Thread: Dreams of a Sub.

I am posting here some short story style writing of mine that have started from dreams that I just sorta took and fleshed out. After it might be something I day dreamed about and added on. I changed my mind here. I understand I can't write and it not amazing, so not looking for comments anymore as I got the point. I will be just doing this as something for me to write out thoughts that went through my head and thus will from now on not worry about cohesiveness. Sub Stories Part 1 Meet Me!. I stood looking at myself in the mirror and felt my face burn all the way to my ears. My own features I could still see in a familiar recognition. Braided honey blonde hair, down over my shoulder, and running between my breasts only stopping at my navel. My vibrant sky blue eyes looked nervously over my features searching for something more familiar. My cheekbones were only slightly pronounced and I had a slight gaunt to my cheeks. My ears had pink diamond heart shaped earrings at the bottom lobe with another hanging from a loop off the top of my left ear. I could see my lips, a rose pink and full, being lightly bitten on by nervous white teeth. I was about 54, 120 lbs and as my eyes looked over myself I just could not believe it was me looking back. Was this really the same girl I had always seen looking back at me in the mirror for the last 17 years ? It was the outfit really that was making me not recognize myself. A white collar studded around the sides with pink hearts, with pink lace edging. A big pearl colored bow centered on my throat, a collar ring and a pink diamond heart hanging from it. The collar was worth more than I had made so far in my life. The same pearl covered cloth tied my braid off with a bow larger than on my throat. My fingers lightly rubbed against the soft fabric wondering what it was made from. My body was clad in the most decadent dress I had ever worn. The black material shined as it gripped lightly to my skin. It covered my shoulders with sleeves just a couple inches down my arms. Sliding around my breasts and under while showing off every flaw and curve of my tummy. Displaying the curves from my abs, and even the small bumps of the corset hidden underneath. Across my back thin straps of black cloth crisscrossed down my back coming together fully at my waist. No part of the dress covered my breasts, leaving my corset fully exposed. It was white cotton fabric, with rows of pink ribbon crossing from top to bottom of the corset. Each row only an inch to the side of the one before. I didnt even recognize the breasts the corset contained. I was a 34D-25-36 and no one would guess otherwise with this corset on. My breasts looked huge and perky, making me blush just from looking at them as my waist and mid rift looked thinner, the curve of my hips was more defined. The black fabric of the dress hugging my hips and my ass tightly stopping half way down my thighs, hugging my flesh tight. Pink straps stretched down to my stockings from where the dress stopped, leading up to the corset. They held black stockings with a pink ribbon stitched on the sides and bows adoring the top. The stockings were so light and sheer, as if made from the breath of angels. Or so I thought, they were so soft on my legs. I got goosebumps as I slid them on. My feet had 4 inch pearl colored heels with open toes and pink diamond hearts. Underneath the dress I had on a black thong, the edges were the same pink color as the rest of my clothes with no ribbon or lace. It had a button at the crotch to pop free, and the thong meant my ass lightly bounced free and exposed to the world. My hands were covered with black velvet gloves running half way up my arms, pink lace at the top. Reaching up the gloves gripped my braid as I was truly not recognizing myself in the mirror. I took a breath as I moved out of the small bathroom into the new room that was to be my own. The room itself was not very comforting, seemingly off somehow. It had several circles of knotted wood all over the room and several on the walls surrounding the bed that didnt look natural. The wood at the base of the bed had carvings that looked adjustable and reminded me of the stirrups at the gynos office. There were several locked boxes as well that I did not have the key to open. Instead of having a desk and computer in this room it was in another room off to the side. That room had no odd circles or weird fixtures but looked like a small office. I sat on the bed looking at the clock knowing I had 5 minutes until I needed to present myself. My mind wandered back to how I had entered into this situation. Living emancipated since I was 15. I had a steady job at Victorias Secret and managed to support myself, and keep my grades up without too much trouble. Suddenly this senior year it all went awry. My store had been bought out and the new management decided to get rid of me. My apartment had also come under new management, I was told they would no longer accept those under the age of 18 even with my circumstances. The school, and a social worker came