The Story of Me...Sort of

Chapter 3

As soon as we finished talking about the move, I jumped up, ran to my room, and called Allie.

“Allie! You'llneverguesswhatIjustfoundout!” I squealed into the phone.

“Woah girl, slow down. Now what's going on?”

“I’m moving to Orlando!”

“That's awesome! Except...”

“What?”

“Well what about us?” she asked.

“Oh my god, I hadn’t thought of that,” I said, suddenly crushed.

“Are you free to hang out?”

“Yeah.”

“Come and get me. We need to figure this out in person.”

“I'll be right over.”

I hung up the phone, and hopped in my car. On the way to her house I was listening to a CD I made of music from the Disney parks. When I got there, she was already outside waiting for me. She was absolutely beautiful. Her outfit was not her usual style, but she would be stunning in a potato sack. She wore a pale blue sun dress, with black mary janes and those lacey socks from the party. In her hair she wore a light pink headband with a small bow, and she carried a small patent leather purse. When she saw me pull up she walked over and got in my car.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she replied as she leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips.

“So, where to?”

“Lets go to Jefferson Park, it should be pretty empty.”

“Alrighty,” I replied and sped off for the park.

Once at the park we found ourselves a bench in a secluded corner of the park, and sat down.

“So, Orlando huh?” Allie started.

I nodded, “yeah it would appear so.”

“Well, you should enjoy it there.” she didn’t sound convinced.

“It wont be the same if you're not there.”

“Well, you do have a car, its only a couple of hours.”

“True, I suppose we could make this work.”

“I know we can. We have to.”

I nodded “Yes we do.”

“Between visits, we'll keep in touch on the phone and the internet.”

“Yeah, that should be okay.”

“Now that we've got that settled, I want to talk to you about your tying yourself up the other night.”

“What about it?”

“Well you told me you like to be tied up, but you didn't really elaborate on the why.”

And that's how I ended up telling her about my recent dreams of being her slave girl along with a pretty much life long desire to be a slave.

“How would you like to try it for real?” she asked catching me rather off guard.

“I... I don’t know,” I replied nervously. The thought of doing it for real was both exciting and terrifying,

“I won't force you into anything, but I would like to help you find out if your fantasy is enjoyable in reality as you hope it is.”

“I guess... I guess we could try.”

“Yay,” she replied almost too excited for my comfort. “Okay, so we need some rules. Rule number one, when we're alone you will address me as Mistress Alisha. In public you will address me as Alisha, not Allie. Rule number two, you will do as I say or you will be punished. Rule three...” she went on to list a few more rules. “Do you think you can handle that?”

“I think so.”

“Is that how you address me?”

“I'm sorry. Yes, I think I can handle it Mistress Alisha,” I replied.

“That’s better. I'll let it slide this time, but don’t let it happen again. Now, if you really want to do this, kneel at my feet and pledge yourself to me.”

I hesitated scared of what I was getting myself into. Slowly I knelt in front of my goddess, dizzy with the feeling of finally getting to live my dark fairy tale in reality, each breath shallower than the last, I declared my love and devotion to this wonderful girl, “I hereby pledge my service, my body, and my soul to you, Mistress Alisha. I will obey and worship you for as long as you will have me.” I kissed the toe of her shoe when I was done with my speech.

“Aww, you look so cute down there, and that's a good idea, kissing my foot. From now on that is how you will show thanks when we're alone.”

I kissed her foot again, “Thank you Mistress Alisha.”

We sat there talking for a while, thankfully she started to get hungry, as my knees were really starting to hurt. We went and had lunch at a local pizza shop, and I took her home. I spent the rest of the day playing video games locked in my room, wearing only my panties, bra, and socks. I called her at nine, as she had instructed when I dropped her off, and that became a new nightly ritual. The rest of the week I pretty much just lounged around the house watching TV and playing video games or shopping online for things I couldn’t afford because I didn’t have a job. When the weekend rolled around again my parents went off to Orlando to look for a new house.

