Diary 4: The Bar

Sarah took me to a local bar this evening. It's crowded and dark just like any other bars. Then I realized that it's a lesbian bar. I saw many twisted bodies glued together tightly on the dance floors and around the shadow corners. It turned out that Sarah is a frequenter at the bar and knows many people there. A tall and pretty girl named Sandra asked me to dance when Sarah got to her feet to dance with her her friend, Tina. I felt my voice trembled when I answered yes. Sandra held my hand firmly as she pulled me to the dance floor. It's a slow dance and Sandra held me tightly in her arms. I felt my stomach fluttered as I felt the bottom of her breast mashed the top of mine snugly and I felt so weak that I may have stumbled if not for I was completely wrapped in her arms. Sandra owns a local accounting firm and has strong ties with local business.

After several songs we all came back to the couch. Sandra sat right next to me and squeezed my shoulder tightly and I could only lean against her as she pulled me close. I felt very safe in her arms and I could hear my heart beat so fast. As four of us talked, Sandra's fingers stroked my arm gently. I felt goosebumps crawling on my skin. This is the first time I was so intimate with a girl and I found that I was so excited. It's so very different from being with boys. When being with boys, I was constantly making great effort to guard against their advances, struggling to maintain my dignity and hide my body's response to their lewd manipulation. Yet with Sandra, I didn't have the urge to escape from her touch. In fact I think I actually yearned for it. When we left the bar, Sandra insisted to escort me home and I accepted it gracefully. We talked a little more on the way home and she kissed me forcibly at the door. I felt I melt into her breathlessly and I blushed as I felt the dampness of my panties. Then we said goodbye to each other. I can still taste her kiss...

Email to Jennifer

Dear Miss Smith,

I made a new friend Sarah today. I was in the library while I was looking for some class reading. Sarah is a cute tomboy and very fun to be with. She is a sophomore and I am glad that I found someone that I can go to if I need any help.

We spent the afternoon together and she showed me around all the important places that a student may want to know about.

I hope that you had a great day, Miss Smith.

Yours obediently,
Silvia

Diary 3

Shoot, just when I thought that I am finally free, the call just reminded me the full control of daddy and Jennifer have over me. Jennifer had been daddy's personal assistant for many years. I can never forget the first time when daddy began my obedience lesson. Jennifer was there and I was told that she will be responsible for disciplining me. I was to address her Miss Smith always even though I think she is probably in her early twenties. After my first spanking lying on her lap, I resigned myself to surrendering to her.

Sometimes, daddy would send me to Jennifer's apartment over a weekend for my good-girl training. I've learned to don a sexy french maid's uniform in 6-inch pumps to clean up her place. In fact, she already had maid service to handle the house work for her. It's more for me to get used to the outfit and wait on her hand and foot obediently. I've learned how to walk seductively in that impossible high heels and how to bend down to pick up things without bending my knees. Jennifer knows how to humiliate me and keep me on a tight leash. Once she invited her girlfriends for teas and I was to serve them in my uniform without my panties on. My heart almost stopped when I was told to pick up the napkin dropped at Jennifer's feet when my back was facing all her friends.

Daddy always gives his instructions to Jennifer and I would learn what to do from her directly. I have been instructed to keep it a habit to sit on daddy's lap and kiss daddy's chin lovingly. That's the way to show my love for daddy as I was told. Sometimes I wondered if some instructions were made up by Jennifer herself. Once I questioned her instruction and I was punished to always address myself as Silvia when I talk to her. This is to keep me in a submissive mood and know my place. It sure does the trick. How can I not feel submissive and embarrassed when I speak like a little 3-year-old in front of her? I then was told to speak the same way to daddy and daddy was very pleased. He then required me to always answer him "yes, daddy?" From then on, I would never question whatever Jennifer said. When she says jump, I will only ask eagerly how high. It has been my desire to please daddy and Jennifer over time. Somehow my subservient behavior always excites me extremely. It's growing on me and I found my panties get wet all the time when I was with daddy or Jennifer or even just talking to them on the phone. That submissive mood also had been making me more susceptible to agreeing with others and very hard for me to say no. I've hoped that I could get back my old personality after coming to Sandon. Now how can I do that when I am going to write Jennifer and call daddy everyday?