up to me and informed me that without a job and a place of residence I could no longer stay legally emancipated, and would be sent into a youth home if I did not remedy the situation very quickly. It was the head of the Praveedd family who then approached me. His name was Borealis. I had seen him and his family on the news a couple times, with his wife Jalousie, and son Bes who I recalled almost always seemed to have a giant pair of headphones on. The family received a lot of press for having scholarships, and supporting economic growth, but also had a bit of a reputation for being a hard business type. He certainly looked like it. I never seen such a stuffy suit as it seemed to hang off his lean thin frame. He stood about 510 with a long face. His skin seemed tight making his cleft chin grab my attention. His greyish hair was slicked back, nearly the same color as his eyes. His suit a plain black with a grey tie looking very bland, but not a single thing was out of place. The tie straight down the center and not a single hair or flake of dust seemed to be on his clothes. Even his shoes seemed perfectly shined and brand new. Miss Fayt I believe. I am Borealis Praveedd and your name has come across my desk several times on the scholarship list. I have also heard of your current tragic situation. I felt a shiver run down my back as he talked, feeling more like I was talking to a machine than a person as his voice was a distinct monotone. He had a great presence and it pressed down hard against me making me feel a bit nervous as I muttered a nice to meet you. I have a job to offer you, but I would like to speak to you about it in private. He said in a very clinical tone. He opened the door to his car. It was not quite a limo, but had a lot of room and a driver. At the time I felt very under dressed with my grey old sweat shirt, black yoga pants, and an ugly well worn pair of Airstroll sneakers. I sat down and looked across as we started to drive off, waiting for him to continue. It is simple. You would be a live in pet of sorts. You would have your own room. A set amount of time to take care of whatever you need to do and would serve me, my wife, my son, and be used for our entertainment. I let out a small laugh at first not believing him in the slightest. The laugh helped shrug off his presence as I couldnt take the moment seriously. Oh, of course. I would get a pretty uniform as well right? What about house work or just to be petted when needed? I said with a small grin feeling the mood lift for a moment, suddenly going cold as his face was close to mine, his hand holding the seat behind me as I felt his presence wash over me stronger than ever. He still showed no expression as he stared into my eyes. I know more than you might think and this is not a joke offer Miss Fayt. I have seen your papers and know that you are eager to please. You tried to please your parents who are too busy for you, by excelling. Great grades to please. Excelled in sports, to please them. Scholarships and special awards, all to please parents who are barely there. You crave the approval you havent got, and worked so hard for. You just need the right family to give it to you. His words really shook me up as I felt a rising panic, feeling myself at war with my own mind. Every word seemed to echo in my head as I stared at him. Am I wrong? his hands slowly started crawl under my sweat shirt, but not under the shirt underneath. I bit my lip for a moment not sure what he was doing as his boney finger rolled over the curve of my abs and lightly over my navel. He put little bits of pressure against my abdomen before sliding his hands higher. His fingers pressed and skimmed like he was measuring me. His expression was intense, but not aroused, more like he was enjoying a puzzle of some sort. I felt strangely offended by his touch but not violated. I felt like I was just not attractive as his fingers continued to slide up my body sliding under my breasts then down my back. Marvelous, just marvelous. Your body is just perfect. He said with a small smile, or at least I thought so for a moment. What was worse is how deeply I felt a strange joy from his compliment. I felt enraptured and curious but also a bit afraid as he sat back down looking as emotionless as before. We will of course allow you a few restrictions. Otherwise you will be paid 12,000 a month on top of room and board. You will also keep 25 of any charity events you are a part of. We would revisit this again at 3 months. Mail me your restrictions and your response. Just like that I was outside of my house, and he was gone. Now I was wearing an outfit in my new home. My restrictions were mostly accepted. I would keep my virginity at least for the first term of the contract. I would stay in school. I would get to keep any outfits or uniforms involved. I would be able to say no up to 2 acts if I found them truly abhorrent. There would also be no permanent harm to my body. I had to compromise on body modification, nothing that could be seen outside of a general work uniform. I also had to give