Allie and I had a date set for Friday night, and I was to go as Jessica. I was so nervous as I walked to my car in the outfit I had worn for her the previous weekend. This was my first time out in public as a girl, and I wasn’t sure I could handle it, but my mistress had ordered me to, and I wasn’t about to disobey her. When I arrived at her house she was waiting outside again. She had decided to go kinda goth tonight wearing black jeans and a black Hello Kitty tank top with spaghetti straps. On her feet she wore a pair of black mary janes with a 3 inch heel, bringing her much closer to my height. Her hair was up in a bun. I was in love and jealous at the same time.

“You look stunning Mistress Alisha,” I said as she climbed into the car.

“Thanks, you look pretty good yourself Jess, especially since those are your mom's clothes. We've gotta do something about that. Oh, and you can just call me Mistress if we're having casual conversation.”

“Thank you Mistress. So where are we going?”

“Lets head up to Regency. Its on the other side of town, so no one should recognize us. Oh I almost forgot.”

“Forgot what Mistress?” I asked as she place her cat collar around my neck.

“There, now you're marked as mine.”

I looked at the collar and found it now had a tag hanging next to the bell that read 'Slave Jessica Property of Mistress Alisha' “Thank you Mistress Alisha, I love it.”

“You can thank me properly later, now lets go.”

I put the car in gear and roared off towards Regency, which, being on the north end of town, when we lived in a suburb on the south end, meant she was right, and nobody there should recognize us. We spent the ride singing along to the varied and random CD's I had in my car. We were singing 'Wake Me up Before you Gogo,' by Wham! when we pulled in to the parking lot at the Regency Square Mall. I found us a spot next to the food court and parked the car.

“I can't do this.” I said.

“Yes you can,” she replied before grabbing my collar and pulling me in for a kiss. “Besides, you have to, that's an order.”

“Yes Mistress,” I sighed with tear filled eyes. I got out of the car, went around to her side, and opened the door for her as was my duty as her slave. I really did like serving her, but I wasn’t ready for my public debut as Jessica. I closed her door and locked the car when she got out, and she noticed my tears.

“Its going to be okay Jess,” she said wiping my tears, “you look really good.”

“I hope you're right Mistress,” I replied managing to hold back the tears.

“I know I am,” she replied taking my hand and leading me to my fate inside the mall.

On our way through the food court we had a few of the free samples from the various stalls before grabbing some Ramune from the Sarku Japan stall. We strolled through the mall before she finally pulled me into the Old Navy. Nothing in the store was really either of our style, but she made me try on a couple of shirts and skirts anyways. We left there without making any purchases, and continued through the mall. We ended up going into Hot Topic. Normally neither of us would shop here, but I had to admit just about everything in the store was better than what I had on. We went through the store picking up stuff for me to try on. The first outfit I tried on was really cute. It was a black skirt with a lace edged hem and a black short sleeve blouse with a peter pan collar and a Hello Kitty patch on the left breast. Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t believe it was actually me.

“Well are you gonna show me or what?” called my mistress from outside the booth.

I nervously opened the door and stepped out. “How bad to I look?”

“You look great!” she squealed. “Wait here.” She left for a minute and came back with a pair of shoes, “Here, put these on.”

I took the shoes and slid them on my feet. They were mary janes with a one inch chunky heel, and a round toe that made them look like doll shoes. I was in heaven. I tried on a couple of other shirts, pants, and skirts, and then there was the dress. It was a beautiful black spaghetti strap dress with lace edging on the knee length hem similar to the first skirt I tried on, and black bows where the straps met the bodice. I loved that dress, only I couldn’t wear it, because I didn’t have breasts, and it was too revealing to stuff it.

Allie had me change back into the first outfit and when I came out of the booth she was standing there with a pair of scissors, which she used to cut the tags off of the clothes.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I paid for them while you were changing. I couldn’t have my slave girl running around in mom clothes.”

I was so overcome with joy I didn’t care we were in a store at the mall, I knelt in front of her and kissed both of her shoes, “thank you so much Mistress,” I almost cried.

She looked down at me and smiled, “you're very welcome my love, now get up before you mess up your clothes.”

I stood up and put my mom's clothes in a shopping back we got from the clerk, and we headed back to the car.

To Be Continued...