PrincessGoddess
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Ah, yes, even the Princess Goddess has yet to answer this question satisfactorily. So, I thought that I would pose the question to whoever would like to take the time to give an opinion. If you feel that it is you, then that is wonderful, too. My place within this realm I believe revolves around what I think was a spell cast upon Me. I cannot be certain (these things are always highly speculative), for the person who set Me on My path has departed this life. But She does reach out to Me from time to time in subtle ways. I hear that voice and heed it; and with good reason. It was never smart to question or argue with Dame Marie.
For myself, my introduction to the lifestyle was something that I don't believe that I could have ever been prepared for. Within 3 months, I went from a child to the person that I am today. Looking back, as it was something that I personally enjoyed, I would state emphatically that these things were in no way abuse. I cherish each moment of those months, and always will. Many of you have read about my physical circumstances today. Now here is an opportunity to take a peek inside my mind.
School had ended in mid May, and my mother asked me if I would like to spend time with my twin cousins Teri and Keri at their family's summer home in the Adirondacks in New York. I was 13 at the time, and the prospect of venturing outside my parents home, out of Ohio, and to go somewhere where my parents would not be, seemed absolutely irresistable. Teri and Keri were identical twins, and 17. I had been close to them since as early as I could remember, and I jumped at the chance to go have some extended fun with them. Their parents lived down the street from us, and I saw them all the time. So, the day came that I took my packed suitcase, headed to the end of the drive, and joined them in their parent's station wagon for the trip to New York State.
It was great seeing all of these new sights; seeing Lake Erie for the first time, visiting a cherry tree farm, and having a grand time all the way there. During the daytime, I hiked and biked with the twins' family, and during my time with them, had a great time getting acquainted with nature. The evenings were quite a contrast, to say the least. Behind their summer home was a very small guest cottage. Inside, it had a bed, a dresser, a full bathroom, two lamps, a small television and a stereo system. The interior was very simple and functional. This cottage was to begin my introduction into the world of lesbianism.
On the second night after we had arrived, after I had already fallen asleep, I was wakened by Teri. She said, "you want to have some fun?", whispering quietly. I said, "sure", and she said, "follow me". I wiped the sleep from my eyes, and we headed out to the cottage. Keri was already there, and she had made preparations for the night ahead in advance. Teri was the more assertive of the two twins, where as Keri was the more ambitous of the two. When we got inside, and Teri had closed the door, she took sheets and covered the single window that faced the house. Then she turned to me and said, "you wanna get high?". I had no idea what she was talking about, but of course, wanting to fit in, I said, "sure"; whereupon Keri, with a huge smile, broke out the equivalent of the "Big Bambu", and we all sat down on the bed. She had rolled this huge joint that was as big as a cigar. Keri said, "relax, this won't hurt a bit", smiling and casting a wonderful gleam in her eyes towards me. Keti could disarm a large army with that smile, and I had the feeling that something wonderful was about to happen.
Well, having never smoked weed before, I got a tremendous buzz. Keri turned on the TV, more than anything I think, to provide some sound to mask a little bit of what was to come. The next thing that I know, Teri said, "I know who has been waiting to be my bitch for a VERY LONG TIME. Don't you?", she queried me. Before I could form an answer, Teri, turned to Keri and said, "Is everything ready?" Keri replied, "you know it". With that, Teri told me to stand up, and stand in front of Keri. She said, "take off your clothes, they are going to get in my way." So, I did as she told me, and before I had time to think, Teri started fastening something to my wrists. They looked like huge wristbands with straps, but now I know them as bondage cuffs. She said, "just be calm, we are not going to permanently injure you." So, I relaxed and let her do her bidding. Then she proceeded to place cuffs on my ankles, and when these tasks were done, she put locks on each cuff and locked them, then locked my wrist cuffs together, and then taking the keys to all of the locks and placing them on a ring that she hung from the dresser.
