Staci Takes Charge - Chapter 2 - The Beginning

By LoveEmYoung

Story Codes: FemDom, preteen.

"I'm gonna call my mom and tell her I'm spending the night. 
Don't worry, she doesn't know Ash's at summer camp so she won't
have any reason to suspect it's anything but another sleepover."

I'd just finished cleaning my cum off my new 12-year-old
Mistresses feet and was washing it down with a glass of water
when she dropped this bomb on me.  How in God's name am I going
to look Steve and Jenny in the face when next I see them?  I'm
serving as a slave to their preteen daughter for Christ sake.  As
I listened to Staci talk on the phone with her mom it struck me
that this was a conversation she'd had dozens if not hundreds of
times in the past, so I had no reason to worry.  If I learned
nothing else in law school I did learn to put on a face so my
opponent wouldn't know what was going through my mind.

"Thanks mom...yeah I know.  I'll behave and listen to what Josh
tells me to do.  I'll see you about noon tomorrow...bye.  Well
worthless, looks like I have all night to use and abuse your
sorry ass.  Oh excuse me...I mean your pussy...hahahaha.  I'm
gonna enjoy this so much.  The only question is, what do I do to
you first?"

"Um, Mistress, if I could be so bold as to make a suggestion."

"What is it shithead?"

"Can we please just be ourselves for a bit and not Mistress and
slave?"

"I guess.  So what did you have in mind Josh?"

"Well, since you are, for the most part, completely inexperienced
in the world of D&s, it might work best for a while if I do a
thing that's called topping from the bottom.  What that means is
that you would absolutely always be in charge when we are in our
roles, and free to be as mean and abusive toward me as you
desire...actually the meaner the better from my perspective, but
I would suggest the activities and show you how to use the
equipment and make suggestions as to ways you could learn and
become a better Mistress.  Does that sound ok to you?"

"Sure.  I was kinda worried that I might not be very good at a
lot of this stuff since I only know what I've read and seen on
porn sites."

"Well, that would be an excellent place to start.  The best thing
to do is forget everything you've seen on porn sites and most of
what you've read.  Most of that is pure fantasy and not something
that works in real life.  A good example would be that a lot of
female submissives...and some male ones...have rape fantasies and
I've been around inexperienced subs that have asked to be raped
for real.  The problem is that rape is not about sex...it's about
control and hurting the other person...physically and
emotionally.  When a woman...or man is really raped it fucks them
up inside really badly.  A rape fantasy done completely as a
fantasy can be erotic but not the real thing.  Also, something we
haven't discussed yet in all the heat of the moment and all, is
limits and boundaries."

"What are those?"

"Limits and boundaries are the things that are out of bounds.  I
know, I know...I told you you could do anything you want to me,
but the reality is that everyone has limits and boundaries...it's
just that some peoples list is really long and some are really
short.  Mine, for instance, is pretty short...and actually got a
little shorter when I started playing with you."

"What do you mean...what do I have to do with your list?"

"Okay, see everyone...even a Dominant in a relationship...and
this is a relationship, by the way...has limits and boundaries. 
Actually your list would likely be pretty long considering your
age and experience level.  For instance, you probably wouldn't
want to get naked so that I could worship your pussy or ass just
yet...considering no one but you have touched either area since
you were a baby.  So that would be a limit and boundary for you.
It's a little different for a Dominant though since you are
always in charge and you dictate what we do, you just don't do
things you don't want to do.  Whereas with me as the slave, it's
important that you know what I will and won't do.  To answer your
question of what you have to do with my limits and boundaries you
have to understand the tenants of any SM relationship.  To be an
SM relationship...and not abuse, or rape or whatever...all
activities must be Safe, Sane and Consensual.  Safe and Sane are
pretty self explanatory, but Consensual is where...up until about
an hour ago, you fit.  I've always said that part of my limits
and boundaries were that I didn't engage in any activities with
kids or animals since neither of them is...under the law and by
nature...able to consent.  What that means is that according to
the local police...and about 99.9% of the general
population...you are unable to give consent because of your age.
It doesn't matter one little bit that you approached me asking
for information or that you initiated the contact between us. 
According to the grown ups I'm the adult and I should have
refused your requests and demands."

"Yeah, like you could have refused.  Look at this hot body and
gorgeous face...do you really think you could ever refuse me
anything?  Hahaha"

"Yeah, yeah I know you are irresistible."

"Okay, enough of all this yakking.  Tell me what I can't do to
you so we can get to the good stuff."