up birth control though I was not sure why since I was getting to keep my virginity. I quickly stood up knowing the time was coming. I took one breath and started to walk out of the room and down the hall where I knew the family was waiting for me. I opened my door and felt another wave of nervousness wash over my tummy. Their home was huge and I already felt like I could get lost at any moment. The floor was black and white marble squares in a checkerboard pattern, the whole house was like an English manor. It had huge open windows, with rooms upon rooms and halls upon halls. The house felt oddly empty, I could hear my own steps echo down the hall before I came to the center of the house. There was a wide vestibule with giant stairs at the back leading around the house. Mr. Praveedd had on almost the same suit as before, only with grey as the main color, and black as the tie, with not a hair out of place. His wife Jalousie had long hair, darker than I had ever seen. It seemed to absorb the light around it. Her skin a light tan, and she was surprisingly well muscled. I would not have said she was buff, but very clearly in shape. She wore a deep red shade of lip stick, with a Victorian style blouse. Ruffles at the neck and everything prim and proper. A black pencil skirt hugging her hips down to her nylon covered legs ending in a pair of stilettos that made my feet hurt just by looking at them. Jalousie's eyes were a dull brown that seemed to look down at me in disgust even though she was only about 56, not that much taller than I was. Bes stood about 58 in a thin black shirt with really really baggy white shorts on. The thin black fabric held tightly to his clearly defined abs and biceps. His whole body seemed to be mostly a wall of muscle. He had green headphones completely cupping his ears, as I was used to seeing, his hair matched his fathers though a slightly darker shade of grey. His eyes were also a bit darker of a grey from what I could tell because they were clearly not looking up at my face. They were glued to my body staring at my curves and not even bothering to look me in the face. A pet should kneel in front of the family. Mr. Praveedd said as I hit the center of the room. I bit my lip seeing how hard the floor was, looking back to the family. I was filled with second thoughts, as regrets rushed around my mind. Maybe he was wrong or it was some kind of trick. I looked back to him then averted my gaze as I slowly moved down to my knees, being extra careful to hold my skirt down. The hard, cold marble floor hurt a bit as I looked up at Mr. Praveedd. He moved over to me. resting his hand on my shoulder. I felt a little blush rise up from the simple gesture as he leaned down to my ear. Come to my room, door 12, east wing when my family has finished introducing themselves. He whispered before walking off. Jalousie moved towards me next, a loud click with each step. With one quick motion she slipped her middle finger through the ring in my collar and yanked me up. Not quite off my knees but enough to make me feel uncomfortable and it slightly hard to breathe. She slid her mouth to my ear and whispered. You are not good enough, cunt. Her hand gliding up my back, making me shiver as goosebumps crawled over me. Then with a wrenching yank she grabs the base of my braid and forces my head back. I think you are just playing at this given the circumstance. But my husband says that there is a pet in you and I going to break it out. Dropping my collar and hair I fall down on all fours listening to her heels walk away. I slowly raised myself as I saw Bes move towards me. I wasnt sure what I was in for yet, his eyes clearly on my breasts and nowhere else. Even before he covered half the distance his smell hit my nose hard. I couldnt stop myself from wrinkling my nose as the very strong musk of a teenage boys room hit me. It was nothing but sweat, ball sacs, and cum. I could hear some kind of rock music as he came closer and closer. My head was swimming in a scent so raw, at the same time something oddly primal screamed deep inside me. He moved in close and spread his legs slowly moving his hips up as I felt something hot resting on my breasts. My mouth dropped as I looked up to him to see his grin. I could feel 2 huge balls slowly sliding around on top of my breasts. They must have been the size of a baseball each. When you done with my fathers pet project you come to my room. He said firmly before slowly sliding the huge sac free from my breasts leaving the naughty scent on my skin as I slowly rose blushing, before heading towards the east wing. On the walk there I had lots of thoughts about my new life, and few about my old. I thought how just a week ago life was finally smoothing out. Now everything had changed and I was going to be a house pet for the Praveedd family. What was worrying me the most was not if I didnt like it or what would be done to me. It was the worry that I would like it, and he was right. I could lie to the world but I couldnt lie to myself, I felt a small spark of excitement growing in my heart.