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Finding My Way
(Kathy Culina)

I went home that night my head spinning. Over and over I kept asking myself what I`d gotten into. I couldn`t believe the way I`d fallen to my knees for Cindy and promised her I would be her slave. I`d said I would call her mistress and obey her in every way. What the heck kind of twilight zone had I woke up in this morning. I new from junk I`d read that this kind of thing existed but I didn`t really believe people would willingly be slaves. How could people want to treat other people that way and no one could want to have someone spank them? Now I`d landed in the middle of just that. My boss now labeled me her slave expecting me to address her as mistress and be obedient to her every command.



Even more bazaar was the fact that I`d willingly dropped to my knees and ate her pussy, making her cum then drinking it. I wasn`t lesbian. I`d had the hots for boys not girls. I`d looked at the other girls in my gym class or when we`d had sleepovers at the house but what I`d felt was curiosity surely not lust. 



But some of those feelings mirrored the way I`d felt when I`d seen Cindy`s breasts and when I`d knelt before her pussy, pulled aside her panties and seen it full of cream. I`d felt a deep hunger. A need to taste and feel her seared my soul. I knew. In those moments with the taste of her in my mouth, that I was everything she said I was. As much as I wanted to run back to my parents I knew with out a doubt that, I was Cindy`s slave in my heart and in my soul. I knew I`d stay and serve her, because I wanted to and because she demanded it of me.



The next morning I arrived at work. I was antsy as I sat at my desk getting ready for the day. Cindy had told me the name of a salon in town, I was to call and make an appointment for as soon as possible this morning.



Cindy came in about a half hour after I had. I wasn`t sure how to act or what to say or do. She breezed through the door and into her office. Business as usual, it was almost as if the things that happened yesterday were a dream.



The salon opened at nine at nine o one, I dialed their number. My hand shook as I placed the call. I was hesitant and shy when the receptionist answered the call. I could feel my cheeks flame as I explained what I wanted. The woman on the phone was pleasant and sophisticated. She said she could get me in, in half an hour.



I hung up the phone and walked into Cindy`s office. She was studying some photos of houses at her desk. I waited for her to notice me, finally, I spoke. "Cindy, I have an appointment in half an hour." I wasn`t about to say anything more incase it really had been a dream.



"Do I need to punish you to remind you that when you address me you will address me as Mistress?" Cindy asked. 



"No mistress. I`m sorry. I called the salon you told me to and they said I could come in, in half an hour. Is that ok?" 



"That`s better. But next time, there won`t be a next time will there slave?" 



"No mistress." 



"Now go and be a good slave and make yourself presentable to me."



I hurried from her office and headed for the door. I would have to walk fast to make it to my appointment several blocks away.