"Well, since the kids part seems to be water under the bridge,
the only other limits and boundaries I have are no activities
with animals, no blood letting...meaning no activities that cause
me to bleed, no burning or permanent scarring and no activities
involving shit."

"Does that mean I can piss all I want...hahaha?"

"Actually pissing activities...better known as water sports...are
fine.  Truth be told I've long had a fantasy about being forced
to serve as a toilet for my Mistresses piss, but never had the
guts to actually pursue it...and Diana wasn't really open to the
idea.  I guess she thought she was humiliating me enough without
adding that.  So, if and when you are comfortable with the idea
of me having contact with your pussy, I'd love to try and see if
I can take that fantasy over to the reality side."

"Yeah, well we'll have to wait on that one for a while.  You're
right that no one but me has played with my pussy for a very long
time so I'm gonna have to ease into it.  So, what can we do for
now that doesn't involve me letting you molest me?"

"Well I can show you how to use the various whips and cuffs and
stuff.  Actually, if we're going to go forward with this
relationship, there's a ceremonial aspect we can do, but only if
you are comfortable with the idea of being my Mistress and...at
least for short periods of time that we can steal
together...owning me.  Do you feel comfortable that's what you
want to do?"

"Oh yeah.  I'm gonna love using you for a long time to come pussy
boy!"

"I guess our time of being equals is over then.  Anyways the
ceremony I was talking about is called collaring.  It's when a
Dominant presents his or her slave with a collar and the slave
accepts the idea of becoming the Dominants property.  Diana
presented me with this collar 18 years ago and I'd be honored to
have you use it to take ownership of me.  I understand if you
want to get me a new collar of your own, but using this one would
not only honor Diana but it would be the most special gesture you
could make to me."

"Alright my little slave boy...when I close this lock you will
become mine forever...or until I get tired of your worthless,
sorry ass."

"Thank you Mistress.  I'll wear it with pride knowing that I
belong to the most beautiful Mistress in the world.  I think
maybe we should start with the very basic beginning activities
like positions and rules.  We should probably have a codeword
that you use when you want me to strip and enter into my slave
persona.  What about pussy boy?  You seem to like that one.  Any
time you use that term to me, I would immediately strip and
present myself to you.  I'll go over that more in a minute, but
it's super important that you be very very discreet as to when
you use that term.  There can be no other person around or going
to be around any time soon.  This is the manner in which I would
present myself to you."  As I said this I knelt down and kissed
each of my new Mistresses feet and thanked her for allowing me
into her presence.  I then turned around and with my knees spread
wide I put my feet up against the couch and placed my forehead on
the carpet with my hands down next to my knees.  "This is my
presentation position Mistress.  In this position you have access
to all my intimate areas so you could use my pussy in any manner
you choose, you could torture my clitty and dinky ballets and you
can spank my ass or whip my back.  You can also reach down and
grab a handful of my hair and pull me up into a kneeling position
where you could torture my nipples or say sweet nothings into my
ears.  A lot of any SM activity involves a certain amount of
theater.  We are essentially actors playing our roles and the
better you play your role the better the scene is."

SMACK

Mistress had hit my ass so hard with her bare hand that it almost
brought tears to me eyes.  It also made my clitty jump.  When the
next blow landed she followed it up by telling me that she was
going to blister my ass so bad I wouldn't sit right for a week. 
For some reason I got the feeling this wasn't a new concept to
Staci.  Ashley had told me on a number of occasions how Steve
would get angry with Staci or her little sister Samantha and he
would put them over his knee, pull down their pants and panties
and spank them really hard till they cried.  I asked her once if
he ever spanked her, but she said no he hadn't.  I got the
feeling from the tone of her voice, at the time that she was a
little disappointed that he hadn't.  I thanked Mistress for each
of the thirty or more times she beat my now burning ass and when
she was done she collapsed onto the couch.  I turned around and
held her in my arms as she sobbed almost uncontrollably into my
chest.  This was a bit strange for me to do as I felt I was
leaving my slave place to do this.  Staci seemed to enjoy this
though so I let her cry.  When she finished, she wiped her eyes
with her shirt and then completely blew me away when she looked
deep into my eyes and proceeded to kiss me with more passion than
any woman had ever done previously in my life.

After a couple of minutes in which I was sure I had died and gone
straight to heaven, she broke the kiss and then took my hand and
placed it on her braless left breast.  In the span of about five
minutes, I had fallen madly, passionately and completely in love
with this little 12-year-old girl and there was no turning back
now.