At this point I had no idea what was about to happen to me, but Teri did not waste one moment. She said, "you have been such a bad girl. I am about to show you what we do with sluts." And with that pronouncement, Teri said, "on your knees, bitch." I did as I was told, and Keri started undressing in front of me. Once she had undressed, she moved her center of power (that is, her pussy), right up to my face and said, "please me". Well, I had no idea what to do, so I just guessed. At the same time, Teri had undressed, and I felt something very wet being smoothed into my crack. Teri said, "I know just what will straighten you out", and she proceeded to show me a 7 inch strapon dildo that she then began securing to herself. She said, "all girls love dick. You are no exception." Then Teri started penetrating me. Between sucking on Keri and Teri starting to drive me, it became really dizzying. After about 10 minutes of Teri screwing me, Keri started to cum. And did she ever! Keri gushed all over my face, and started screaming. Teri said, "Shhhhh!", and Keri started getting more quiet. When Keri had calmed down, she said, "I want her". So, Teri withdrew and then gave the strapon to Keri, and moved to put her pussy in my face. The next thing that I felt was a wooden ruler hitting my bottom. Keri swung that ruler hard, and it stung every time she struck me. She had struck me about 15 or 20 times (I lost count) when she stopped and started screwing me.
Every night until we left was like that. Even to this day, I have never been so screwed, so spanked, so out and out whored ever since this time I spent with the twins. The funny thing is over the years, we never really talked about it. But from time to time, when we would be at a family event with their family, Teri would always take me aside, and when she knew that we were pretty much hidden from view, always would put her arms around me, give me a big hug, and then start fingering me through my clothes, with the, "are you still my bitch?" question. I always said, "yes", very softly, and with that she would give this great big smile, and then grab my hand and get me to run back with her back to the gathering.
Well, a couple of days after I had arrived home, my older sister took me aside and said, "would you like to make some money during the summertime? You would get to stay in this huge mansion in Virginia, and they will pay you $2000 to come and do some work in the house." Well, I had had my eye on a brand new Fender Telecaster Bass and Bassman amplifier for months, but my parents were not wealthy enough to be able to just up and give that kind of money to me. I asked her, "does mom know about this?" My sister said, "yes, and she thinks it would be good for you to go out and earn a living for yourself for the summertime, and that you can spend the money on whatever you want to spend it on." So, I asked her, "who is it?" She replied, "my best friend has a very wealthy family that she knows, and she was asked by her parents if she knew of a boy that would like the opportunity to go there to work a sumer job, and that the boy would be paid $2000. "So, my friend asked me, and I asked you." Well, she and I both knew that her friend was Brenda; her best friend, and someone who would not lie. My parents and Brenda's parents were neighbors, and knew each other very well. So, I went into the kitchen and asked my mother if I could do this, and she said, "sure". Well, less than 10 days after I had gotten home, I found myself being seen off at the airport in Dayton by not just my mother, but my sisters and brother also. It was really neat flying on a plane for the first time, so when I stepped into the concourse in the airport in Richmond, I was extremely excited. I was told to expect to see someone with a sign with my name on it, standing by the little tunnel I would walk out of. And I saw that person, who then took me by the hand, and led me to the baggage claim area. She was dressed in a standard black and white maid's uniform, and she looked almost like a nun. She was probably no older than 20 years old.
After we had grabbed my two bags, we headed out of the terminal to a very large sedan in the parking lot. She took my bags and placed them in the trunk, closed the trunk, then we both got into the sedan. As we headed out of the airport grounds, she informed me that her name was Patty, and that she was a student at the big school in Richmond. I am guessing that this was the University of Virginia, but she did not elaborate on which particular school it was. I introduced myself, and after doing so, she stated that it would not take us very long to arrive at the mansion, and that she hoped that I had a great time. She told me that she would help me in any way she could, and that I was coming to help with a very important task. When I asked her what that was, she only said, "I am not allowed to tell you that. Please don't get me in trouble." This reaction startled me, and I could see the look of genuine fear in her eyes. I did not press the point, and just let the question go. We traveled for about an hour before we reached the mansion. I was told by Patty that the mansion held great historical value, and was previously owned by the family of a very great Confederate general. When she had parked the car by the detached 8 car garage in back, she helped me get my bags out of the trunk, and I carried them as I followed her, not to the entrance by the garage, but all the way around to the front of the house. Patty said, "ring the doorbell. You will then be welcomed into the home." Then, she left me and went back the way that we had walked.
