"This is the first part of my first story. Due to English not being my mother tongue, I can post it thanks to the great work and help of naughtyann, a really kind and helpful person to whom I am really grateful. I hope you like the story, please let me know what you think."

My name is Kelly and I am twenty eight years old, with a small body, thin, but not skinny with petite breasts and I am just less than five foot in height. If you need a description of my hair, it is black and I have two styles, in braids for when I go out or loose when I am at home.

Tragedy struck my family at an early age as my mother died in a car accident when I was ten, and my elder brother left home the next year, soon after his eighteenth birthday. Dad didn't cope very well with the loss and started getting drunk after work. In less than a year he was already married with an older woman that he picked up in a pub during one of his evening visits.

Neither of them cared about me as they were too busy getting drunk so, by the time I was eighteen, I found a part time job and left home, at the same time continuing with my studies and eventually I graduated and tried to find a job.

During my years at college I got a little crush for a classmate, and we had a brief relationship, at least full of good sex. It turned out then that I was just another conquest for him to boast of, and when I found him in bed with one of the maids of a local pub, I kicked him out of my life. I always have been quite independent, since I had to grow up alone and I didn't really want to tie myself down to anyone.

I got laid with a few men and even had some lesbian experiences during my years at college, none of them really serious; it was always for fun and to relax. So, when I graduated I left everything and everyone behind, to start my new life.

Soon I found a job in a law firm and I decided to separate my professional relationships in the office to my leisure ones. Sometimes I felt alone and went clubbing and got laid, I didn’t mind if it was a girl or a man, but my main interest was just to get fucked and relieve the stress, not to find a story.

One night at the pub I met a man, and we started chatting. He was nice looking, but after a little while he started to become rude which made me nervous. A beautiful redheaded woman intervened and I thanked her, and then I started to drink heavily because of the shock.

As I left the club, I could hardly stand up and I stumbled on my own foot, falling towards the sidewalk, someone caught me and I saw that it was the redhead.

"You can’t go around alone in such a condition” she told me.

Then she called for a cab, got in with me and asked for my address then told the driver where to take us. On our arrival she took my purse, got my keys out and helped me inside. She laid me on the bed, undressed me, and then took me into the shower.

The cold stream of water cleared the fog in my mind enough to understand I had been stupid to get so drunk and, as she dried my body, my inhibitions were wiped out. Thanking her I had the idea of just embracing her neck, pulling her to me I started to kiss her lips. She seemed responsive to my kiss initially but, after a little moment, pushed me away.

"You are too drunk to understand what you are doing" she told me.

I began crying at her refusal and then my pussy started dripping as I looked at her. Noticing my juices oozing down along my thighs, she glanced at me in acknowledgement. My legs started shaking and I found myself dripping juice like I never thought possible.

Already she could see how I felt and told me to kneel in front of her, I obeyed and then she raised her short skirt.

"You wanted to kiss me? Then kiss me!"

I eagerly put my head between her legs and kissed her shaved cunt. The scent was sweet, the flavour was delicious and I couldn’t avoid my tongue starting to lick her clit.

I was shy to begin with then, gained more confidence, as she moaned louder and louder. As my tongue reached between her lips her wetness was proof that I was doing it right.

As she lay on the bed I didn't leave her pussy and licked between her pussy lips, then I sucked her clit. She moaned and put her hands on my head pulling me deeper between her thighs. Then I put my tongue inside her love hole and buried my face between her legs, trying to reach as farthest as possible inside her pussy hole with my tongue. I was intoxicated.

Her essence, I had never tasted anything so delicious, her juices were covering my face, filling my throat as I swallowed anything.

"Suck me slut! Eat me! Faster... suck my clit... I'm cuuumming... aaah!"

Her climax made her pussy essence flow over my whole face and, as her legs closed, she pushed me to the floor as I started to climax too – even without being touched.

As she recovered she stared at me then, with a wicked grin on her face, she asked me if I had enjoyed it, then called me a slut. Pinching my left nipple and it hardened to her touch.

"When I ask something to you, slut, you have to answer properly!" she commanded “you will answer and refer to me as Mistress Serena"

"I... Yes..." I answered hesitantly.

"Yes what?”

"Yes I enjoyed it Mistress"

"On all fours!" she ordered.

"While I am with you, you won't talk unless asked. You won't move unless ordered to and you will not question orders."

"You will refer to yourself in the third person as slut or slave, depending on the situation and on what will be requested to you.”

“You are my slave and slut and you will have no other will than to please me. Do you understand this?”

"Yes Mistress. This slut slave understands, Mistress" I replied.

"When I am with you, you will be on your knees, sitting with legs wide open, eyes down and hands on your thighs, palms open up.”

“You won't wear anything unless told different. Is that clear?"

"Clear, Mistress" I responded.

"Very well” she replied.

I was to sit, so I did as she commanded then she approached me and walked around me. The slap on my butt surprised me and I squirmed and gulped, and I yelled too. Nevertheless I had my pussy drip juices. One slap after another and my ass started to feel on fire, as the burning rose. It started to ache, and yet, I was overwhelmed by the feeling rising from my pussy, expanding to fill all of my body, mixed with the burning heat from my ass cheeks. After a while she stopped, and I felt her boot on my butt, and as she pushed it, I lost my balance and fell on the floor. 

Feeling deeply humiliated I was oddly greatly aroused. So my training began, a training I didn't ask for, and I hadn’t even realized yet how much I was eager to learn to obey and to serve. That was what she understood long before me: I have a strongly submissive side.

I was so turned on that I was eager to do anything that she asked, although at the time I didn't fully understand the possible consequences of my choice of submission. I think now it was the best decision I ever made in my life, but in the beginning it was only a strange new and good way to have wonderful sex.

I think she felt the same, and she wasn’t the least fond of me at that time, neither was I of her. She ordered me to go to sleep, prohibited me to touch myself and to cum. I could carry on with my normal life when she wasn’t with me. Then she left my house and I thought I wouldn't see her again. Just for fun I decided to try to follow her orders, confident she wouldn't show up again, and after a couple of days had passed by I would be wondering if something had really happened or it was it just the effect of alcohol which made me dream everything? How wrong could I have been!