Diary Entry: 29 May 2046

As she often does, Miss has given me a writing assignment to commemorate a significant passage of time. This coming week, on 31 May 2046, I mark my 48th birthday though this is not the significant date in question. Rather, I also mark 30 years in service to Miss, something that began on my 18th birthday three decades ago. She has asked me to write my origin story, such as it is.

I was far from a typical young man. My parents were anthropologists and missionaries and they had me late in life. I am not unconvinced that I was not an anthropological experiment that my parents conducted while living in one of the many indigenous villages that they studied. I am not even entirely sure that I am my father's son since I am much shorter than him at 5'6" and with a much fairer complexion and blond hair rather than his dark brown.

Regardless, I was conceived one late summer and my mother was pregnant with me in the village throughout the changes of the seasons and I was born in late spring. I lived the first several years of my life in that village, cared for by the ever present circle of older women who did such things. I learned much of the basics of living sitting at their knees, something that I believe became significant later in my life.

When I became of school age, we traveled to my mother's place of birth in upstate New York and I met my maternal grandparents for the first time. Never having met my alleged paternal grandparents gave further credence to the theory that my father was not indeed my father. Perhaps I had met my paternal grandparents in the village and did not know it. My parents, who I do not believe really wanted me anyway, arranged for me to attend a boarding school not far from the land my grandparents owned in the rural area.

My school years were unremarkable if at times painful. Always small, I never excelled at sports or the other things that boys were to excel at doing. I was much more of a bookworm, a nerd, and a geek. I found a few kindred spirits among the other boys at the school. All of us spent the occasional school dances with our sister school standing together in an awkward clump and pining inwardly about the girls that we saw. Needless to say, no dancing let alone kissing happened during school.

During the summers, I either went to camp or lived with my grandparents, somewhat isolated from other kids my age. I found out that my grandfather was a bit of a pervert based on the interesting magazines that he kept secreted in various parts of the house. My sexual education and masturbation fodder took the form of BDSM magazines and, when I was able to convince my grandparents to get an internet connection when I was 14, of porn I found on the internet.

During my senior year of high school, I found out that my grandparents were killed in an automobile accident. I took this news stoically and was visited by the school counselor a few times though when it appeared that I was "adjusting to my loss" well, I was left alone. Come May, I received a message from my parents informing me that I would go with them to my grandparents house after school ended and then they would tell me what was to become of me. I didn't even get a congratulations for finishing school.

My parents met me at the bus station and drove me to my grandparents house. While we were driving, they explained that since I was not yet 18, they had arranged for the daughter of some fellow missionaries to come live with me to make sure that I was OK. I took this news impassively and they continued by saying that I could have the house when I turned 18 since they did not need it and there was enough money in my grandparents estate to continue paying the bills while I decided what I wanted to do. It would be up to me to get rid of anything in the house that I did not want and they expressed no desire to have any of it.

When we arrived at the house, it was dusty and dank since it had been closed since winter. My parents moved about the small house opening curtains and windows and looking outside furtively. Noticing that I noticed, they remarked that Rachel-the daughter of their friends-should be arriving soon. I then noticed that they had not taken off their jackets and they explained that they had to return to JFK to catch a plane later that day. They said that they trusted I could behave until Rachel arrived and my answers was an ambivalent "sure."

They left and I immediately checked grandpa's stash spots for his magazines and made sure that the internet was working so I could surf and order food. My parents left an envelope addressed to Rachel that was unsealed. Inside was a note to her that I ignored and two debit cards, one in my name and one in hers, linked to an account where my inheritance from grandparents must have been deposited. I put everything back for her to find later.

Let me describe my 17 year old self. As I mentioned, I never got taller than 5'6" and at the time I was a little portly. My diet was not great so I had some acne and I had the generic short haircut required by the boarding school. I was not athletic, and I was pale, awkward, out of shape, and generally unappealing.

I stashed the magazines that I found in a drawer and kept one to amuse myself while I waited for my babysitter, for that is how I thought of her at the time. After some time, I was idly rubbing my crotch through my uniform shorts-I had not bothered to change from the shorts, button down shirt, jacket, and tie that I wore while at school-when I heard movement in the house. Quickly hiding the magazine and assessing the small bulge in my pants, I called out, "hello?"

