I was overwhelmed while doing my makeup. I had to concentrate on making sure my fingers didn't twitch, sending the blush in all directions. I was so turned on it wasn't even funny. When I finished, and then gave my hair a last look, I left the bathroom, and my very high heels clicked across my apartment floor and back into my bedroom. I looked in the full-length mirror. I wanted to make sure, that when I arrived at the address, I looked absolutely perfect. Finally, I could say I do. I spent extra time and care shaving myself so there would be no nicks. I went through five outfits before selecting the one that felt right. See, I love my legs and show them every chance I get. At 5'5″ they are longer than they should be. So my mini-dress was appropriately short. I danced quite a bit as a little girl, and with the right heel/dress combo, my legs show it. Truth be told, I love wearing skirts and mini-dresses, always garnering comments when I sit cross-legged in a chair. Even my boyfriend loves to stare at them still, and we've been dating for quite some time. Though I'm only feeling the tiniest bit of guilt when confessing that tonight, they were not for him. Before I go any further, I guess you should know that...well, I'm a submissive, and when I'm very turned on and serving my mistress, she makes me admit I'm actually a lesbian submissive. I suppose it's not a big deal. After all, many women out there play this game. I just wonder how many of those that play this way also have a boyfriend who has no idea what's going on. If you saw me out with friends or going through my daily life, you'd never see that this part of me exists. Mistress Toni does though, and she insists I keep the whole thing a secret. Now and then she reminds me that the reason why I love it so much is that I have no one to tell. In part she's right. It drives me crazy that I can't tell people the things I love to do sexually, and only with Mistress Toni do I get a chance to be set free. It has gotten to a point though, that I feel so amazing from the experiences and so alive, that I want to "brag" for lack of a better word, and finally told her so. Her solution was to make me write our story, and if it was good, to submit it to websites to publish. That is exactly what I am doing, and naturally, I've changed the names. I've also thought it best to do it in three parts. I hope that it will inspire first-timers to reveal their experiences because truly, the real stories are so much better than those made up. Then again, maybe I just got lucky. So there I stood, in front of my mirror, taking a deep breath, trying to relax and calm down. Her place was still a cab ride away. But finally, after months and months of teasing, and seduction...after confessions and begging, my Mistress wanted to meet me behind closed doors. Tonight was the night, and while I admired myself in the minute, I recollected the steps of the journey with Toni that brought me to this moment. Yes, I do have a boyfriend. His name is Mark. Mistress would prefer me telling all of you that. She takes great pride in the fact that while he knows I like females, and while he and I watch girl/girl porn together, he doesn't know that she exists. In fact, that's exactly the way she wants it, and at the risk of getting ahead of myself, told me that if I ever told him about her and me, she would end it immediately. I asked her why once, and her whispered response melted me so badly, that I begged for her ass on my face again. "Secrets," she said, are what keep you coming back for more." But like I said, I am getting ahead of myself. I knew I liked girls, and I thought about them all the time. I just never told any guy I dated this little nugget of truth about me. Sure, many would love to have heard those very words come out of my mouth, but I couldn't. I didn't want them to make it about, well, them. Also though, I wasn't ready to do it for myself. I always fantasized about it, sure. And being a very attractive, mixed race, 25-year-old, I've been hit on by many females. But, I get too shy, and close down, and never do anything about it. The one time I actually had enough courage to hang in there and strike up a conversation with a female that was my type, the guy I was dating at the time saw it unfold, and became insanely jealous. The night ended abruptly, and not only did I not get her number, but I also didn't have sex with him either. Then I met Mark. Sexually, things were absolutely incredible. I never liked oral sex before Mark. I never had multiple orgasms before Mark. He always took his time with me, and it paid off completely. I loved having sex with him, and the more I started to unfold with him, the more everything seemed like a possibility. So I sort of hinted to him about my secret bisexuality until he caught on enough to ask questions and take the lead. His response was wonderful. Never once did he make it about him. Never once did he mention he wanted a threesome. It was always about me, and I loved answering the questions he would ask. When I felt comfortable enough to tell him what I fantasized about, the two of us would search the internet together, we'd find what I like, and then get into it pretty heavily. It was a total win-win. Never once did he ever deny me to an opportunity to explore me. And finally, one day, all on my own, when I asked him to take me to a lesbian bar, he was willing. That's where I met her. Toni. Mistress Toni. The bar was fine. Fun in fact. There were a lot of girls there, obviously, but a lot of pretty femmes. That's exactly what I was looking for. Someone pretty, like me. Someone that understood why skin had to be soft, why waxings were necessary, and why skirts and lingerie were made. My eyes wandered all over, soaking in the scenery. I was surprised at how suddenly I felt weird having Mark there, though. It wasn't like he was making me uncomfortable, but he kept staring, paying attention to every move I made. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad he was there, I needed the support, and there is no way I would have gone on my own. Once I got comfortable though, I found myself sneaking peaks around the room, hoping he wouldn't notice, and when he got up to go to the bathroom, I finally took a breath of relief. The sweetheart that he is, put his hand on my thigh, just under my skirt, and gave it a light squeeze.
