Jessica's Journey

[fromo]

This story contains mature content, and should only be read by those who understand this, I hope you enjoy.

Jessica's Journey Into Slavery

Jessica was knelt down, her hands above her head, tied to a set of railings. Her clothing was gone, cut away after she'd been tied in place. A cold breeze blew against her body, the chill making her raise her head slightly, to look at a figure before her.

"Please, use me"

There was a slightly amused chuckle, then sudden pain.

Chapter 1

Time ticked away slowly, jessica gently rubbing herself whilst she had the chance to. She moaned slightly, but after a minuet of continuing, she stopped and just lay on her back, looking at the ceiling. She was bored, she'd never had this problem before, her hand gently rubbed one of her breasts, her fingers dancing over the nipple, but she didn't feel everything that she normally did. She'd been finding playing duller and duller over the past couple of years, subtly, but never to the point where she lost the motivation to actually play.
Her fingers moved over her lips and gently pressed between them, she was still a virgin, 19, and still a virgin. Maybe if she broke her virginity and inserted something, she'd get the passion back, but it wasn't something she just wanted to do herself, she wanted someone else to do it when it felt right. She'd had guys try moves in the past, but she'd never liked guys that much, in fact, she was into girls, she'd realised this years ago, but never found someone else who was the same. She'd never been able to experiment properly with someone.
She pulled her finger away and licked it, enjoying her juice. She loved the taste, but it still didn't rekindle her passion.
The was a sound outside, a car backing up, family home. She bolted up, grabbing her cloths from the floor and pulling her pants and panties up as fast as she could. A car door shut. She pulled her bra on, fiddling with the clasps for a moment. She heard the front door open just as she got the clasps together, she look around quickly for her shirt, grabbing it and pulling it on as she heard food steps on the stairs. She sat on her bed, opening her book to make it look like she'd been reading, her mums head poked around the door frame.
"hey honey, we got you some lunch, you're dads got it for you downstairs, come down when you want it"
"Ok, thanks mum"
Jessica's mum disappeared, foot steps moving down the stare case. Jess breathed a slight sigh of relief, but oddly, felt some of that passion returning, feeling the moisture between her lips. She sighed to herself and sat up, ignoring it, and left her room.

Downstairs, her mum and dad where unpacking shopping, talking to one another. Jess walked to the counter, where there was a torpedo sandwich on a plate.
"Is this mine?"
Her dad turned to her. "Yes, bring the plate down when you're done"
Jess pick up the plate and turned around, her parents continued talking.
"They found her tied up un the basement, search for 5 days, and she was in the house next door"
Jess had gone out of ear shot by the end, but felt a slight tingle at the though of it for some reason. She paused on the stairs for a moment. That was wrong, why'd she feel a tingle, the sort she use to feel when she played with herself when hearing about a kidnapping…
She went into her room and shut the door behind her, sitting beside her laptop. Why did she get a tingle…
She went onto the internet and looked up the story, a 22 year old had gone missing, the house left in a mess. Nothing about that was remotely pleasant. She read a similar article to the one that mer mum and dad must have read, it still seemed unpleasant, right up until she read over 'being kept, restrained' which she instantly felt a light tingle to.
She wondered for a moment, then searched for an image of someone tied up, a series of image's popped onto the screen, she had a sudden urge, she felt herself pulse a little, seeing so many people tied up, every image she saw, she imagined what it'd be like in that situation, her hand rubbing the crotch of her pants.
She stopped herself. ".. what am I… some kind of pervert?" She closed the laptop down, and picked up her sandwich, taking a bite out of it, the thought of being tied up on her mind constantly. She was curious, but didn't understand why, of all things, that made her so curious.

Several days passed, her mind would wander back to the idea of being tied up, sometimes when she was alone, other times, when it would be rather in-appropiate to think of such things.
She currently sat watching a movie with her mum and dad, her dads choice, of phsyco film. She hadn't been paying much attention until recently. One of the characters was being held by the 'villain' , tied up naked outside, waiting for him to do what ever the plot intended to her. Her lips tingled at the sight of it, they where begging to be touched. She moved her legs around, trying to ignore the feeling, then the camera pulled out, showing the sight in all of its glory. She felt a quiver go through her.
"I'm going to go up stairs"
She stood up and started to walk towards the stairs.
"Already, it's only part way through?" Her dad replied.
"I'm ok, I have a few things I want to do anyway"
She walked towards the stairs at a brisk pace, trying not to go up them to quickly to make it seem she was rushing. The instant the door shoot behind her, she locked it and stripped off. She didn't even bother lying on her bed, she just fell to the floor, one of her hands between her legs, the other at her chest. She began rubbing vigarously, the image still there of the character exposed for anyone to see, Jessica spread her legs wide, trying to expose her self to no-one, but imaging someone looking at her, the way she'd looked at the character in the movie. Her speed increased, she began to pant, feeling that passion rising again, she wanted to close her legs, but forced them to remain spread. She clutched her breast with her fingers, digging into it, she felt herself almost there, nearing with each rub, then suddenly, she did something she'd never done before, she pulled her hand sharply away, then brought it down on her pussy, slapping it hard.
She lost control, her juices suddenly flowed out from her, a loud moan escaping her lips as her body quivered. She lay there for a moment. She couldn't remember the last time she'd squirted out like that, it'd been over a year since she'd squirted at all. She sat up and looked at the small, slightly creamy puddle in front of her as it began to get absorbed by the carpet.
She leaned forward on all 4's, having no idea why she was doing this, her head over the small puddle she'd created. After looking down on it for several seconds, she extended her tongue and began to lick at the moist area's of the carpet.