A female voice answered and I went to find Rachel. I don't know what I expected. Rachel appeared to be in her early 20s (21 and just finished her undergraduate degree in Psychology I later found out), was wearing denim shorts that came to her mid thigh, a loose t-shirt, running shoes, and a bandana in her hair. "Hi!" she said, "you must be Simon." I nodded and said, "and you must be Rachel." She nodded and smiled and I continued, "there is an envelope for you on the kitchen table." She nodded and asked, "what were you doing?" I replied, "oh, nothing much, just waiting for you." I swear I saw her eyes flick to my crotch though I could have imagined it.

Once the awkwardness of our meeting passed, things got better. Rachel was good at getting me to talk though I found it weird to talk to a girl-really a woman-close to my age since I had not much during school. Sure, I had fantasized about a few of the female teachers that we had though they were all much older. It turned out that she liked Sci-Fi like me and even played some of the same video games and board games that I did when she was younger. We seemed to form an easy balance where we both had our space and also managed the shared space. I was shy so I was very careful about bathing and being dressed and not letting her catch me with my special magazines. For her part, she tended to dress in baggy clothes so I did not get any sense of what her body looked like until she went for her first run.

We were about the same height and she was in much better shape than me. One day, I heard the door close after she called out that she would see me later and I caught a glimpse of her leaving on a run wearing running shorts and a sports bra top. Her body was well toned and I was deceived by the sports bra into thinking that she had no chest to speak of. Regardless, my interest in her increased knowing that under her baggy clothes she hid a tight body. But what would she want with a kid like me? Little did I know . . .

While she was running, I beat off to visions of her naked and showering until I exploded all over myself. I quickly put my clothes in the washing machine and hopped into the shower. I must have been whacking off for a long time because when I got out of the shower, she was home. I toweled off and dressed and went out to see where she was. I didn't see her so walked toward her room. I heard the shower running and saw that not only was her door open but also the bathroom door. She was staying in my grandparents old room and it had an en suite bathroom. I crept quietly into the room and peered into the bathroom.

The glass doored shower was separate from the bathtub and I realized that I was hearing the tub fill and not the shower running. I stayed as still as I could and saw the pile of sweaty clothes on the floor before Rachel entered my field of vision. The deception of the sports bra was amazing. She had full round gravity defying breasts that were perfect. Of course, since my time in the village, they were the only breasts that I had seen however based on my experience with porn magazines, they were spectacular. Before she turned toward the tub, I caught a glimpse of her neatly trimmed public hair then I was graced with her phenomenal bottom as she stepped into the tub with a happy sigh.

I watched a little bit more then crept out of the room quietly before she shut off the water hoping that the sound of water would hide any sounds I made. I went back to my room and beat off again to updated visions of her body though was more careful not to cum all over myself. I was panting when I was done and I quickly got rid of the evidence.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a Coke and sat at the table. After away, Rachel emerged wearing her usual loose t-shirt and shorts and she said, "hi." I nodded, afraid that by looking at her I would betray myself. As it was, I felt flushed in the skin and nervous, practically sweating. "Hmmm, such a good run. You should consider it sometime. It's good for you." I nodded, still avoiding looking much at her and sipping my Coke. She continued, "And, honestly, what you eat is not great for you though to each his own." She did not continue.

Over the course of the few weeks left in May, we cleaned out the house together, gathering things for the garbage or Good Will and by the end of the month the house was much less cluttered, much cleaner and more comfortable. And every day, Rachel went for a run, some long, some short. When we finished, Rachel said, "Well, tomorrow is your big day, eh?" I was not sure what she meant and she said, "your birthday, silly. You will be 18 and all of this will be yours." I nodded and said, "Oh, yeah, I guess so." Your parents asked me to stay until your birthday plus, because you don't have your license, I could drive places." I nodded and she continued, "I don't really know what I am doing yet and I am wondering if I could maybe stay." She looked at me, somewhat plaintively. A look, later, I learned was something of a farce though at the time it worked and I replied, "sure, whatever." I also learned that my peeking in on her bath was contrived and she had known I was there though did not let on. I know now that she learned her psychology well and I was easily manipulated into doing what she wanted.

