That was my first time. Once we did it the first time that was the start we played about with each other for about three or four months after that, t...en it stopped for some time. I was just coming up to fifteen, my breasts were getting bigger and fuller and I just started to shave my pussy, never liked hair down there. One day I came home and found a bottle of vodka in the cabinet and thought I try a drink. I had four glasses of vodka with coke and took the last one up to my room, I sat on. " This was the first time that I actually had used that word, "submissive."As usual Terri's eyebrows had arched and I was imagining her thinking that I wanted her to be my slave. Without saying anything, she allowed me to continue. Her reservations were for now being kept to herself. Trying to explain myself better, I told her that menial or belittling tasks were not my intention. I then described my whole proposal, as best I could. Even though I had rehearsed this for months, no explanation. “Too many things. Not enough words,” she gasped between kisses. She rolled off me, tugged at the waist of my pants, sending me a message as she lay on her back, legs in the air, working her own pants and panties down.I, on the other hand, stood up and dropped my pants. Had to work the waistband to get it past an erection the likes I cannot remember even in the ‘hard on all the time’ days of my teen years. When I stood after working the pants free of my feet, stripping my socks off, she was. It all went in. Oh, and also her little wooden box that held her writing paper and a pen and some papers. All her worldly possessions inside one little frayed bag, her whole life.She looked around the room, at her bed. She traced her hands along the faces of the angels carved into the headboard her father so lovingly carved for her when she was a baby. She would miss her bed but the images were etched in her mind forever and she would carry it in her heart for the rest of her life.She cleaned.