Phone conversation with Jennifer Smith

Silvia flipped open her cell phone: "Hello?"
Jennifer: "Hi Silvia, how's school?"
Silvia: "Oh, Hi, Miss Smith. School is great. It's really nice here."
Jennifer: "Mmm, have you been a nice girl, Silvia?"
Silvia: "Yes, I have, Miss Smith."
Jennifer voiced coldly: "I have?"
Silvia: "Oh, I'm sor... Um, Silvia is really sorry, Miss Smith. Silvia begs for your forgiveness."
Jennifer: "Silvia, just several days away from home and you've forgotten your manner! How can I trust you to behave?"
Silvia: "Silvia is really sorry, Miss Smith. Silvia will work very hard to behave herself, Miss Smith..."
Jennifer: "I want you to email me your daily schedule and send me your daily report at the end of each day. Do you understand, Silvia?"
Silvia: "Yes, Miss Smith."
Jennifer: "Is that your answer, Silvia?"
Silvia cursed herself for forgetting always repeat the complete instruction when reply: "Oh, Silvia is sorry, Miss Smith. Silvia understands and will send you her daily schedule and a daily report every night, Miss Smith."
Jennifer: "That's better. I think you need your behavior lesson next time you come home. Now, don't forget to call your daddy everyday to tell him how much you love him and how you miss him."
Silvia: "Yes, Miss Smith. Silvia will call daddy every day and let him know that Silvia loves him and misses him very much, Miss Smith."
Jennifer: "Good girl. See, you always rely on me to teach you how to be a good daughter to your daddy."
Silvia: "Yes, Miss Smith. Silvia really appreciates you for constantly teaching her how to be a good daughter to daddy."
Jennifer: "Ok, I got to go. Remember to behave yourself, Silvia."
Silvia: "Yes, Miss Smith. Silvia will remember to behave herself."

Diary 2

I met Grace this afternoon at the book store. She was recruiting for the cheerleader squad. I signed up right there. Although I used to feel a bit jealous of those cheerleaders for the attention they received, I never wanted to be one as being a cheerleader seems to be announcing that you are inferior to those athletes and you can only cheer at the sideline. Since Dick became daddy, I was required to join school's cheerleader squad and trained hard to be a good one. To help framing my mind to develop my enthusiastic spirit, I was taught to admire all those hunky football players in my mind. I was to imagine that they are my heroes and I am so eager to show them how much I worship them. Over time, it did help and I was always so excited when doing my act in the games.

I know that I would be expected to be in the squad in Sandon too and show the same level of devotion if not more. I only hope that boys in Sandon are more mature and gentleman like. I can never forget last summer when I was trapped in those boys' locker room. I was so scared when Jake pinned me against the wall and forced a kiss on me. I was so humiliated about my boobs getting so hard under his hands and the head coach came in right at the moment. Although he rescued me from Jake's advance. He dismissed me as a cocktease and threatened to spank me if he caught me in the locker room with his players next time. That was such a degrading experience yet I get so excited whenever I replay the scenes in my mind. What's wrong with me?

Diary 1

It's so exciting to finally arrive at Sandon. It's like a dream. I never thought that I could ever come here, at least not one year ago. Yes, my grade is good enough but mom could never afford to send me to a private school like this if not for daddy's wealth. Gosh, I call him daddy so naturally now. Our lives definitely changed a lot since mom married him. Luxury mansion, all the pretty clothes that I could only dream of but I think I've paid a high price for it. I wonder if mom knows about what daddy did to me.

Even after a year by now, I still feel so humiliated to have to call him daddy like a little girl. Hell, I even need to behave like an obedient little girl. I still blush every time when I answer him with the required little-girl-tone "Yes, daddy?". Yet, those humiliation always turns me on so much. I wonder if that's really normal or if there's something wrong with me. Daddy always told me that it's a girl's nature to be eager to please men and only in doing it so that they will be happy and fulfilled. I thought he's just talking shit and tried to brainwash me but now I am really confused. Ever since the day daddy took me to his office, my life changed completely. All his so-called girl's obedience lessons have changed how I behaved completely. Not only I'm so used to be compleyely obedient to daddy, I found it's hard for me to be cold to boys at school too, at least those nice-looking ones. It's like a mental bondage that daddy has placed on me.