☆ His Little Star ☆

Stellz · 08-18-2010, 11:57 PM

“British Airways flight 228 to London, Heathrow is now boarding at gate E1.”

This sudden announcement caused the girl sitting close to that very same gate to jump in her seat. Clutching her ipod, she got up quickly, and nearly ran over the to the desk. She thrust her boarding pass out in front of her, looking as proud and excited as child showing their parents an A plus. The flight attendant took it from her and quickly handed it back.

“Wait for your section to be called Ma’am.” She said with a stern look. The girl took it back, face falling and shoulders dropping as she trudged back to the seat. All she wanted to do was get on that plane. No. Not wanted. She needed to get on that plane before her scared and nervous feelings got the better of her, and she ran from the airport. In an attempt to relax, she turned up the classical sounds playing in her ears. Normally she would prefer Lady Gaga or something more upbeat, but Vivaldi was His favorite. A smile formed across her face at the start of The Four Seasons as she was reminded of all the times He had put her to sleep with it.

After what seemed like an eternity, her section was finally called to board. Again she handed the boarding pass the the attendant. “Passport miss...Stella?’ the flight attendant said as she looked down at the paperwork in front of her. The girl quickly pulled out the requested id and waited nervously. Stella had nothing to worry about of course, but the picture of her from a few years ago wasn’t anything like her anymore. The short bob of red hair she had sported at the time of the picture had become a long mess of dark black curls. Her face was a bit smaller now after having lost some of her college weight gain. Even her glasses were different. The huge round frames that took up most of her face were gone and now replaced by smaller and cuter pair of black rimmed rectangular ones. The only things that truly remained the same were her piercing blue eyes. Stella thought about all the changes she had been though, almost all of them for the better, that had led to this moment. The passport was handed back to her and she nearly ran down the walkway to the giant Boeing out on the tarmac. As she entered the plane, she gave the palm of her small manicured hand a kiss and pressed it to the cold metal outside as she made a silent wish for good luck.

Stella quickly pushed past the people between her and her seat, letting out a quiet ‘Yes!’ upon discovering she had the window and a small giggle as she watched everyone around her fumbling over their luggage. For such a long trip, she carried little else with her besides her purse, laptop, ipod, and a change of clothes. Those were the only non-essential items she was allowed to bring with her, per His instructions. Her body fell down into the dark blue, squishy fabric of the seat with a quiet thump as she continued her people watching. She wondered who they were, why they were leaving, if they were coming back, and where they were even going. Those thoughts turned to herself when she gazed out of her window and over to the runway.

Like any girl in her mid twenties, Stella had a decent handle on who she was. There were several different identity crises she went through to get to this point. The prep. The angsty goth. The quiet nerd. The dyke. All different labels she had tried on over the years that never really seemed to fit. As cliche as it sounds, she was just Stella now. A slightly ditzy, very dorky, and sweet (even if a bit strange) girl. Most of her interests were of the arts and he had a very strong creative streak and had graduated from a local professional photography school. Her style was quite plain, she would normally be found in skinny jeans and a nice top. Nothing to fancy or revealing (not that it really mattered anymore) she was leaving everything behind. That life she was leaving behind her was a confused and unhappy one. Before this, she had been living in her parents house for years under the almost constant watch of her overbearing father. But then she met Him. He promised her a better life, living in the country of her dreams. When she announced that she was leaving, her parents nearly had a heart attack. They begged and pleaded for her to stay, but it was to late. He had already made all of her arrangements. She was done with her family and not planning to come back anytime soon. Now that’s answered most of her questions...Except the last. Where was she going? The only thing she knew was that He would pick her up from Heathrow airport. From there...she had no idea.

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Going to be build up and background for the first few posts, just hang in there guys. x

Star Shadows · 08-19-2010, 02:42 AM

A brilliant start to a story, I think this is actually the first thread I have ever intentionally subscribed to on this site. Well written and Well thought out. Looks like it will be brilliant!

honeyness · 08-19-2010, 07:29 AM

Brilliant post Stellz . . . did not realise you were such a good writer!!

mistress012 · 08-19-2010, 08:59 PM

This is awesome keep writin

Stormwalker22 · 08-20-2010, 02:21 AM

Please continue its very intriging

the doc · 08-20-2010, 04:10 AM

you're a good writer
keep up the good work

Stellz · 08-21-2010, 10:22 PM

As Stella sat, thinking over her life and where she was that day, there was a man in London also nervous and excited about the young woman’s arrival. He knew she would be taking off soon and it would be another twelve long hours before she was his. The thought of her so close drove him in a panic as he began to pace around his living room. In the days leading up to now, he had made himself busy with getting everything in perfect order for her. He had painted and decorated her room, bought her new clothes, cleaned and straightened the entire house, and stocked up on all her favorite foods. The gym had become his home away from home for several months now. Not that he was or had been out of shape, he just wanted to be sure that he looked as good as possible for his newest acquisition. The girl had never seen him before, so her first impression of him was going to be important.

