beth

Archive-name: beth

Subject: A story a young woman sent to me.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

I did not write this story. It was written by a woman who I met on AOL and was sent to me. She tells me it is true. I asked her if I might post it here for comment and she said OK. She said that she is writing more, about what has occured since, so if you like, I will post that too when she sends it to me.

Hello, my name is Beth. I live in a suburb of the city of San Francisco. I live with my parents and thoughI was adopted at birth, they are my mother and father, Mom and Dad.

People have asked me how I recently became interested in the subject of submission so I thought I would write it down. In April a girl I go to school with, Karen, and I were working on a project for a class and I complained that I did not thing that we had done a good enough job and that I was sure we would get a grade of B on it. Karen said that she knew that we would get an A and when I said I thought that she was wrong she asked if I wanted to bet. I asked her what she wanted to bet and she said that the loser had to be the winners "Slave for a Day." I asked her what this meant and she said that the loser would have to do whatever the other said for an eight hour period. This would include house work, dishes, laundry, whatever.

Well I was not too thrilled with the prize because my parents have a cleaning service that comes in once a week to clean our house but I thought it would be nice to have someone to pick-up my room.

Karen was so assured that she would win that she told me to mark Saturday, May 18th. between the hours of 10 am and 6 pm on my calendar. I thought that the bet was so funny that I told my mother about it bet and that someone would be coming to clean my room for me.

Well Karen cheated. She almost re-wrote the entire report and added all sorts of new information. When we got the A I was sort of mad that she had done this but hey, an A is an A.

So I did go to Karen's house on Saturday the 18th to do her cleaning. She had picked this day because her mother was out of town and she was left with the house work. Needless to say that what else happened that day is what has gotten me interested in this subject.

This is the second part. I am writing it, well because I think I need to. I will try to be as detailed as possible to anticipate any question you might have.

Upon arriving at Karen's apartment I was told that I would have a number of chores and this it was expected that I do all correctly. The first I was to do was to vacuum the living room. For this Karen told me that I must be dressed only in my underwear. To say I was a bit shocked is to say nothing. I would not have minded so much but for the fact that I had not worn a bra under my sweatshirt. Karen told me that this did not matter and ordered me to remove my jeans and sweatshirt. This I guess was the beginning because with her command I noticed an almost chill run up and down my back. As I vacuumed Karen sat and watched me.

Next I was to do the dishes. This was my first time in Karen's home so of course I did not know where many things went as I emptied the dishwasher. This made Karen angry so she took me over to the couch, removed my panties, and had me lay across her lap. She then spanked me. Hard. I did not like it much an realized that I had do things better.

After the dishes I was told that I was to give Karen a bath. Karen is a nice girl, and smart, but she is not in very good shape. I do not want to be rude and call her fat but she is almost two of me.

After the bath I was told to dry her off and well I was told to "blow dry" parts of her body. While in Karen's bedroom she had me knell on the floor. That is where slaves sit she told me and to be very honest I was geting a real thrill out of being told what to do.

After dressing Karen took out of her drawer a dog collar and without saying anything she put it on me. I don't know why but I did not put up any resistance and the first feel of it around my neck made me swoon. Karen then took a leash out of the draw and fastened it to the collar. As she started to walk away holding the end of the leash I started to stand to follow, but she told me that dogs crawl on all four. I was hit by lightning. I don't know if it was being called a dog or being told to crawl or what but I almost lost consciousness.

Karen then lead me into the kitchen area and had me sit on the cold floor. She then took a bowl and filled it with cereal and placed it before me. I ate.

The rest of the afternoon was me acting as a dog. I was very confused but very excited. I left at 6 pm and neither Karen or I said a word.

Upon arriving home I guess I looked very upset because my mother asked me what was wrong. My mother and I have not been close for a couple of years, since I was about 13, and I am much closer to my dad. Unfortunately my Dad, though a very nice man, is kind of weak and my mother runs the house.

I was really confused and I really wanted to talk to someone so I told her what had happened. I was surprised. For the first time in a long time she seemed concerned about me and what had happened.

She asked me a lot of questions and, strangely I thought, asked me what I had liked and not liked. I confided to her how playing being a dog had affected me. She hen asked me if I planned on going to see Karen again which would seemed like a silly question but instead of my saying "of course not", I could only whisper, "I don't know." She then cooked me some dinner and I went to bed.

The next morning when I woke up and went down stairs my Mom told me that she had sent my Dad to the store and we would have breakfast when he got back. She told me to go up and take my shower now.

After my shower I went down stairs again and my Dad had returned. He looked a bit upset. My mother was cooking scrambled eggs and seeing me come into the room she went into the dinning room and called me in. On the dinning room table were two bags and from one of the bags she removed a dog collar. She told me that if I wanted to be a dog, then I would be a dog at home. She then began placing the collar around my neck and as she was fastening it I again felt the tingle that I had felt the day before.

My mother then took from the bag a leash and fastened it to the collar and with her tugging it downward I went to my knees. From the other bag she removed a plastic dog dish and while holding the leash firmly in her hand led me into the kitchen.

My poor father looked horrified but said nothing. My mother looked at him and gave him the end of the leash and told him to walk me as she got breakfast ready. He did not move and because I sensed that my father was getting upset I told him that it was alright because I really liked it. He asked me, "do you really?" and I had to say yes.

Later that day after we got home from going out for sunday dinner which is something we do every week my mother told me to go my room, to get ready, and to wait for her.

I went to my room and put on the collar and leash and knelt on the floor.

When she came in she looked at me and said that she had never seen a dog wearing clothing, to remove mine.

I don't think my father has seen me naked since I was five years old so that when she lead me out of my room and into the living room he almost fell over.

This has been my life for the past few weeks. I am a dog in the evenings and on weekends.

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