God I'm so cute. Even now; at this age, I am so fucking cute. I've always been small (`petite'; Ha!); I look like a little girl. I make sure of that. I wear short pleated skirts and socks: ankle socks; knee socks: - they accentuate my slim, shapely legs that I like to show off. My skin is pale and smooth; soft; flawless. My bright blue eyes can enchant or intimidate depending on my mood. My soft red lips invite a kiss... or more... My breasts are small and round with small pink areolae: peachy. I am a natural blonde. I wear my hair in a bob; so I can flick it: coy but enticing. Between my legs I am smooth. It doesn't take much effort. My tight slit adorns my perfect mound. I have a beautiful cunt. ... People lust after me. I can see it. I can feel it. Men and women. Girls and boys. ... I am not aroused by masculinity. I like femininity. I like women. ... I am however depraved; perverse; probably sociopathic. ... I have tortured men; and enjoyed it. But I love to torture women...
I remember when I was about nine years old being molested' – or was it seduced'? – by my mother's younger sister; my aunt. She was looking after me one night when my mother was away and she somehow invented this game (in retrospect obviously a deliberate ploy) where we took it in turns to tell each other what to do. It started off pretty silly with each of us variously hopping around, making faces and such... and quite a lot of tickling if I remember correctly. But a point came where I was doing the telling' and she suddenly came out with "please don't make me show you my knickers". Not realising that she was leading' me I obviously then ordered her to do exactly that. "Show me your knickers!" I barked "now!" I was delighted when she bent her head in (mock?) humility and then raised her skirt above her waist. Even as she revealed herself to me she mumbled "please don't make me take them off". I latched on quickly. I'm not stupid. "Take your knickers off!" I shouted, grinning. This was fun. To cut a long story short, it wasn't long before I had her crawling naked around the floor. I rode on her back; I smacked her buttocks; I felt her breasts and pinched her nipples; I examined her genitals and anus. It took a while. I relished every second. That's where my life-long fascination (obsession?) with dominating women started. What really sealed it though was when I started to feel between her legs. I'd never done it before – not even to myself, not really – so I got a real surprise when I dipped my tiny hand between her labia and it felt like dipping into a warm pond. She was soaking. What was even more of a surprise – and thrilled me to my roots – was how she moaned. I thought she was in pain. And I loved it. I got my first recognisable thrill of sexual excitement as I realised the control I had over her. That I could hurt her (as I thought) if I wanted and yet she remained compliant under my hands. The effect was even more startling when I found her clitoris (I didn't know what it was called). The small hard point that made her writhe and cry out when I played with it. I remember kneeling beside her as she lay naked on her back. Her legs were wide apart; her eyes squeezed shut; her mouth wide open; her hips raised and trembling as I mercilessly tweaked, squeezed and rubbed her. I really did think her cries were cries of anguish. I thought I was torturing her in her `private' place. God it makes me wet thinking about it. Then when she did eventually come to orgasm and tried to close her legs and sink into that warm afterglow, I, not realising, ordered her to "don't move" and "keep your legs open" which, astonishingly, looking back, she did. She lay and suffered the torments as I vigorously continued to torture her in that extreme state of post-orgasm sensitivity. Knowing that now makes me wetter still. It's something I love to do now as an adult. But nowadays I like to tie them so they just can't get away. And I can do it for a long time while they beg and beg for release... I need to know if anyone wants to hear of my adventures, of the things I have done.... write to me ... pippa.tate@yahoo.co.uk