[angelstrike]

You're a really good writer and where this seems like it's going is really turning me on

[fromo]

Chapter 2

The night passed, and the next day came. Through out the night, Jessica hardly slept, her mind abuzz with activity, thinking about what she'd done, about how wrong it seemed, questioning why hitting herself her caused such a wonderful reaction, but continually questioning why she's licked everything. She didn't know why, but it felt like the right thing, and it only made her hornier.
Her thoughts had touched on what other fluids tasted like, she'd been curious about it before, but never tried. She just lay in bed with the thoughts after she woke, feeling the need to go in her lowers, but holding it. It hurt a little, but her lips called to her from it. She couldn't believe it, but she was a freak, and complete and utter freak… but it felt to good to stop.
"we're going out, see you later honey!"
The front door shut. Jessica lay there for a moment, before sliding out of bed. She was bare like the night before, never bothering to dress, she glanced down at her cloths, then did something she'd not done in years, stepping over them, she walked out of her room naked. She felt a thrill run through her slightly as she walked down the hall to the top of the stairs. She stood facing the door at the bottom, looking at the small window in the door frame. She felt her lips growing hot again, her fingers reached down and began to rub, the pressure in her adding to the pleasure. She wanted to be risky, the idea of someone seeing spurring her on to rub faster. There was a sudden burst of pressure, she suddenly remembered what she'd been holding in, her hand clutching her crotch tightly, feeling some fluid, but not sure what fluid, she ran through to the upstairs bathroom.
She ran into the room, then stopped dead in front of the toilet for a moment, her eyes gaping. The toilet had been lifted from it's place, she'd forgotten her dad had been working on it. She felt something wet on her hand, then fell to her knee's, unable to do anything else, she moaned a little as she accidentally let go. She squinted her eye's, tensing her body, keeping her hand clamped to herself as best she could, feeling every drop drip through or around her hand. After the seconds past, she didn't move, she just knelt there in a puddle of herself, unable to believe what she'd just done. Her lips burnt for attention again, her hand touched them, but she refused to rub them. Why would they burn for her attention now of all times?
Slowly, she rose, looking down at what she'd done. There was a puddle, fairly evenly spread, other then where she'd knelt, it glistened on the tile floor. She grabbed a wash cloth, and began wiping off anything on her feet and legs, then walked out of the bathroom, and down the stairs, forgetting the thrill momentarily, she retrieved a mop, and went back up to clean her mess.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she got rid of what she'd done. Her mind kept thinking of what someone else would think, the thought turned her on, but she didn't want to accept that, it was weird, it wasn't right. Once it was cleaned, she stood looking at the floor, her heart beat faster, but she suddenly turned, going back into her room, and just sat on her bad.
She opened her laptop, pulling up a browser, after thinking fora moment, she typed in 'wetting myself turned me on'. She clicked on the first thing that popped up. A site opened, which talked about some-one who found wetting them self's turning them on, the posts went on and on with people commenting similar experience's, others asking questions she was curious about, there was constant reference to it being a fetish, she opened another tab and typed in 'fetish' lists and lists of things popped up, all of which where considered fetish's. She began to read, curious.

