”“College!” I simply said “I turned my life around there. Started a new so to speak.”“It going well then?” He asked.“Really well, like...you I feel confident about my exams. No girlfriend but I have now popped my cherry.”“Whey hey” he laughed and I couldn't help but laugh with him. We made our food order and just chatted away. Caught up on old times and having a laugh and joke like we used to do.Must have spent a good hour and a half eating and laughing. Finally we got the bill and split it. ‘What, my daddy’s little girl doesn’t like being a whore? Don’t you realise that’s all you are? You may as well accept it honey.’ I sit still. I know he is right. Why else would I have stood in a dirty alleyway trying to finger myself like that? How else would I stand in front of my class with no underwear on? ‘Let’s face it, Sarah, you’re just a submissive slut aren’t you? You might feel ashamed right now but that shame means you need to be punished. And that is such a turn on isn’t it? It’s. I shut the door once Kyle was inside and hooked my arm in his so I could guide him through the house to where mom and Blaine were waiting in the kitchen. I was pretty happy when he didn’t object to my arm being in his. That was some serious progress right there if you asked me. As we walked through the house, I could sense his nervousness so while we were still a good distance away from the kitchen, I leaned into him and whispered, “Hey, don’t sweat it. My mom is super cool, and her boyfriend,. So I started to wear my mother's clothes and soon began to love girdles and suspender belts and stockings. Best of all was her wedding dress...I saw myself as a bride to a commanding uniformed guy and this remained my ideal for years. I was quite innocent about all this until I reached an age where I began to wonder what was happening to me. I started to read the dictionary definitions. As a result I ran away from it all. forced myself to stop dressing, tried to date girls (disaster). .