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Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous)
Story title : O-2000 - Part 3
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O-2000 - Part 3 (Fdom/f, rom, bd)
By "SafeWord"
Dedicated to: Deitre, Who could say more in fewer words
than I'll ever manage:
to: Lenny Bruce for his courage
to: "O"
Chapter 3: Reflection: Why do fools fall in love?
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I laid back on my bed, thinking. I wasn't tired but did
need some time to reflect on things. Mom came in and
checked on me. She said Tracy had told her how it was my
time and how my tummy was hurting. Mom told me to get some
sleep and she would be in the check on me later.
I smiled and told her I was fine not to worry.
I thought about Tracy and what a smooth fibber she was.
Tracy knew I was on my time last week cause she was also.
She sure knew how to tell a fib that Mom wouldn't look
into too hard, cause Mom didn't seem to ever wanna talk
much about things like that. Normal body functions or sex
were just not talked about at home. I started thinking
about my Mom as a person, but forced my thoughts back to
Tracy. That's who I HAD to think about, first cause of
the things she had done to me and made me do.
Wicked dirty things! Did Tracy dream those up? Just
Today? Couldn't have.
Tracy must have been thinking about me a lot! I realized
that my sister must have planned what she was going to do
to me way in advance. We shared the same room and kinda
really knew each other's stuff and I had never seen some
of the things she had used today. Like that little pee
pot and the dog collar with leash. We didn't have a dog!
Well, maybe Tracy had one now, me! (I smiled and
shivered).
I thought for a while about being Tracy's puppy, Wow!
Did that! Ever excite me, then I just thought about Tracy
for a while.
My sister was so different from me. In kinda like,
everyway you could compare. Her Mom had been
Cuban/Spanish mix and her Dad was a big man. Tracy had
ended up with long black hair and a dark complexion. She
was tall with a slender build, had long legs and a
perfect 36 bust. She wasn't what one would call pretty,
she looked too cold for that. She was beautiful! My
sister walked and talked like a Spanish Lady or Ice Queen
or something, anyway that's what I thought she acted
like. She was so cool cause she looked like she was made
to rule a kingdom or castle.
Whatever, my sister did it for me and could rule me
around as much as she wanted. Somehow Tracy made me cream
up with desire by just me thinking about her. I couldn't
figure out, why? Maybe I was a lesbian cause I was in
love with a girl? I didn't think so? I wasn't in love
with any guys but I didn't know any guys. I had always
thought I would get married someday like normal people or
whatever normal people do.
Then decided I didn't care about if I was that or if she
was a girl.
I loved her, she was my sister, my queen, my Mommy (I
giggled)... my Tracy.
I loved her really now, not like a sister. I was hers and
I was going to do anything darn thing she wanted me to,
to Please Her. Anything! I didn't care what! Even if she
wanted to hurt me or loan me to her friends, like Cindy!
Cindy now was a different matter. I didn't feel the same
way about Cindy, heck! I wasn't sure if I liked Cindy or
if she liked me for that matter. Cindy was taller than me
and sure wasn't slender. She was a full figured girl not
fat just medium like. She had big tits and a full ass.
Dirty short blond hair. She was well... normal, an
American Spice girl always wearing short skirts or a top
that didn't cover her belly button. Of course she had a
little gold belly button ring and wore three rings in
each ear and had a tattoo of a little bird right on the
bottom of her left ass cheek that showed sometimes when
she was wearing a real short skirt.
I had no idea why Tracy and her were such good friends
they were so different. Cindy kinda hung around with a
whole lot of people that Tracy had no use for. Still they
were best of friends to each other, with each other. I
guess now I had some real insight as to part of what they
did together alone. Today had not been the first time
they had fooled around and Cindy knew where Tracy hid
that oil, and that oil was there because... Hmm....
Thinking about the oil got me back on how I felt about
Cindy.
Cindy had scarred me.
She had treated me like I was an animal or worse. A
plastic doll to break or use as you wanted. Forget about
the doll, the doll doesn't matter, who cares about the
doll's feelings.
Well, I thought, like maybe the doll, for one!