I did not ring the doorbell immediately. I stood there and looked at the front of this absolutely huge mansion, and was admiring how beautiful it was when I was startled by the front door opening, and a tall, slender, blonde woman in a red business suit saying to me, "Aren't you going to come in? I don't like to be kept waiting." My reaction was both embarassment, mixed with a bit of fear.
I walked inside with my bags into an enormous open foyer that had two winding staircases, and a big chandelier hanging from the ceiling. She said, "I will help you put your things away. Follow me". So, I followed her up the stairs, and she ushered me into what I guess was the Master Bedroom. It was about twice as big as the garage at home. She said, "please give your bags to me", and as she took the bags and placed them in a closet, I started wondering what this important job was that I was going to be assigned to do. After she had put the bags in the closet, she turned and said, "please go into the bathroom and change. Your uniform is waiting for you." So, I walked into the bathroom, expecting to see some kind of work outfit, like pants and a long sleeved shirt. All that I saw was a maid's uniform hanging on the back of a closet door. So, confused, I walked back out and said, " I don't see a uniform". She said then, "oh, you silly girl, it is hanging up on the closet door." All at once I almost went into shock. But I did not get a chance to think about this situation any longer. She said, "You will go and put the uniform on NOW!" I thought to myself, "ok, if I have to wear a maid's uniform for $2000, I am ok with that. I won't be telling mom and dad."
I walked into the bathroom, and she followed me in. She said, "since you disobeyed me, I shall help you." Whereupon she proceeded to strip me, and put me in the uniform. Then, she walked me back into the bedroom, holding my hand, and said to me, "you shall wear this uniform each working hour of the day that you are here. You shall wear stockings, garter belt, and panties, and once I know what size your shoes are, you shall be in heels as well." My mind was racing as I was considering what was hapening to me, but she moved with such speed in everything she was doing, I felt like I could not risk disobeying anything that she told me. She pulled out stockings, a garter belt, and panties out of drawers in a dresser, and then proceeeded to dress me in them. Once she had completed this, she said, "I am Marie. I am the House Manager of this house. What I say goes around here. You are here to serve me. You shall serve as a maid in the daytime. I shall teach you all the you shall need to know. When your duties are completed each day, you shall come to my bedroom, and you shall go into the bathroom and shower. I will see to it that you always have clean and pressed clothes. Then, after you shower, you shall put a robe on, and I will have one of the girls serve us dinner here. After we enjoy ourselves, and it is time for bed, you shall sleep at the foot of my bed, for this pleases me." I did not ask questions, and I was not given the chance to. Marie then said, "come with me. I shall introduce you to the staff, and intiate you." The introduction I was not concerned about. It was the initiation that started to alarm me. But, I did follow her down the stairs, and then into the basement. All of the staff were waiting for her when we finally got into the basement. The staff was in a semi-circle around a simple chair. All of them said, "Good afternoon, Dame Marie." She did not respond to their greeting. She held my hand and said to me in a soft voice, "Leslie baby, I want you to sit on my lap." She sat down, then placed me on her lap. Marie said, "It is not a wise thing to disobey me while you are here. Feel free to ask any of the staff if it is a smart thing to do. What I am about to do to you is to serve as a warning to you that you will do exactly as I say, when I say it."
And with that statement, she swiftly had me on my stomach, over her knees, and proceeded to raise the uniform, and lower my panties to my knees. I heard her say, "Hand me my hairbrush." The next thing I remember is she started paddling me with this brush. God, it stung. This was worse than the ruler that the twins had used. She told me later that she had paddled me for 30 minutes, and it was the just about the best 30 minutes she had ever spent. Finally, she picked me up, and turned me to stand and face her. She then sat back down on the chair and asked me, "Are you going to mind me?" I said, "yes, Dame Marie." She said, "good girl." She then turned to the staff who had witnessed this and said, "You are dismissed".
