Domestic Discipline and BDSM Relationship Terms Explained for Submissive Women

Personals Slave

"Older, dom daddy seeks submissive little girl. Be 18-25, petite and give yourself over to my will. Be no more than 5-foot-2, 110 pounds and no larger than 34C. Race not important – physical attributes are."

I posted the ad on a popular personals website and waited for the answers. I was tired of the constant searching and rejection. I decided it was time to cut to the chase.

Within just a couple of hours, I had six responses in my in-box. Three were from women who, by their photos, were clearly either too old or too young. Two were from fairly attractive transsexuals who I decided to file for future reference.

My hopes deflating, I clicked on the last message. I was pleasantly surprised to find a scan of a drivers license, with the address blocked out, from a girl who said she'd turned 18 just three days before.

Cara had long, dark hair, stood 5-foot-2 and, according to the license, was an even 100 pounds. I couldn't tell for sure her other attributes, but the bad DOT photo showed an amazing smile.

Her most captivating feature was her eyes. The license said green, and I couldn't tell for sure, but they looked piercing.

The body of her email said she was just graduated from high school. She wasn't a virgin, she said, but had only had one lover in her young life, and him only twice. She hadn't found it satisfying and found my ad "interesting."

I instructed Cara to meet me at a small diner downtown. I told her she was to wear a white tank top at least one size too small, a short black skirt, white garter and stockings and black heels – and nothing else.

I further told her that, before she could enter the diner, she was to stand in front and play with her breasts for no less than one full minute, until her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the material of her tank top. I made it clear this was her one chance at an audition to see if she could become my little girl.

She emailed back almost immediately. Her message was just two words: "Yes, Daddy."


Chapter 2

I headed to the diner with about 30 minutes to spare before the appointed time. I took a table near the large window facing the street, adjacent to the entrance.

Just before she was due, I watched Cara as she walked up the street, dressed exactly as I'd prescribed. She looked even better in person.

As instructed, she stopped in front of the plate-glass window. She looked at her watch, then looked around and brought her hands to her glorious tits. I watched, less than five feet away, as she stroked and pinched her tits, pulled at the nipples and teased them.

She let her hands drop, revealing the diamond-hard nubbins, before glancing at her watch. She had 10 seconds to go, so she just grabbed her nipples and pulled. I could literally hear her moan through the heavy plate glass, which attracted the attention of more than one passer-by.

Satisfied she'd fulfilled the requirements of my first test, I rapped on the window with the back of my fingers. Cara jumped and looked around. I hooked my fingers at her and motioned her inside.

Suddenly shy, blushing, Cara walked in. The ringing door chime attracted the attention of the cook, who openly stared at her clearly-defined breasts and rock-hard nipples.

"Show me," I said, looking pointedly at her crotch before she could sit down.

Cara glanced around, then lifted the front of her skirt briefly, displaying her charms.

"I said, show me," I repeated.

Cara blushed, closed her eyes and lifted her skirt, holding it in place this time. I let her stand there for a full 10 seconds before telling her to sit down.

The lips of her 18-year-old pussy were a puffy, dusky pink from arousal. Her Mons was lightly covered in a dusting of dark, downy pubic hair, which did nothing to hide the delicate slit. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, with the pea-sized protuberance of her clitoris clearly visible, peeking almost shyly from the apex.

She slid into the chair opposite me. I'd already ordered her a drink, which arrived even as she slid her gorgeous ass into the seat. The waitress, who was another "friend" of mine, grinned as she openly stared at Cara's partially-exposed crotch.

I immediately began laying out my desires: I wanted a girl who would submit herself to me fully, no questions asked, to fulfill all my desires. There would be no "safe word," I informed her. If she agreed, I would use her how I wanted, when I wanted and where I wanted.

She had one chance to say no, right now. In return, I promised her I would not permanently injure her in any way. She would move into my home and be provided for, for a period of one year. I, in turn, would pay for her education while she was living with me.

Cara's eyes got big.

"What if I don't like something you're doing?" she asked.

"That won't be an option," I said. "If you agree to my terms."

She was silent for a moment.

"Um," she said. "Can we try it for a week?"

It was my turn to think for a moment.

"You will submit to me completely, no arguments?" I said. "If you argue or balk, you will be punished."

Cara swallowed hard at the mention of punishment.

"OK," she said, quietly.

"What?" I said, slapping her hand where it lay on the table.

"Um, yes, Daddy?" she replied.

"Very good," I said. "Now, pull your skirt up two inches."

She looked at me, then reached down to comply. I handed Cara some money and the check.

"Go pay our bill and meet me outside," I said, standing and walking to the door. "Don't touch your skirt."

She blushed a deep red and stood. The bottom of her ass cheeks were clearly on display as she walked to the counter. She fumbled with the change, then turned to walk out. I could see her skirt barely covered her naked slit from the front.

Cara walked out the door and stopped in front of me. I could tell she really wanted to tug her skirt down to cover herself, but she didn't.

"What now, Daddy," she asked, looking up at me.

"Fix your skirt," I said. "You look like a slut."

She shuddered at my words. But her nipples betrayed her. They'd started to relax as time passed, but now, they shot to full erection when I called her a slut.

"Very good," I said. "Now, come with me."


Chapter 3

Cara fell into step beside me. I gave her a firm smack on the ass, which drew the attention of more than one passer-by, and instructed her to walk at heel, one step behind me and one step to my right. She fell into place and followed, head down, as we headed to my car.

I opened the door. I instructed her to step off the curb and stand in the door well. I raised her skirt, bearing her from the waist down, and told her to bend forward. She put her palms on the car seat and waited.

I reached around her, into the glove box and removed a medium-sized anal plug. I brought the tip to her mouth and told her to lubricate it with her saliva.

"Don't worry," I said. "It's new. Your's will be the first ass it penetrates."

She shuddered and hesitated. She refused to open her mouth, shaking her head slightly in the negative.

"Do it!" I ordered, giving her a hard crack on her bare ass for good measure. "If you don't, it's going in dry."

After a moment, she grudgingly opened her mouth. I pushed the plug in until she gagged, pulled it free and lined it up with her sphincter. Cara moaned as the blunt end of the plug spread the tight ring of muscle guarding her deepest recesses. She groaned as the widest part of the plug was forced past her ring.

I removed a pair of metal cuffs from my back pocket. I pulled her arms behind her back, slipped the rings around her wrists and secured them, tightly.

"In the car," I said as I stepped away, exposing her to the pedestrian traffic on the street. "Now."

Cara almost leaped into the seat. A small cry escaped her lips as her shapely posterior came to rest on the leather, the tip of the butt plug pushing further into her bowels.

I walked around to the drivers side, leaving the passenger door open. I climbed into my seat and inserted the key in the ignition. I turned to face her – and the open passenger door which still left her exposed to the general public.

"Well, slut," I said. "Close the damn door!"

"But ...," she started to say.

"But, nothing," I said, slapping her hard on her exposed thigh, leaving a clear, red hand print. "Close it so we can get going."

I took her almost five minutes, but she finally managed to maneuver herself into a position where she could hook the door with one finger and pull it shut. Her gyrations left her constantly exposing herself, including

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