The two of them had been speaking since they had met on a fetish website nearly a year and a half ago. They enjoyed each other’s online company immensely, but had at first decided not to pursue anything because they were so far apart. Then one day he made a joke about her coming to live with him as his little girl if she ‘behaved’ for an entire year. To his great surprise, the girl took him seriously. From then on he laid a schedule out for her each day. Made sure to tell her what to eat, what to wear, when to go to bed, when to exercise and so on and so forth. He loved the amount of control she had given him, having his own girl to dress up and do with as he pleased had been a fantasy of his for years before now. For the most part the girl was quite obedient, but she wasn’t boring. There would be occasions where she would ‘forget’ certain things and he would find an entertaining way to punish her. His favorite thing about the girl was her mind. She wasn’t a mindless drone of a thing that just obeyed without question. If she didn’t agree with something, she’d try to fight it. Sometimes he would see her point and allow her to have her way, other times he would show her the error in her thinking and convince her to trust in him. The man was quite surprised that things had gone on for as long as they did, but was sure that the girl was even more surprised when he made good on his end of the deal when he bought her a one way plane ticket to him.

This ticket was not given to her without a few more simple rules. The girl was not to bring any clothes with her aside from the ones on her back. If she was going to live with him, he would be picking out everything she wore. She had given him her sizes before she left, and had an entire room full of brand new clothing waiting for her. The closet was filled with lacy and ruffled dresses, pleated skirts, petticoats, and corsets. Although these clothes might have been well suited for the streets of Tokyo, she would get quite a few stares walking around downtown London. So along with these, he had also bought her some street clothes similar to his favorite outfits she had at home. The girl was also not allowed to bring many items from her home. He wanted very little to remind her of what she was leaving behind. At first he was not going to allow anything, but she had convinced him of her need for her laptop and iPod. These objects both brought her great comfort. The laptop was important to her because for so long it was her only means of communication with him. The iPod contained all of his and her favorite music. Although this was something that he could easily replace for her, she fought to keep it because everything on there was organized to her liking. There was on stipulation to this, he would be going through both of them and removing anything he felt was going to remind her of her previous life. The final rule of his was that she was not to ever tell anyone the specifics of where she was going, who she was seeing or what she’d be doing. When he told her this, even he was a bit worried about how shady it sounded. But he knew from hearing the arguments she had with her father that it would be for the best if no one knew anything. He did not want to take the chance on her father ruining her happiness anymore. Being a father and mentor to the girl was his role now, and he wasn’t going to be giving it up anytime soon.

The man stopped his pacing and looked at the time and decided he should sleep. It wasn’t very late, but he hoped that the time would go by quicker if he slept through it. He walked quickly to his bedroom and tossed his clothes to the side, falling face down onto the cool sheets. The room was it’s usual temperature, but he still felt to hot. He tried rolling over onto his side. Still uncomfortable. Letting out a sigh, he positioned himself on his back and reached his hands up behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He knew that night was going to be a long one. As much as he would love to be able to sleep, the feelings of anticipation he was having weren’t going to let that happen any time soon.

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They're going to meet in the next update, I promise! ^-^ Thanks for all the lovely comments and thanks. They make me feel all special and stuff <3

Stormwalker22 · 08-21-2010, 10:39 PM

Please continue I really like your story

slut4use · 08-23-2010, 01:03 PM

nice story line...should continue

Stix · 08-26-2010, 06:03 AM

Great story!

Keep it up

Sharp Nacelle · 10-10-2010, 07:42 AM

More please Stellz. I just hope she goes to Scotland.

