Thread: Her First Experience (SithMistress & Minnie the Masochist)

It had seemed so simple and straight forward, when Thea had been back home, but on the twenty minutes or so bus ride her mind had begun churning over what she was actually doing. Traveling from the other side of town, far into the suburbs, at the behest of someone she didn't even know the name of. She could be anyone or anything. She could be fat or ugly or maybe she actually was a guy, or maybe it was just a prank, or maybe she wanted to kidnap her and murder her in her basement. Maybe it was a frat house, and they just wanted to laugh at her and her stupid, embarrassing questions. Thinking about, she had been crazy to put the initial question up in the first place. Anyone could have been reading it, and maybe they were all just laughing. She had been even crazier to go into such lengths with this stranger, whom could be anyone. She had opened her heart to her, just thrown all her needs and problems out there for anyone to see and mock. It contained every secret Thea tried so very hard to hide and then some. Things she hadn't told anyone. The anonymity of the Internet had lead her to confide in the web, and to her surprise she had received a lot of answers. She just wanted answers, about what she should do in her position. There had been a lot of response, to her surprise, but only one had really reached out. If she had gotten the address right, it was her gate she was standing outside of now. The iron gate was imposing, and made Thea feel even smaller than she was. She quivered against the cold autumn wind, and cursed herself for not wearing more than a thin sweater. It felt like paper for all the warmth it gave. But that wasn't the only reason she was quivering. Her heart was in her throat, each beat reverberating through her. She wasn't the type of person who liked to meet new people, never mind visiting them at their homes, but here she was, at a total stranger's house. A stranger who had said she wanted to wanted to teach her. To guide her. It was difficult even thinking about it, and it made Thea feel just about ten years old. She was supposed to figure this out on her own, and here she was, hat in hand, knocking on doors, offering herself, just at the slimmest chance she could discover what she craved. What Thea craved wasn't something she thought about every now and then, like it was something she could pursue in her spare time if she bothered. It was all-consuming. However much pornography she watched, however much fiction she read, she didn't get the release she so desired. There was a reason she didn't have a job, and didn't go to college. She wasn't fulfilled. And she needed to be fulfilled so badly she was willing to try just about anything. Begging strangers for help included, however humiliating it was. She'd been standing some way away from the gate for what felt like an hour, though it was probably more close to five minutes, before she had worked up the nerve to approach the guard house. The fact that the person living here had a gate and a guard house was intimidating, to say the least, and it didn't help her nerves that she had to go through a guard to get inside. Steeling herself, she approached him and explained she was an expected visitor, telling him her name. Although Thea didn't know her tutor's name, she had been forced to give her own name up front when they had talked online. She supposed that was part of it, the first step in surrendering herself. It was a frightening concept, surrendering herself to a stranger, but she wasn't going to turn back now. Beyond that gate there might lay endless possibilities, and she might just discover the world of pleasure and pain she so sought. A part of her wanted whoever lived here to not be home though, so she could just go back home and masturbate in safety, like she always did. Yes. Maybe she wasn't home. Just the thought of that brought a sense of relief to her insides, which had been a churning ball of nervousness since she woke up that morning. If she wasn't home, or had changed her mind about seeing her, she didn't have to worry about anything. But her hopes quickly turned out to be unfounded, as the gate opened and the guard said she just had to follow the short road up ahead, her nervousness once more choking her. She started slowly up the path, clutching her sides as if she was giving herself a comfort hug. The sound of the gate closing behind her almost made her jump. She didn't look behind her, however, forcing herself not to. There was no turning back now, and seeing that closed gate wouldn't help her in any way at all. They had made an appointment for late afternoon today, and it was just past four PM. She was using denim pants, like she usually did, and she understood why so many guys wore them. With that stiff, tight fabric, nobody could tell what was underneath. She wore a purple, long-necked sweater and white sneakers. Beyond that, she only had a brown, uncharacteristic purse containing the usual necessities. Her hair was tied back in a big, curly tail, though it refused to stay as a tail, blowing in all directions as a purple, wavy scrunchy struggled to hold the mess together. She clutched herself tightly, trying to squeeze out her nerves as she made her way up to the incredibly large mansion. And it was a mansion. It was difficult to describe it as anything else. Thea didn't think she had ever even been inside a house that size. She was used to living in a normal, suburban family house, with few luxuries apart from a small backyard pool. This was on another scale entirely, and it only made her more curious as to who lived here, and why she would care about Thea of all people, a nobody from nowhere with more needs than sense. The short walk felt like an eternity, but finally she found herself outside the door. Straightening her bushy, curly tail a bit, and making sure her sweater was unruffled, she gingerly rang the bell. She could hear every beat of her own heart, thumping loudly within her, and she was quivering like a leaf in the wind. When the door opened, revealing a man, she was just about to turn away and run when she realized it was yet another servant. Whoever this person was, she certainly had a lot of money, being able to pay for two, or possible even more, employees at her own home. She told him her name and that she had an appointment. Somehow, she felt that the guy knew the purpose of her visit, like he could see inside of her and see those filthy, depraved wants she carried with her everywhere. It was difficult meeting his eyes, and she looked down instead as she was invited in. The woman who greeted her next looked nothing like Thea had imagined. She was young and beautiful, and a head taller than Thea, but her clothes were just as casual as Thea's, which was a relief. If she had been dressed up, Thea would have felt rather underdressed. She hadn't known what to wear for something like this, and she didn't want to make any presumptions, so she had just worn the outfit she was most comfortable in. It also didn't hurt that she knew she was very cute in that purple sweater, which hugged the curves of her body what little of them there were, of course. She frowned though, at the woman's comment. Her humble home? It certainly was a humbling home, but it was very far from humble. It was a little funny though, and since it sounded halfway as a joke, she giggled nervously. Your humble home wasn't that difficult to find, she said, thinking quickly, trying to match her wittiness. So no trouble. Uhm, she said, feeling intolerably awkward as she stood there in the large entryway. She had no idea how these things worked. It wasn't really a date, and it wasn't just two friends hanging out either, but maybe something in between? But how did she proceed? She wasn't sure what to do, or how to behave. So. I'm Thea. The one you, uhm, you know, she said, glancing behind at the butler, and caught herself blushing, and her eyes quickly found her toes. You are I mean I'm at the right place, right?