Over the course of our few weeks, we had had some good conversations about Sci-Fi, comics, video games, and other geeky topics though we completely avoided talking about sex or anything close to it. We would go shopping in her car and she would glare with some disapproval at what I bought for myself-mainly junk food-though she did not stop me. For her part, she ate rather healthy modest meals and drank a lot of water. She asked me if I had any plans for my birthday and I shook my head, "I don't really know anyone around here." And it was true. I probably had seen some of the same people in town but town was some miles away and my grandparent's house-my house, I guess, now-was on a large chunk of acreage so there were no neighbors nearby. "OK," she said, "how about I do something special for your birthday, then?" I nodded and said, "OK, that would be nice."

On the day of my birthday, Rachel went for her typical run, I again spied on her in the bath, and I thought myself rather clever. She left to go shopping and I snuck into her room, looking in her drawers and picking through her laundry pile to find her fragrant panties and sports bra, still damp from running. I didn't spend too much time there and went to my room to jerk off and shower before she got home. When I got out, she was home and already busy in the kitchen cooking. One of my favorite meals was chicken cutlet parmesan and by the smell of it, she was making it. Peeking into the kitchen, she had also opened a bottle of red wine and was sipping from a glass. I cleared my throat and she turned, saying, "No spoiling the surprise! Go to your room, young man!" I flushed beet red at the commanding tone of her voice and could barely nod let alone speak. I went to my room to read while the cooking continued.

After some time, I heard Rachel calling me, "Simon! Dinner is ready!" I left the room and entered the dining room. I was shocked to see a carefully laid table, two modest portions of my favorite dinner laid out plus a salad, the bottle of red wine and two glasses. The lights were low and there were flowers and candles on the table. There was also a small wrapped box. Then I saw Rachel. Up to this point, I had seen her in denim shorts or jeans and loose t-shirts or her running outfits or in the bath. Today, she wore a halter top of black sequins that glittered in the candle light and a knee length black skirt. She looked like she was wearing panty hose-later, I learned that they were stockings-and high heels. She walked over to me with a big smile on her made up face and said, "Happy Birthday, Simon, I hope that you like it!" She gave me a big hug without warning and I realized that in her heels she was a few inches taller than me. She led me to the table and sat me down. "Have you ever had wine, Simon?" I shook my head. "Well, go easy on it. It's a special occasion, though."

We sat down to eat and I must have seemed mesmerized. I barely talked though Rachel filled in any potentially awkward gaps. We ate our portions of dinner and I carefully drank my glass of wine. At one point, I felt something under the table and it was Rachel's foot touching mine, the stockings smooth on my skin. I stiffened and she didn't seem to notice, continuing to rub my foot from time to time. We finished dinner and I continued to be stunned when Rachel led me to the sofa, sat me down, and straddled my lap. She had taken both of her shoes off and I could feel her body pressing down on my already hardening cock. I was so nervous that I had no idea what to do. Rachel took my hands, clammy with nervous sweat, and brought them around her body to her back. I held her and realized that wearing a halter meant that she was not wearing a bra and that made my cock swell even more. Her skirt rode up and I saw the tops of her stockings and as it rode higher I saw nothing but bare flesh-no bra, no panties, I was on the verge of exploding.

She slid down my body and on to the floor. The first and only time she was at my knees, as it turned out. She unzipped my shorts and pulled them and my boxers down, tossing them aside. She pulled my polo shirt over my head and tossed it aside, too. I closed my eyes and then felt the incredible warmth of her mouth on my cock, the first and last blowjob that I would ever receive. I opened my eyes and saw her head in my lap and felt the exquisite sensations of her mouth bringing me to the edge and backing off over and over. It was clear that she had done this before! When I could hold back no more, she must have felt my body tense and she said, "That's right, let it go Simon" and I exploded into her mouth, my cock throbbing and pulsing for what seemed like forever while she swallowed it all down and continued to lick and suck my cock even after I had come. I shuddered and quaked and could barely stand the intense sensations as she teased me back to hardness. It was blissful and excruciating all at once.