Thus was my initiation as a maid. I learned how to clean silver, how to set a 15 piece place setting, and wonderful knowledge on how to keep a home clean. I was not permitted to leave the home whatsoever. I worked hard in the daytime, and my nights were spent with her. She caned me and she whipped me and she did so many wonderful things to me. She taught me how to properly please a woman orally, and she kept me chained to her bed at night, nude, on the floor. In the time I spent with Marie, I came to learn that she was the house manager and had held that position for 12 years as the caretaker for a foundation. She explained before I left that she also had been a professional Dominatrix long ago (I did not know what that meant, nor did I ask ). During my last day, she did not require me to work. We spent the day as normal, vanilla people. She asked of my family and homelife. And she also wanted me to stay in contact with her, which I did, until a few years before her death. She took me back to the airport, and when we were in the concourse, I started to cry. I did not want to leave. She said, "come on, let's sit down and get a bite to eat. We have time before you leave, and I want you to hear something."
So, we found a spot in the airport diner, ordered a meal, and after placing our orders, she said, "lean close. These words are for your ears only." So, I did. She kissed me on the cheek and said the following, "Remember what I tell you now all of your life, and keep it close to your heart. You are a Princess Goddess. You are never meant for hard labor. Your primary job will always be in the bedroom. You shall have others who shall do your bidding for you. But you shall answer to me, and any other authority figure, always. If you are with someone like me, you might be in charge of others, and in that setting , you would be a princess, a little angel, and be special to the one in charge. If you are on your own, you shall be your own ruler, ruling over all you see. Most importantly, you shall always have freedom, in either setting; something my servants shall never have." After we ate, and said goodbyes, I flew out of Richmond, back to Ohio, and settled back into my homelife.
Whether or not these things are good or bad are not important, they are a part of me. Since that time, I have taught 6 Dominas how to use tools without injuring others. I have lived as a submissive for years. I am not certain if I occupy a certain status in life. But I do know that what I long for is to have someone, like Marie, who can help me to complete my own journey in this lifestyle.
Is this you? Are you the one who can help me achieve that which I seek: my destiny? Or do you have suggestions to help me find my way? Either way, I look forward to the responses to this. I have never shared this complete story before, and I hope that everyone enjoyed it!
Leslie
For myself, my introduction to the lifestyle was something that I don't believe that I could have ever been prepared for. Within 3 months, I went from a child to the person that I am today. Looking back, as it was something that I personally enjoyed, I would state emphatically that these things were in no way abuse. I cherish each moment of those months, and always will. Many of you have read about my physical circumstances today. Now here is an opportunity to take a peek inside my mind.
School had ended in mid May, and my mother asked me if I would like to spend time with my twin cousins Teri and Keri at their family's summer home in the Adirondacks in New York. I was 13 at the time, and the prospect of venturing outside my parents home, out of Ohio, and to go somewhere where my parents would not be, seemed absolutely irresistable. Teri and Keri were identical twins, and 17. I had been close to them since as early as I could remember, and I jumped at the chance to go have some extended fun with them. Their parents lived down the street from us, and I saw them all the time. So, the day came that I took my packed suitcase, headed to the end of the drive, and joined them in their parent's station wagon for the trip to New York State.
It was great seeing all of these new sights; seeing Lake Erie for the first time, visiting a cherry tree farm, and having a grand time all the way there. During the daytime, I hiked and biked with the twins' family, and during my time with them, had a great time getting acquainted with nature. The evenings were quite a contrast, to say the least. Behind their summer home was a very small guest cottage. Inside, it had a bed, a dresser, a full bathroom, two lamps, a small television and a stereo system. The interior was very simple and functional. This cottage was to begin my introduction into the world of lesbianism.