But... I kinda enjoyed how Cindy had treated me. She made
me feel dirty and it was sexy. She called me names and
that turned me on, and told me she had wanted to fuck me
from the first time she saw me and that turned me more
and then told me she was gonna fuck me as hard as she
wanted to and she did, too! ... Yeah! and I liked it, I
came like crazy. But I didn't like Her, just how she
treated and talked to me. Weird!
Cindy had wanted to hurt me too. Funny thing was that
didn't matter to me. I didn't care if she hurt me a
little or a lot. She was in control of me at the time and
if that was what she wanted to do. That was what I was
there for, Tracy had loaned me to Cindy and that gave
Cindy the right to. Anyway, Tracy had told her to take it
easy on me. So Tracy was still the real one who owned
me... owned? I stopped and thought about that word.
Owned? Did Tracy own me? Maybe she did? You had to own
something to loan it to someone and that was what Tracy
had done, loaned me to Cindy. She loaned me out or
whatever and hoped I would be returned not too broken.
Imagine! Owned like a slave! Wow! Cool! I 'm Tracy's
slave ... I loved the thought.
I wondered if the time would come when Tracy would allow
Cindy to do whatever she wanted to me?
I wondered what whatever was?
I slept.
Tracy came in later and gently woke me up. When I was
completely awake she asked me if I wanted a bite to eat?
I opened my eyes wide and gave her a smirky smile and
she laughed and hugged me.
She sat on the bed and asked me how I felt about what had
happened and said that maybe she had gone too far cause
she was really horny and that we could forget about this
and just go on as we were if I wanted and...
I stopped her.
I then told her about everything I had been thinking,
about how she must have planned it, about how I had liked
it, about how I loved her, about what I would do to
Please her, about how I didn't like Cindy but I liked it
anyway and finally I told her, how I figured she owned me
now and that I liked the thought of being her Slave.
She listened to me till I ran out of words, and sat,
looking at me for a long time. Then she said to me that I
sure had done a lot of serious thinking. She told me that
I was talking about some serious stuff and that she had
only intended to have some fun and didn't want me to get
hurt. She said that I was so responsive to her that
things had gone further than she thought it would.
She told me maybe we should think about it some more.
I then told her about Cindy inviting me to her party on
Friday and how I said I would but I wouldn't go, if she
said not to. Tracy said that she was gonna sure have a
talk to Cindy about that and I could tell she was mad.
She asked me if I had thought about what might happen
there because of the rough way that Cindy had treated me
today?
I said to her, "I told you, I liked it!"
Tracy looked at me in silence for a long time again. She
was still kinda ticked off at Cindy I think, she has a
real Spanish temper.
She told me she was really worried because I seemed to
like being under another's control so much.
That I didn't know anything and that not knowing could be
dangerous.
That someone else, like Cindy, who didn't love me, might
use me and I could get really seriously hurt or drugged
and raped or pregnant or end up in prostitution or
anything.
That if I was Sure I wanted to be enslaved, Ok, but I was
going to be her slave not anyone else's!
That no other Fucking Bitch was going to own me, except
Her!
That she was gonna make dam sure no one was gonna treat
me rough except her or under her rules to protect me.
That she loved me! ... She loved me!
She gave me a hug and I asked "So am I now your slave?"
She said "No, You have to know a lot more first and then
you can decide tomorrow, first I want to explain some
things to you to protect you from me, others and
yourself."
Tracy then told me all about submission and humiliation,
about tops and bottoms, about Femdoms and Maledoms about
bondage and S&M, about safe sex and safe words, about
latex and leather, about legs and feet, about ponygirls
and animals about watersports and messysports about ...
more darn things of how sex worked then I had ever
imagined existed!
I just stared at her when she finished and asked her
where the heck she had learned all that stuff?
She smiled and said that she read a lot and not all of it
was schoolwork.
I then asked her "Will we doing all of that?"
She smiled that funny smile and said "well I guess
you've left that up to me to decide, Eh?"
We both laughed and she told me to go back to sleep.
She turned off the light and I heard her say "tomorrow."
Continued in part 4...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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