Cleaning out the newly departed Miss Field’s large estate was a pretty big job. There had to be 20 rooms in the old mansion. Each room was bare and musty from lack of use. All the clothes and furniture was picked earlier so all that remained were a few boxes of personal items that were stored for a long time. This wasn’t the first place Anna was hired to clean after someone had passed away, but this had to be the largest. What the old lady needed with this big a house was a mystery to her.
Taking a short break, Anna sat down on one of the boxes. Looking in another she noticed a thick book and pulled it out of the box to take a look at it a second. It was leather bound with only Dairy for a title on the cover. Flipping through the pages she noticed it was hand written. The last entry was dated back June 11, 1966. Moving back to the beginning the first entry was for June 6, 1935. History was never her favorite subject, but the personal journal peeked her interest. She was totally hooked from the first paragraph.
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I knew why I was being sent away. I was evil and unfit to live around civilized people because of my lustful unnatural urges. My parents were both strict protestants and never tolerated my free spirit and since of adventure. When I had been caught kissing our housekeepers daughter one day my Mother threw a fit. After she told my father about it he yelled the dirtiest profanities at me I had ever come out of his mouth. There are places for deviant young women and I’m going to send you off so maybe you can learn to be a normal, he said.
“Miss Catherin Fields, we have been waiting for you all day to get here.” The imposing tall figure of the woman answering the door. “I am Mistress Tina. I’m in charge here which is the thing you must always remember. Your father called and told me you needed some discipline for your deviant ways.” Stepping aside to allow Cathy to enter the dimly lit area house.
I walked in with my head down. The house was warm and very neat.
Looking around I thought the place was very lovely. Not what I was expecting at all. When I was told AI was being sent away, I envisioned cold, hard prison like accommodations. It was nice and roomy with a welcoming atmosphere. Looking back at the woman that answered the door she noticed that she was stood a full foot taller. Dressed all in black she was at first glance intimidating. A closer look though and I saw that she was beautiful.
“Well don’t just stand there,” the Mistress said. “Take off your cloths so I can get a look at you.”
I could hardly believe what she just told me. Did I hear her right? Did she want me to strip my cloths off right here in the front room. We were alone with no one else around, but she didn’t mean what she thought she meant I hoped. I probably just heard her wrong. My hesitation earned me a sharp slap across the face.
“Strip bitch!!!” I heard the woman saying. With a tear in my eye I slowly began to unbutton the back of my dress. Letting it fall to the floor I stood in front of the woman now in my bra and panties. The stern look on her face told me she wasn’t yet satisfied. Reaching around I unhooked my bra and removed it exposing my breast. For some reason I didn’t understand my nipples were large and stiff in the warm room. Bending down I removed the white cotton panties I wore. Standing naked in front of the woman I had only just I felt a shiver run up my 18 year old body when I felt her eyes run up a down my body. She seemed to be sizing me up for a new dress.
“Your father tells me you have a thing for girls, is that correct?” The Mistress asked me accusingly. I couldn’t look her in the face. The shame of why I was sent here was to unbearable to admit out loud to anyone. I meekly said yes witch was barley loud enough to be heard. That earned be another slap in the face.
“When you answer me I expect to hear yes Mistress or no Mistress. Get it in you little head. You belong to me now and you will learn to address me correctly,” the dominate woman told me.
The Mistress stood close to me now. I could feel the heat coming off her body and smell the faint soapy smell of her skin. I looked up at her face when I felt her hands touching my body. What was she doing. She started touching me all over with her hands and feeling me up in my most private places. Her hands were both soothing and erotic, but the sensual feeling didn’t last long.
The Mistress grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back. “So you want be with a women do you,” she said. Then she kissed me on the mouth, full and hard. Her lips pressed against mine and she put her tongue in my mouth. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was a sin, but I just sucked on the other woman’s tongue and didn’t want to stop.
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