When I was hard once again, she lifted her head from my lap and gently wiped her lips clean. She stood before me and reached behind her head to undo the halter, letting it fall, clinging briefly to her breasts before it revealed them to me in all of their glory. She undid the bottom of the halter and tossed it aside. I watched her, astonished at the experience and wondering what would happen next. She unzipped her skirt and wriggled it down her legs, tossing it aside. She stood before me wearing only her stockings and a mischievous smile. She again straddled me and without ceremony, lowered herself onto my painfully erect cock. I am modest sized, maybe 6 inches at best, though I felt like I was 10 inches that day. The first and last time I would be fucked by a woman . . . this way. She settled herself on my cock and stayed there for a while. She wrapped her hand around my head and drew my mouth to her nipples, one then the other, and I licked and suckled them instinctively. Her breathing quickened as I did so and I took this to mean that I was doing well. Meanwhile, she was rocking on my cock and squeezing me with her pussy, something I could not have ever imagined happening. After some time doing this, she stopped and lifted my head from her breasts and looked me in the eyes.

"Simon," she began, "this has been a fun and productive few weeks and I appreciate you agreeing to let me stay longer." I nodded, wondering where this was going. "We have had some good conversations about Sci-Fi and gaming, things that we both love." I nodded, listening, and she continued, "I wonder if you remember all of our conversations." She paused and as I thought about it, there did seem to be some times that I did not remember. Recognition on her face, she continued, resuming the rocking of her hips on my cock, "Well, now is probably a good time to tell you a few things. First, I am on the pill so when you come inside of me, which you will, you don't have to worry." My cock swelled at this information. "I studied Psychology at college though I also studied a few other things. One of them was hypnotism and I have been hypnotizing you since I got here. Now, they say that you can't be hypnotized unless you want to and I suspect that you have really wanted to, isn't that right, Pet?" Something stirred in the back of my mind and in the pit of my stomach and she smiled, "that's right, Pet, just let go, you know that you want to." I felt myself slipping down into something, conscious of what was happening and not being able to stop it. I heard her continue, a soft chuckle in her voice. Yes, Pet, I have put you in a trance every night and sometimes during the day. I have probed your mind for all of its dark secrets and fantasies, I know about you spying on my showers and sniffing my sweaty panties and bras. I know about your special magazines and about your illicit web searches.

"Now, Pet, the other thing I did at college was apprentice to a dominatrix. Yes, she is a lesbian domme who took me under her wing. You see, I was much like you four years ago. Chubby, geeky, nerdy. I also know what you dealt with growing up because I was in a similar position. My parents are like your parents and I don't think I was wanted, either. I feel for you. She transformed me into what you see . . . and feel . . . today. And I want to transform you, Pet." I swallowed, entire body shuddering with the intensity of the conversation. "For that to happen, I will need your consent, of course, while not in a trance so I am going to bring you out in a few minutes. If you agree, you will be become mine to transform and do with what I will." She squeezed me hard and I felt my body jerk and buck, so close to coming again. "So, Simon," she paused and I shook my head to clear it, "what will you decide?" I was breathing heavily and waiting and she said, "Let me help: I am giving you the chance to become my property so that I may transform you from the chubby geek that your are currently." I swallowed, overwhelmed by the idea and the sensation. I stammered, "Yes, yes, please, transform me Rachel." She smiled and caressed my face, saying, "Excellent, from now, I am Miss and you are Pet." I nodded said, "Yes, Miss." She smiled, saying, "Yes, Pet, we will cover the specifics over time, but suffice to say you will obey me without question.

"To mark this occasion, I will not only allow you to but demand that you come inside of me. In doing so, our bond is sealed. You will be mine. And then I will give you your present." Breathing heavily, I merely nodded, unable to say anything. She took my chin and looked into my eyes, smiling again, and saying, "That's right, Pet, here we go. Ten . . . Nine . . . Eight" I began to squirm, trying to thrust into her but held down by her body and her words. "Seven . . . Six . . . Five" I gasped for breath, the feelings in my cock overwhelming and intense, so close to release within the hot depths of her pussy. "Four . . . Three . . . Two" I was at the edge, looking down into the grand canyon that would become my life, so deep and wide. My whole body shuddered as the word "One" left her lips, teetering the edge, about to come for what seemed like an endless amount of time though not able to. I felt her lift almost off of my cock and whisper, "Come, Pet." And I did, spurting over and over into her hot, damp pussy, the head of my cock at the opening though the rest of my cock outside of her. I cried out over and over as the come spurted forth though I did not feel the sensation as warm and satisfying. I would come to know it as a "ruined orgasm" and it was incredibly frustrating.