08-18-2010, 11:57 PM	#1
Stellz Distinguished Member Join Date: May 2010 Location: A boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Posts: 606 Blog Entries: 50	☆ His Little Star ☆ “British Airways flight 228 to London, Heathrow is now boarding at gate E1.” This sudden announcement caused the girl sitting close to that very same gate to jump in her seat. Clutching her ipod, she got up quickly, and nearly ran over the to the desk. She thrust her boarding pass out in front of her, looking as proud and excited as child showing their parents an A plus. The flight attendant took it from her and quickly handed it back. “Wait for your section to be called Ma’am.” She said with a stern look. The girl took it back, face falling and shoulders dropping as she trudged back to the seat. All she wanted to do was get on that plane. No. Not wanted. She needed to get on that plane before her scared and nervous feelings got the better of her, and she ran from the airport. In an attempt to relax, she turned up the classical sounds playing in her ears. Normally she would prefer Lady Gaga or something more upbeat, but Vivaldi was His favorite. A smile formed across her face at the start of The Four Seasons as she was reminded of all the times He had put her to sleep with it. After what seemed like an eternity, her section was finally called to board. Again she handed the boarding pass the the attendant. “Passport miss...Stella?’ the flight attendant said as she looked down at the paperwork in front of her. The girl quickly pulled out the requested id and waited nervously. Stella had nothing to worry about of course, but the picture of her from a few years ago wasn’t anything like her anymore. The short bob of red hair she had sported at the time of the picture had become a long mess of dark black curls. Her face was a bit smaller now after having lost some of her college weight gain. Even her glasses were different. The huge round frames that took up most of her face were gone and now replaced by smaller and cuter pair of black rimmed rectangular ones. The only things that truly remained the same were her piercing blue eyes. Stella thought about all the changes she had been though, almost all of them for the better, that had led to this moment. The passport was handed back to her and she nearly ran down the walkway to the giant Boeing out on the tarmac. As she entered the plane, she gave the palm of her small manicured hand a kiss and pressed it to the cold metal outside as she made a silent wish for good luck. Stella quickly pushed past the people between her and her seat, letting out a quiet ‘Yes!’ upon discovering she had the window and a small giggle as she watched everyone around her fumbling over their luggage. For such a long trip, she carried little else with her besides her purse, laptop, ipod, and a change of clothes. Those were the only non-essential items she was allowed to bring with her, per His instructions. Her body fell down into the dark blue, squishy fabric of the seat with a quiet thump as she continued her people watching. She wondered who they were, why they were leaving, if they were coming back, and where they were even going. Those thoughts turned to herself when she gazed out of her window and over to the runway. Like any girl in her mid twenties, Stella had a decent handle on who she was. There were several different identity crises she went through to get to this point. The prep. The angsty goth. The quiet nerd. The dyke. All different labels she had tried on over the years that never really seemed to fit. As cliche as it sounds, she was just Stella now. A slightly ditzy, very dorky, and sweet (even if a bit strange) girl. Most of her interests were of the arts and he had a very strong creative streak and had graduated from a local professional photography school. Her style was quite plain, she would normally be found in skinny jeans and a nice top. Nothing to fancy or revealing (not that it really mattered anymore) she was leaving everything behind. That life she was leaving behind her was a confused and unhappy one. Before this, she had been living in her parents house for years under the almost constant watch of her overbearing father. But then she met Him. He promised her a better life, living in the country of her dreams. When she announced that she was leaving, her parents nearly had a heart attack. They begged and pleaded for her to stay, but it was to late. He had already made all of her arrangements. She was done with her family and not planning to come back anytime soon. Now that’s answered most of her questions...Except the last. Where was she going? The only thing she knew was that He would pick her up from Heathrow airport. From there...she had no idea. ☆`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´` •.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•. ¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´☆ Going to be build up and background for the first few posts, just hang in there guys. x __________________ ✪ 29 ✪ She/Her ✪ Married & Monogamous✪ ****************** Owner of my pup and husband Ask me about our adventures <3 ✪ Last edited by Stellz; 08-19-2010 at 12:05 AM.

08-19-2010, 02:42 AM	#2
Star Shadows Prodigy Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Uk Posts: 4,707 Blog Entries: 13	A brilliant start to a story, I think this is actually the first thread I have ever intentionally subscribed to on this site. Well written and Well thought out. Looks like it will be brilliant! __________________ Do not ask me for to be your slave, your mistress, or to give you truths or dares. You're wasting your time. Informative threads: Anonymous S/M advice service Threads of note PM MEGET S/M ADVICE WORSHIPS RACHIE**

08-19-2010, 07:29 AM	#3
honeyness getDare Sweetheart Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: UK Posts: 377	Brilliant post Stellz . . . did not realise you were such a good writer!! __________________ 19/Female/UK I will not cam/dare/sub/dom you so don't ask! But if you want a friendly chat or help on anything at all then drop me a PM s/M advice Threads of note Ask me Anything Honey is naturally occuring like other awesome shit like Tornados and Girls with spongy hymens

08-19-2010, 08:59 PM	#4
mistress012 Junior Member Join Date: Jul 2010 Posts: 9	Awesome This is awesome keep writin

08-20-2010, 04:10 AM	#6
the doc Senior Member Join Date: May 2010 Location: The Netherlands Posts: 242	you're a good writer keep up the good work __________________ Entei ftw

08-20-2010, 02:21 AM	#5
Stormwalker22 Distinguished Member Join Date: May 2010 Location: CA Posts: 503	Please continue its very intriging