Before Jessica realised it, several hours had passed, she'd spent the full time sitting there, reading over topics about pissing, topics about tying up, all the time, video's of people being tied up and used played to the side, she was unbelievably horny. Her hand occasionally drifted down and she played with herself as she read the posts, or she'd play with her breast, reading about what larger breasted women where able to do in various situations, imaging if her's where bigger and in their place. In reality however, they where barely lumps against her chest, she was nearly as flat chested as they came, it's something she'd always hated about her self when she'd seen others grow so quickly when she was younger, but her's hardly grew at all.
Strangely, the thought of her size was turning her on though, it'd never done that before, she'd never even thought of her size when playing with herself, it put her down, but made her lips crave more, even her nipples where begging for attention at the thoughts.
She stopped on the latest topic, this one was part of a website, something she'd not come across before, it was an advertisement, the girl had wrote about herself, that she was seeking to be owned by someone, there where details on her life, her interests, both living and kink related, she scrolled down the topic, looking at response's, some, where fairly informative, others, short one line replies. The idea of someone else controlling her made her lips burn with more passion then ever, without taking a second thought, she clicked off the topic, and onto the signup page. She got half way through filling in the necessary information about herself to sign up, then stopped. Her heart was hammering wildly in her chest. Was this what she really wanted?
This had happened so fast, she didn't know what to do, should she wait it out, see if it passes, or just try to go through with it? She swung her legs to the side, stood up and walked across her room. Last week, she'd been just about as normal as anyone else, but now… in just a week, her thoughts had made her into someone who was just odd. She was turning into the sort of person she considered a freak normally… but it felt right. Stopping felt like lying to herself for some reason.
She turned back to her bed, her jaw dropping a little. Where she'd been sitting, there was a large puddle that'd been absorbed by the bed sheet, she hadn't even realised that her juice's had been dripping out of her, she'd been caught up so much in her thoughts and what she read. Her hand dipped between her legs, and then pulled away wet. This practically chose for her, she took a gulping breath, walked forward to the laptop and continued filling in the details.

After 30 minuets of exploring the site, she'd figured out the basics of how it worked, found the chat rooms, found the proper add section and wrote up a brief add. She sat reading through it now, masturbating at the thought, she was getting close to another orgasm, she lent forward, and clicked 'submit'.
Her heart leapt into her throat, her fingers speed increased as she fell back, her legs spread as far as they could, she made a mental note of her position, shifting it away front he laptop, her other hand clutched her small breast, squeezing the nipple tightly. Her moans grew louder and louder as she built up, until the moment where she felt a wave of pleasure flow over her. She lay back, enjoying the waves, then like last time, after a moment, she lent forwards, touched her tongue to the fabric and licked up her mess, she continued playing whilst she did.

After she'd licked up what she could, she looked at her in-box, 13 replies. She sat, continuing to rub again, reading through her response's.

[archie21]

loving this... hope there is more...

[Memories for Life]

This story contains mature content, and should only be read by those who understand this, I hope you enjoy.

With your declaration that this story will contain mature content, it would be wise to request that a moderator move it to the R18+ section.

[Hrisy]

This story made me so wet....I hope it continues.

[fromo]

Originally Posted by Memories for Life

This story contains mature content, and should only be read by those who understand this, I hope you enjoy.

With your declaration that this story will contain mature content, it would be wise to request that a moderator move it to the R18+ section.

I know, but other users have posted their stories in the main story section before, offering a disclaimer at the start, because putting it into the other room generally means it'll go with less notice, I'll have a word with one of them anyway about it.

[molten man]

Great story.. Keep it going..

[fromo]

Been a bit of a while since the last instalment, but, here's chapter 3!