On the second night after we had arrived, after I had already fallen asleep, I was wakened by Teri. She said, "you want to have some fun?", whispering quietly. I said, "sure", and she said, "follow me". I wiped the sleep from my eyes, and we headed out to the cottage. Keri was already there, and she had made preparations for the night ahead in advance. Teri was the more assertive of the two twins, where as Keri was the more ambitous of the two. When we got inside, and Teri had closed the door, she took sheets and covered the single window that faced the house. Then she turned to me and said, "you wanna get high?". I had no idea what she was talking about, but of course, wanting to fit in, I said, "sure"; whereupon Keri, with a huge smile, broke out the equivalent of the "Big Bambu", and we all sat down on the bed. She had rolled this huge joint that was as big as a cigar. Keri said, "relax, this won't hurt a bit", smiling and casting a wonderful gleam in her eyes towards me. Keti could disarm a large army with that smile, and I had the feeling that something wonderful was about to happen.
Well, having never smoked weed before, I got a tremendous buzz. Keri turned on the TV, more than anything I think, to provide some sound to mask a little bit of what was to come. The next thing that I know, Teri said, "I know who has been waiting to be my bitch for a VERY LONG TIME. Don't you?", she queried me. Before I could form an answer, Teri, turned to Keri and said, "Is everything ready?" Keri replied, "you know it". With that, Teri told me to stand up, and stand in front of Keri. She said, "take off your clothes, they are going to get in my way." So, I did as she told me, and before I had time to think, Teri started fastening something to my wrists. They looked like huge wristbands with straps, but now I know them as bondage cuffs. She said, "just be calm, we are not going to permanently injure you." So, I relaxed and let her do her bidding. Then she proceeded to place cuffs on my ankles, and when these tasks were done, she put locks on each cuff and locked them, then locked my wrist cuffs together, and then taking the keys to all of the locks and placing them on a ring that she hung from the dresser.
At this point I had no idea what was about to happen to me, but Teri did not waste one moment. She said, "you have been such a bad girl. I am about to show you what we do with sluts." And with that pronouncement, Teri said, "on your knees, bitch." I did as I was told, and Keri started undressing in front of me. Once she had undressed, she moved her center of power (that is, her pussy), right up to my face and said, "please me". Well, I had no idea what to do, so I just guessed. At the same time, Teri had undressed, and I felt something very wet being smoothed into my crack. Teri said, "I know just what will straighten you out", and she proceeded to show me a 7 inch strapon dildo that she then began securing to herself. She said, "all girls love dick. You are no exception." Then Teri started penetrating me. Between sucking on Keri and Teri starting to drive me, it became really dizzying. After about 10 minutes of Teri screwing me, Keri started to cum. And did she ever! Keri gushed all over my face, and started screaming. Teri said, "Shhhhh!", and Keri started getting more quiet. When Keri had calmed down, she said, "I want her". So, Teri withdrew and then gave the strapon to Keri, and moved to put her pussy in my face. The next thing that I felt was a wooden ruler hitting my bottom. Keri swung that ruler hard, and it stung every time she struck me. She had struck me about 15 or 20 times (I lost count) when she stopped and started screwing me.
Every night until we left was like that. Even to this day, I have never been so screwed, so spanked, so out and out whored ever since this time I spent with the twins. The funny thing is over the years, we never really talked about it. But from time to time, when we would be at a family event with their family, Teri would always take me aside, and when she knew that we were pretty much hidden from view, always would put her arms around me, give me a big hug, and then start fingering me through my clothes, with the, "are you still my bitch?" question. I always said, "yes", very softly, and with that she would give this great big smile, and then grab my hand and get me to run back with her back to the gathering.
