Chapter One

Realization and Reward

My name is Julia and I am 23 years of age. I am a lifetime slave.

After living in my Mistress’s home as her ward for two years and gaining some small appreciation of her more private pleasures, I decided that this, her slave, was truly what I wanted to become. From my earliest years, I’d always had dreams of being totally controlled, and the opportunity to actually do it had finally come close enough for me to grasp. At first, I was only mildly curious about Alexandra’s past activities, for as young women in our society do, I and my friends discussed virtually all aspects of the world opening up to us, particularly the area of sexual pleasure. Other than the more mundane aspects of being a female, I gloried in my new found capability of enjoyment, but found after some experimentation, that I much preferred the company of other females in the sense of sexual adventure. Alexandra was of course aware of my curiosity and various experiments, but kept her own counsel, fearing she would bias my developing views on the ways and intricacies of sex. It was not something that she wanted to unduly influence she later told me and so left me free to find my own orientation and path.

During the second year of my stay with her though, I had a growing realization that I was in fact attracted to females on a more or less exclusive basis, and more mature ones than those of my own age of 19 at that time. Alexandra von Strassen, my Mistress, was to me, the ideal lover, or so I thought, and that view became more and more apparent the longer I was with her. I took to staying at home, much more so than my contemporaries did with their parents; truly enjoying her company and respecting her views on the world, and becoming more infatuated with her. Although we grew closer by the day, she had not yet disclosed her proclivities to me, steadfastly maintaining her privacy.

Then, one evening I went to her door and knocked hesitantly on it. Of course, she knew it could be none other than I, and so bade me enter. I slipped into her darkened room, dressed demurely in my robe and upon seeing her reclining there so voluptuous, I immediately began crying. Alexandra leapt from under the covers, deeply concerned, but I was nearly incoherent in torrents of tears and so she took me to her bed, laid me down and covered my shivering body with her scented satin sheets and the comforter. I’d shrugged from my robe when I got into her bed, then she slipped in beside me and I clung to her desperately, my naked body shaking with a turmoil of emotion. She held and talked to me over the next hours, until finally, the root cause of my problems poured forth. I delineated the feelings and sensations I was experiencing, and had lived with in private misery for the past year, telling her that the realization of my lesbian nature deeply distressed me, but then came the admission I was so terrified of making: my desperate need to be firmly and securely controlled, and this in a manner that none of my friends would ever be able to comprehend as being ‘normal’. Since the simultaneous death of my parents, two and a half years previously, I’d keenly felt the loss of the guidelines my family environment had provided and desperately craved a structured, permanent arrangement for my life. The balance of the night passed with me held in her arms, but still she did not reveal her inclinations.

The next day I was somewhat more composed, then at the dinner table that evening I stated that I wished to become her possession, as I found out much later, to her great delight. She said nothing for the longest time, eyeing me speculatively, then quietly asked why.

“Dearest Alexandra,” I whispered tentatively, “I know a little of your other life, or what you did before you returned to town and took me in,” I stated with a shy smile. “But some of the girls even whisper that you were a Dominatrix!”

“Julia?” she smiled slowly, “I’ve made no big secret of my previous life, but I’ve not allowed it to tinge our relationship in any way. I could not, in all good conscience as your Guardian do so. However, now that you’ve informed me you’re aware of it, there’s much more you should know.”

From there she told her more about herself and recent life, and finally, got to the point of revealing that she had a long held dream of po