Chapter 3


2 days, and Jessica had yet to reply to a single message. She'd only opened 2, whilst she was masturbating, and came just to the idea's of what they would do. The people who's pm's she'd read had been male, yet the idea of her being tied or even just directed by them turned her on.
Her add hadn't specified a gender, but looking at her inbox, that may off been a good idea, she had 128 unread pm's. She'd been to caught up in the moment writing it to think of something so simple as that. She opened the 3rd message, this one simply saying 'i own you now, pm me'. She stared at it for a moment, then clicked reply. She simply typed 'ok then' and clicked send.
After a few minuets with no reply, she opened another, this one was much longer, she began to read through it, reaching half way, the person seemed nice, not the sort she'd expected to have reply when she made the thread. She began to read it, but began loosing interest as the messenger began talking about their fantasies. She closed it and read through several more, one taking her interest in particular, this one was from someone female, it was shorter then some, but not too long.
She typed her reply, saying she was new, but very interested.
A new notification popped up, a new pm arriving, 'kneel down bitch, what messengers do you own? reply quickly'
She sat staring at the message for a few seconds, then decided to follow it for now, try out actually following someones orders, she knelt. She replied with 'Skype' followed by her id.
A minuet passed, then a notification popped up, saying someone had added her called 'The_MAstEr_032'.
She replied to him as soon as he popped up.
'Hello there…"
'Hey bitch, you kneeling?'
'yes, i am.'
'good bitch, take cloths off'
Jess stood and walked over to her door, locking it, her parents wouldn't be home for a few hours whilst they where at work, but she wanted to be sure, just in case. After it was locked, she took everything off, ten knelt in front of the screen. There where 2 more message's waiting for her.
'hey bitch' and 'u there?'
She replied.
'Im here, they're off'
'Good, what underwear u wearing?'
Jessica hesitated for a moment, slightly confused.
'You told me to take my cloths off…'
'shut up bitch, finger your self'
Jessica's finger rub against her pussy lips,but she was surprised that she wasn't very wet, she was much less wet then what she'd thought she'd be from this.
'I can't finger myself… I'm a virgin…'
She hated calling herself that,but she couldn't just beak her own virginity like that.
'shut up bitch, finger your self'
'i can't'
'I'm your master, you do what i say, fuck that cunt now'
Jessica gave in for a moment, the tip of her finger pressing through her lips, but she then withdrew her hand.
'no'
She closed her Skype page and went back to the pm's, rather angry towards the ass who wouldn't listen.
She looked back to her pm's, a new one had arrived whilst she was on Skype with the other. She clicked it open. It was a reply from the female, this was about a paragraph long, the message mostly saying what she was after in owning someone, and if she had any messengers to talk through better.
She replied with her Skype again, then signed back in. There where a series of popup message's from The MAstEr 032, she ignored them, waiting for the friend request. It arrived after a minuet, along with a message saying 'hello'
She replied back. 'Hello there…'
'you're seeking being owned then, and new?'
'Yes, I've just discovered i like some of this, and want to try it'
'do you know anything about what you really want from this?'
Jessica thought for a minuet, then biting her lip, she replied.
'I want to be an owned slut'
'ok then, but i need to find some things out about you'
They talked for a good hour and a half, discussing various simple and complex things about serving, Jessica has not even considered some things, but some idea really turned her on at the thought of, it turned out they even lived in the same town, of all the chance's. After the hour was up, the domme said 'Do you except me as you're owner now then Jessica?'
Jessica thought it over for a moment, her hand gravitating between her legs, then replied 'Yes, I do, you seem like someone who'd be great for someone new to this'
'Good then, from this point on, you will call me Mistress, mam, miss, maybe at times Mistress Thompson'
Jessica nearly sent just an ok, but then re-wrote 'yes mistress'
'good girl, you're first task you're going to do, is never masturbate without my permission'
'ok mistress' She gave her lips a rub, then pulled her hand away and let it fall to her side.
'does you're computer have a webcam?'
Jessica was hesitant to answer this one, but taking a breath, she slowly write 'yes mam'
'Ok then, video call me, I want to see that you're real before this goes any further, i'd prefer my time not to possibly be wasted'
This was something that Jessica didn't want to do too much, she'd heard so many bad things that can happen to people who cam, having footage used against them, it scared her, but this person seemed nice, and worth trying. She took a deep breath and typed 'ok' then pressed the video call button.
The video call picked up almost instantly, the other end blank, but her cam light clicking on, as well as a small screen popping up on her screen of herself.
'Nice to see you're already naked;
Jessica quickly covered her chest, currently the only thing really on camera, suddenly feeling very shy. After a moment, she grabbed a pillow and put it in front of her chest, leaning on it slightly to keep it in place.
'You're quite shy, is this you're first time on a webcam?'
Slowly, Jessica leaned forwards and types back 'yes mam'
'Well then, I'll be brief with you here, then let you go off cam'
'Thankyou mam'
'Remove the pillow from in front of you, lets see what you look like at least'
Slowly, Jessica moved the pillow to the side, keeping an arm covering her chest, the slowly moving it down, exposing her chest for the camera.
'Hmm, they are quite small, not developed all that much, but nice non the less'
Jessica felt a drip fall from her lips onto the carpet beneath her. Her hand slowly moved towards her pussy lips and slowly move a finger up and down her opening. She was soaked, she began rubbing her lips, then stopped when she say a line of text. 'Are you masturbating?'
She got very shy and covered her breasts up with an arm, then slowly typed out 'yes… sorry mam…'
'Spread you're legs, tilt the cam down, and then spank you're pussy 5 times, I told you not to masturbate without my permission'
Slowly, Jessica did as she was told, this was the first time she'd hit herself like this, but she loved it, each hit sent a small amount of pleasure through her, as well as the pain. After she finished, she knelt, doing all she could to keep her hand from wandering between her legs again.
'You may hang up the cam now, I need to be going and won't be on until tomorrow, so we'll pick this up again then, read about online S & M relationships, see if you can find any things in particular that you like the look of'
'Yes Mam'
After a few moments, Jessica hung up the call, her mistress then signing off, leaving Jessica kneeling. She felt so moist, she could feel some of it seeping out from her slightly. What she had just done swirled around in her head, her breathing quickened, she couldn't just kneel, she spread her legs, then after several moments hesitation, trying to fight the urge, let her hand slide down between her legs and began to rub.
The orgasm that followed was one of the strongest she'd ever had, it left her gasping for breath, leaving her head swimming, but, the instant it subsided, she felt ashamed of what she'd just done. She'd already managed to fair her Mistress, just seconds from going off cam, she contemplated not telling her, but she had to when her Mistress was on next. She shouldn't of touched, shouldn't of orgasmed…