Well, a couple of days after I had arrived home, my older sister took me aside and said, "would you like to make some money during the summertime? You would get to stay in this huge mansion in Virginia, and they will pay you $2000 to come and do some work in the house." Well, I had had my eye on a brand new Fender Telecaster Bass and Bassman amplifier for months, but my parents were not wealthy enough to be able to just up and give that kind of money to me. I asked her, "does mom know about this?" My sister said, "yes, and she thinks it would be good for you to go out and earn a living for yourself for the summertime, and that you can spend the money on whatever you want to spend it on." So, I asked her, "who is it?" She replied, "my best friend has a very wealthy family that she knows, and she was asked by her parents if she knew of a boy that would like the opportunity to go there to work a sumer job, and that the boy would be paid $2000. "So, my friend asked me, and I asked you." Well, she and I both knew that her friend was Brenda; her best friend, and someone who would not lie. My parents and Brenda's parents were neighbors, and knew each other very well. So, I went into the kitchen and asked my mother if I could do this, and she said, "sure". Well, less than 10 days after I had gotten home, I found myself being seen off at the airport in Dayton by not just my mother, but my sisters and brother also. It was really neat flying on a plane for the first time, so when I stepped into the concourse in the airport in Richmond, I was extremely excited. I was told to expect to see someone with a sign with my name on it, standing by the little tunnel I would walk out of. And I saw that person, who then took me by the hand, and led me to the baggage claim area. She was dressed in a standard black and white maid's uniform, and she looked almost like a nun. She was probably no older than 20 years old.
After we had grabbed my two bags, we headed out of the terminal to a very large sedan in the parking lot. She took my bags and placed them in the trunk, closed the trunk, then we both got into the sedan. As we headed out of the airport grounds, she informed me that her name was Patty, and that she was a student at the big school in Richmond. I am guessing that this was the University of Virginia, but she did not elaborate on which particular school it was. I introduced myself, and after doing so, she stated that it would not take us very long to arrive at the mansion, and that she hoped that I had a great time. She told me that she would help me in any way she could, and that I was coming to help with a very important task. When I asked her what that was, she only said, "I am not allowed to tell you that. Please don't get me in trouble." This reaction startled me, and I could see the look of genuine fear in her eyes. I did not press the point, and just let the question go. We traveled for about an hour before we reached the mansion. I was told by Patty that the mansion held great historical value, and was previously owned by the family of a very great Confederate general. When she had parked the car by the detached 8 car garage in back, she helped me get my bags out of the trunk, and I carried them as I followed her, not to the entrance by the garage, but all the way around to the front of the house. Patty said, "ring the doorbell. You will then be welcomed into the home." Then, she left me and went back the way that we had walked.
I did not ring the doorbell immediately. I stood there and looked at the front of this absolutely huge mansion, and was admiring how beautiful it was when I was startled by the front door opening, and a tall, slender, blonde woman in a red business suit saying to me, "Aren't you going to come in? I don't like to be kept waiting." My reaction was both embarassment, mixed with a bit of fear.
I walked inside with my bags into an enormous open foyer that had two winding staircases, and a big chandelier hanging from the ceiling. She said, "I will help you put your things away. Follow me". So, I followed her up the stairs, and she ushered me into what I guess was the Master Bedroom. It was about twice as big as the garage at home. She said, "please give your bags to me", and as she took the bags and placed them in a closet, I started wondering what this important job was that I was going to be assigned to do. After she had put the bags in the closet, she turned and said, "please go into the bathroom and change. Your uniform is waiting for you." So, I walked into the bathroom, expecting to see some kind of work outfit, like pants and a long sleeved shirt. All that I saw was a maid's uniform hanging on the back of a closet door. So, confused, I walked back out and said, " I don't see a uniform". She said then, "oh, you silly girl, it is hanging up on the closet door." All at once I almost went into shock. But I did not get a chance to think about this situation any longer. She said, "You will go and put the uniform on NOW!" I thought to myself, "ok, if I have to wear a maid's uniform for $2000, I am ok with that. I won't be telling mom and dad." I walked into the bathroom, and she followed me in. She said, "since you disobeyed me, I shall help you." Whereupon she proceeded to strip me, and put me in the uniform. Then, she walked me back into the bedroom, holding my hand, and said to me, "you shall wear this uniform each working hour of the day that you are here. You shall wear stockings, garter belt, and panties, and once I know what size your shoes are, you shall be in heels as well." My mind was racing as I was considering what was hapening to me, but she moved with such speed in everything she was doing, I felt like I could not risk disobeying anything that she told me. She pulled out stockings, a garter belt, and panties out of drawers in a dresser, and then proceeeded to dress me in them. Once she had completed this, she said, "I am Marie. I am the House Manager of this house. What I say goes around here. You are here to serve me. You shall serve as a maid in the daytime. I shall teach you all the you shall need to know. When your duties are completed each day, you shall come to my bedroom, and you shall go into the bathroom and shower. I will see to it that you always have clean and pressed clothes. Then, after you shower, you shall put a robe on, and I will have one of the girls serve us dinner here. After we enjoy ourselves, and it is time for bed, you shall sleep at the foot of my bed, for this pleases me." I did not ask questions, and I was not given the chance to. Marie then said, "come with me. I shall introduce you to the staff, and intiate you." The introduction I was not concerned about. It was the initiation that started to alarm me. But, I did follow her down the stairs, and then into the basement. All of the staff were waiting for her when we finally got into the basement. The staff was in a semi-circle around a simple chair. All of them said, "Good afternoon, Dame Marie." She did not respond to their greeting. She held my hand and said to me in a soft voice, "Leslie baby, I want you to sit on my lap." She sat down, then placed me on her lap. Marie said, "It is not a wise thing to disobey me while you are here. Feel free to ask any of the staff if it is a smart thing to do. What I am about to do to you is to serve as a warning to you that you will do exactly as I say, when I say it."
