive lesbian teenage girl was quickly taking shape. By the end of our summer camp of two weeks I was well on my way to total submission under the loving guidance of Mistress Tina.

Upon returning home, we went to my room where Mistress Tina guided me in my unpacking. When she noticed a pair of her soiled panties she pulled me into her arms slapped me gently across my face and chided me on not getting her permission before I took one of her prize pair of panties. She then stuffed the panties in my mouth and stated "Melissa sweetie your look like such a stupid slut." "And remember you are my stupid slut at that." "Your pussy is mine now and I better not see you putting out for any other girl without my okay first, is that clear you slutty bitch." I nodded an affirmative nod, and was really getting hot when she began rubbing my jean covered ass. "Your ass is mine, your tits are mine, your face is mine, your legs, your pussy, your are MINE," she stated firmly. "and I will teach you to undertand that completely." she finished. But she did not finish touching me instead her hands found their way under my jeans into my panties and while she was cupping my ass with her right hand she was snaking her left hand into my hot wet cunny. She continued to fiddle with my pussy scratching the inner walls and bringing forth a cry of pleasure from my lips. After several minutes of turning me into a quivering mound of lesbian meat, Mistress Tina snaked her hands out from under my clothes presented her fingers to me so I could taste my own sweet pussy juices. "I have to go my sweet slut," she said, "but remember you are mine and I don’t even want you touching your smelly hot wet cunt without my okay." I once again nodded an. ffirmative to Mistress Tina, but knew that I would not follow the command this early in our relationship. I had grown to love fingering my hot wet sweet, sticky pussy. I would learn in the coming months though that bringing about several orgasms without Mistress Tina’s okay was not right and that as her submissive lesbian slut I should not do so.

 

 

 

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