08-21-2010, 10:22 PM	#7
Stellz Distinguished Member Join Date: May 2010 Location: A boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Posts: 606 Blog Entries: 50	As Stella sat, thinking over her life and where she was that day, there was a man in London also nervous and excited about the young woman’s arrival. He knew she would be taking off soon and it would be another twelve long hours before she was his. The thought of her so close drove him in a panic as he began to pace around his living room. In the days leading up to now, he had made himself busy with getting everything in perfect order for her. He had painted and decorated her room, bought her new clothes, cleaned and straightened the entire house, and stocked up on all her favorite foods. The gym had become his home away from home for several months now. Not that he was or had been out of shape, he just wanted to be sure that he looked as good as possible for his newest acquisition. The girl had never seen him before, so her first impression of him was going to be important. The two of them had been speaking since they had met on a fetish website nearly a year and a half ago. They enjoyed each other’s online company immensely, but had at first decided not to pursue anything because they were so far apart. Then one day he made a joke about her coming to live with him as his little girl if she ‘behaved’ for an entire year. To his great surprise, the girl took him seriously. From then on he laid a schedule out for her each day. Made sure to tell her what to eat, what to wear, when to go to bed, when to exercise and so on and so forth. He loved the amount of control she had given him, having his own girl to dress up and do with as he pleased had been a fantasy of his for years before now. For the most part the girl was quite obedient, but she wasn’t boring. There would be occasions where she would ‘forget’ certain things and he would find an entertaining way to punish her. His favorite thing about the girl was her mind. She wasn’t a mindless drone of a thing that just obeyed without question. If she didn’t agree with something, she’d try to fight it. Sometimes he would see her point and allow her to have her way, other times he would show her the error in her thinking and convince her to trust in him. The man was quite surprised that things had gone on for as long as they did, but was sure that the girl was even more surprised when he made good on his end of the deal when he bought her a one way plane ticket to him. This ticket was not given to her without a few more simple rules. The girl was not to bring any clothes with her aside from the ones on her back. If she was going to live with him, he would be picking out everything she wore. She had given him her sizes before she left, and had an entire room full of brand new clothing waiting for her. The closet was filled with lacy and ruffled dresses, pleated skirts, petticoats, and corsets. Although these clothes might have been well suited for the streets of Tokyo, she would get quite a few stares walking around downtown London. So along with these, he had also bought her some street clothes similar to his favorite outfits she had at home. The girl was also not allowed to bring many items from her home. He wanted very little to remind her of what she was leaving behind. At first he was not going to allow anything, but she had convinced him of her need for her laptop and iPod. These objects both brought her great comfort. The laptop was important to her because for so long it was her only means of communication with him. The iPod contained all of his and her favorite music. Although this was something that he could easily replace for her, she fought to keep it because everything on there was organized to her liking. There was on stipulation to this, he would be going through both of them and removing anything he felt was going to remind her of her previous life. The final rule of his was that she was not to ever tell anyone the specifics of where she was going, who she was seeing or what she’d be doing. When he told her this, even he was a bit worried about how shady it sounded. But he knew from hearing the arguments she had with her father that it would be for the best if no one knew anything. He did not want to take the chance on her father ruining her happiness anymore. Being a father and mentor to the girl was his role now, and he wasn’t going to be giving it up anytime soon. The man stopped his pacing and looked at the time and decided he should sleep. It wasn’t very late, but he hoped that the time would go by quicker if he slept through it. He walked quickly to his bedroom and tossed his clothes to the side, falling face down onto the cool sheets. The room was it’s usual temperature, but he still felt to hot. He tried rolling over onto his side. Still uncomfortable. Letting out a sigh, he positioned himself on his back and reached his hands up behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He knew that night was going to be a long one. As much as he would love to be able to sleep, the feelings of anticipation he was having weren’t going to let that happen any time soon. ☆`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´` •.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•. ¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´☆ They're going to meet in the next update, I promise! ^-^ Thanks for all the lovely comments and thanks. They make me feel all special and stuff <3 __________________ ✪ 29 ✪ She/Her ✪ Married & Monogamous✪ ****************** Owner of my pup and husband Ask me about our adventures <3 ✪

08-21-2010, 10:39 PM	#8
Stormwalker22 Distinguished Member Join Date: May 2010 Location: CA Posts: 503	Please continue I really like your story

08-23-2010, 01:03 PM	#9
slut4use Member Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: Bergenfield Posts: 32	nice story line...should continue

08-26-2010, 06:03 AM	#10
Stix getDare Devil Join Date: Mar 2010 Posts: 1,018	Great story! Keep it up

10-10-2010, 07:42 AM	#11
Sharp Nacelle Distinguished Member Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: UK Posts: 742	More please Stellz. I just hope she goes to Scotland. __________________ 46/m/uk Don't take me too seriously Ask me anything... get an evasive answer Anonymous secrets My advert