I’ve known I was a submissive girl since I was really young. I used to crave bondage, humiliation, and degradation along with some punishment and servitude. I cannot tell you where these feelings came from. All I can say is that when I was young, I craved it beyond anything else. Thoughts of being dominated filled my mind constantly and the ideas that ran through my head always gave me butterflies and made my virginity flow with a constant stream. I was 13 years old when it all started.

I was a shy girl. At school I always wore baggy sweaters and baggy jeans. I kept to myself and pretty much hid from boys. Don’t get me wrong. I had my crushes. I was simply too shy to face any of them. I never wore make-up and my hair was always flat. My mom and dad were never home. They traveled a lot for work. We would see them about two weeks a month.

My brothers and I were always left with plenty of money. My allowance was a whopping $200 a week as long as I kept getting straight A’s. I never spent money on anything unless I had to. I also was given a credit card with a limit of $3000. I guess you could say that we were rich. My oldest brother was 12 years older than me but was very protective of me. We were very close and never fought. My other brother was 5 years older than me and he and I always fought. I still loved him and I knew he would protect me if he had to.

I didn’t have any friends. I had hi-and-bye friends, but nobody that I really could consider a best friend. I was a loner. I was a nerd. I spent my days chatting online to people I didn’t know. It was ok, but it got boring after so long.

My brothers were having a huge party at our house the day that the voices in my head started my self-domination. I was locked in my room angry at the confinement as the noise pushed through the walls all around. I looked out my window to the back yard to see several people in their swimsuits getting in our hot tub and jumping in the pool. All I could do is stand there and stare at all the hot, wet, well-tanned bodies that littered the yard. Some of those guys were really cute. My juices started to flow as I stared at them at play. With a deep sigh, I threw myself on my bed and began rubbing myself.

Just what do you think you’re doing, you horny slut?

The voice was clean and clear in my head. I immediately stopped and looked around for the source.

You’re not going to find me, bitch. I’m in your head.

“What do you want?” I said in a whisper.

I want to teach you how to become a true slut. That will lead to you becoming a true sex slave and from there to a total whore.

The name calling caused my groin to tingle with excitement. But I tried to hide it. The voice laughed loudly.

You can’t hide anything from me, slut. I’m in your head. I know all of your secrets. I know all your desires. I know all about you. I know that you want someone to dominate you. I know the thoughts that make you wet and horny. That is why I am here, cunt.

I felt the butterflies dancing in my belly tickling me from my naval to my clitoris.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, You are so cute. How would you like for me to be your Master until you find a real one of your own? I already know your answer, slut. I just want to hear it from you.

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded my head with a big smile.

Very good, now lets get some rules established shall we? And remember, all these rules are coming from you, so no bitching or complaining.

I was able to put an image in my mind of the voice that was speaking. To me, he was a tall,