She rose off of me and pulled me to the floor, laying me on my back. She retrieved the gift box and said, "And now to open this." She took off the ribbon and paper and opened the box. She showed me something I had seen in ads online-a very small metal chastity cage. She rose off my body and I opened my eyes to see her pussy above my face, my own come lingering on her pink engorged labia. She said, "Your first task is to clean me and make me come, Pet." She lowered herself on to me, hot and wet, and I tasted her and my own come, both for the first time. She pressed herself to my face and I had no choice but to lick and suck her. I felt her cleaning my cock off with a warm cloth as it became flaccid and then the cool touch of the metal on my cock as she secured the ring around the base of my cock and balls and made sure my shaft was in the small cage. I continued to lick and suck Miss while she ground herself into my face. Sometimes, she literally took my breath away until I saw stars before she let me breathe again. Eventually, she rocked and ground herself into my face until she came hard, pressing me down to the floor while her strong thighs gripped me. When her spasms subsided, she stood above me and I saw her place a chain around her neck. The key on the chain lodged itself between her breasts and she smiled down at me, saying, "Welcome to the rest of your life, Pet."

Change me, she did. After that first and last experience with oral and vaginal sex from and with a woman, she cleaned me the rest of the way off, secured a close fitting rubber collar to my neck with a lock, added a six foot leash, and tugged me to kneel on the floor in front of the couch while she sat on it. She looked down to me with a smile and said, "Before we go to bed, a few ground rules. As a Pet, you are not to climb on the furniture nor wear clothing without my express permission." My cock swelled in its metal prison at hearing this. "In general, you will not speak unless spoken to, you will answer questions without delay, and every sentence that leaves your mouth will contain the word 'Miss' or if we are in a public setting 'Rachel.' Do you understand?" I nodded and then thought better of it and said, "Yes, Miss." She smiled and said, "I see that you are learning. You are an adult Pet now, make sure that you use your words when asked to do so."

"From now until I say otherwise, you will wear this collar and cage. As your body changes, I will modify them. Both can get wet so you can be bathed with them." She rose and tugged my leash and I began to stand which caused her to pause, "I am sorry, Pet, I forgot to mention that unless told otherwise, you are to remain on your hands and knees." I lowered myself to the ground, both in bliss and wondering what I had gotten myself into. She led me to her bedroom and I saw an addition. At the foot of the bed there was a large dog bed, the kind a great dane could use. She led me to it and pointed and I took the direction to lay here, looking up at her. She continued, saying "tomorrow, you will start a new nutrition and exercise program that will start with throwing out all of the junk food in the house as well as all of your clothing." My eyes widened at this and she continued, "I have purchased some new running shoes for you as well as socks for the active portion of your exercise program. We will also clean out your room over the course of this coming week and make it a suitable place for you to live, Pet." I took this all in and finally said, "As you wish, Miss."

She smiled and said, "Yes, indeed, as I wish, Pet." She pulled me from my bed and led me to the bathroom, pushing me down onto the toilet, saying, "Do your business, Pet." And I answered, "Yes, Miss" and did my best to calm my raging caged erection so that I could pee before bed. I finally succeeded, carefully dried myself, washed my hands while kneeling in front of the sink, which garnered a "Very good, Pet" from Miss, and then she led me back to my bed. She secured my leash to one of the bed posts and I curled up on the bed. After giving it some thought, Miss produced a set of rubber ankle and wrist cuffs much like my collar. Each was secured around the appropriate appendage, my ankles were joined by an additional lock and my wrists were secured behind my back, again with a lock. Lastly, she put a thick blindfold over my eyes and I felt a ball gag slip past my lips and teeth, also secured in the back with a lock. I was well and securely made helpless. As I struggled to find a comfortable position, Miss did one more thing-she placed ear plugs in my ears so that I was alone with the sensations in my body and my thoughts. I didn't hear her climb into bed, nor the buzz of the Hitachi Magic Wand bringing her to several orgasms, and I didn't see the light turn off. It was the first of a number of sleepless nights bound this way before Miss procured a hood that achieved much the same effect as the blindfold, gag, and ear plugs. These nights were sleepless not only due to the discomfort of my bindings but also due to the frequent nocturnal erections that were restrained by the metal cage. I could not even use my hands to adjust the cage while erect. I was wholly and completely under Miss's control.