And with that statement, she swiftly had me on my stomach, over her knees, and proceeded to raise the uniform, and lower my panties to my knees. I heard her say, "Hand me my hairbrush." The next thing I remember is she started paddling me with this brush. God, it stung. This was worse than the ruler that the twins had used. She told me later that she had paddled me for 30 minutes, and it was the just about the best 30 minutes she had ever spent. Finally, she picked me up, and turned me to stand and face her. She then sat back down on the chair and asked me, "Are you going to mind me?" I said, "yes, Dame Marie." She said, "good girl." She then turned to the staff who had witnessed this and said, "You are dismissed".
Thus was my initiation as a maid. I learned how to clean silver, how to set a 15 piece place setting, and wonderful knowledge on how to keep a home clean. I was not permitted to leave the home whatsoever. I worked hard in the daytime, and my nights were spent with her. She caned me and she whipped me and she did so many wonderful things to me. She taught me how to properly please a woman orally, and she kept me chained to her bed at night, nude, on the floor. In the time I spent with Marie, I came to learn that she was the house manager and had held that position for 12 years as the caretaker for a foundation. She explained before I left that she also had been a professional Dominatrix long ago (I did not know what that meant, nor did I ask
). During my last day, she did not require me to work. We spent the day as normal, vanilla people. She asked of my family and homelife. And she also wanted me to stay in contact with her, which I did, until a few years before her death. She took me back to the airport, and when we were in the concourse, I started to cry. I did not want to leave. She said, "come on, let's sit down and get a bite to eat. We have time before you leave, and I want you to hear something."So, we found a spot in the airport diner, ordered a meal, and after placing our orders, she said, "lean close. These words are for your ears only." So, I did. She kissed me on the cheek and said the following, "Remember what I tell you now all of your life, and keep it close to your heart. You are a Princess Goddess. You are never meant for hard labor. Your primary job will always be in the bedroom. You shall have others who shall do your bidding for you. But you shall answer to me, and any other authority figure, always. If you are with someone like me, you might be in charge of others, and in that setting , you would be a princess, a little angel, and be special to the one in charge. If you are on your own, you shall be your own ruler, ruling over all you see. Most importantly, you shall always have freedom, in either setting; something my servants shall never have." After we ate, and said goodbyes, I flew out of Richmond, back to Ohio, and settled back into my homelife.
Whether or not these things are good or bad are not important, they are a part of me. Since that time, I have taught 6 Dominas how to use tools without injuring others. I have lived as a submissive for years. I am not certain if I occupy a certain status in life. But I do know that what I long for is to have someone, like Marie, who can help me to complete my own journey in this lifestyle.
Is this you? Are you the one who can help me achieve that which I seek: my destiny? Or do you have suggestions to help me find my way? Either way, I look forward to the responses to this. I have never shared this complete story before, and I hope that everyone enjoyed it!
Leslie
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