Senior Diary

Introduction

The summer I turned 17, I started keeping a diary as a writing exercise. The first couple months were rather mundane, but things took a dramatic turn right after Labor Day. I recently came across the diary when we were settling my mother’s estate. The following is extracted from that diary, edited for readabilty, and only slightly embellished. I’ll follow up with more entries if folks like it.

Tuesday, September 7

BIG doings today!!! I still can’t really believe it…and the best part is that I have definite proof….

One of those late-summer, mid-Atlantic mornings….still just a hint of cool dampness, but definitely knew it would be a scorcher later on. Went to the woods with new 1000MM lens and 2X adapter, thought I’d give them a shot.

Since public schools went back yesterday, I knew I’d have the place to myself. Parked the bike off the loop, and walked down to the edge of the golf course. Got some great distance stuff of the clubhouse, etc…oh, c’mon…get to the good stuff!

Was on the way back after 3 rolls of film (both color, and 1 b/w), and decided to go down to the pit to burn one. I was still messing around with the new lens, and was looking through the viewer when I saw something moving in the sun on the berm behind the pit.

Got a good focus on….BETSY!!!!! NAKED!!!!! Damn near dropped the Nikon right there on the spot. Leaned up against a tree to try to get steadier focus…and sure enough, good ole’ Beets right there in all her glory, spread out like a starfish in the noonday sun. Loaded a roll of b/w, and decided to get closer so I could lose the 2X…

Remembered the platform E and R built, and thought I’d give it a shot. PERFECTO!!! Then, to make it even better, who comes out of the cave but Betsy’s friend Suzanne….guess they don’t start until next week either. Wearing a bikini, and carrying something in her hands….definitely won the kewpie doll on this deal!

Good thing I went to the woods today, good thing I parked the minitrail on the downside of the loop, good thing I went to the pit, and GOOD THING I USED B/W film!!!! Can’t wait for everyone to leave in the morning, so I can develop all 5 rolls of film I shot at the pit without looking over my shoulder….

Wednesday

I have to get this down in some kind of order. I laid out everything on contact sheets so I could follow a story line, and made half a dozen copies….for posterity!!! Who’da thought my next door neighbor was such a dirty girl!!! And where’s she been hiding those titties???

Made a sandwich, and sat down out back to look through what I had. Betsy naked, Suzanne standing at the edge of the pit, running her hands up and down Betsy’s body, playing with her tits, down her tummy, and into her twat….thought I was gonna lose it right there!!!!

Just about then, I heard Betsy and her mother….and heard the BIG L start the car and drive off…heard Betsy moving around on her back porch. Looking at the pictures…just kept getting dirtier…finally couldn’t stand it…I never really thought about it, but realized I OWN HER ASS!!!

"Hey Beets…you want to check out some pix I shot yesterday? Got some great stuff with my new lens." "Sure…be right over…" I really did this to someone I’ve known most of my life. A minute later, she came around to the gate, and came in. "What’d you get," she asked, sitting down and grabbing one of my butts. So I showed her….

She screamed, jumped up, threw the cig at me, yelled, "YOU SICK FUCK," and ran out. Didn’t expect that, and figured I’d better stash my extra copies DEEP in case things broke bad. Had just finished putting my closet back in order when I heard a knock at the door. Went down, and there’s Betsy, a little teary, a little shaky, but back. I opened the screen door, and she walked by me into the living room.

"What are you going to do with those pictures," she whispered. "Well, that depends." "On what?" "On you…what would you do to make sure they never got out…that no one ever saw them?" "Oh, god…." Tears really streaming now. "What do you want?"

"Well, I haven’t really had time to think about it, but given what’s in them, I’d bet you’ll go pretty far, right?" She nodded. "What," I said. "Yes," she barely breathed. "WHAT," I yelled, making her jump. "Yes," she sobbed. I took a deep breath, feeling like I was about to jump off a cliff.

"O.K., here’s the deal. You’re going to be my slave. For the next year, until I go away to college, you’ll do anything I say, anytime I say, any where I say. If you don’t, I’ll make sure these pictures get out both around the neighborhood and around your school. "

"A whole year?" "Yep, and that year starts here and now." "I’m not sure I can do this." "Tell you what, I’ve got to take a leak. If you agree, go downstairs, take your clothes off, and wait for me. When I’m done, I’ll come down. If you’re not there, I’ll know you don’t care who sees them." Without waiting for an answer, I walked past her and went to the john.

I took awhile in the bathroom…my dick was so hard it was just about impossible to pee. FINALLY I was able to unload my bladder. Washed up REALLY well, gave myself a wink in the mirror, and headed off to the greatest day of my life!

Went downstairs as quietly as I could, looked around the corner, and what a sight. There she was, over on the far side of the pool table. Her shorts and tee were on the table, and she was standing facing the fireplace. As I watched, her hands reached up to undo her bra…man , she was shaking so bad I thought she’d never get it undone. But after a half-dozen tries or so, she finally got it. She turned around to put it with her other clothes, saw me, and froze.

Before either of us had time to think, she clutched her bra to her chest and just stood there, staring at me. "God, I hate you," she hissed, without moving. "That’s not really important right now, is it? The important thing is that you’re here, you’re mine, and you were just carrying out your first order. Now put that down, and put your arms down at your sides."

She tried to stare me down, but finally looked down, reached out to drop her bra, then slowly, biting her lip, she put her hands to her side. As I watched, not saying anything, I saw a blush spread all the way from her nipples, across her chest and neck, up her face, finally disappearing into her hairline.

I croaked, "I’m getting some water. While I’m gone, finish stripping, then get up on the pool table, lay down on your back, and put your hands and feet in the corner pockets." On the way out of the room, I turned out all the lights except for the one over the table.

Got two glasses of ice water and was about to head back down when I had a thought, and went up to my room to get the one set of contacts I left out. I went back down making noise this time, and when I got back Betsy was naked, spread-eagle on the felt. I put the water and pictures on the coffee table, and went to take my first close-up look at my new toy.

Hadn’t really considered Beets as a sexual thing…too many other cuties in the neighborhood…but now that she’s mine, kinda pretty, dirty blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, skinny, 32B titties, brown cone-shaped nips, flat tummy, VERY pronounced love bone, whispy reddish-blonde pubes, boney hips, long, skinny legs.

Reached down to touch her stomach…her head’s turned to the side, eyes closed tight. As I felt her flesh for the first time, she opened her eyes wide, breathed in really deep, and closed her eyes tight again. "Open your eyes," I said. She did, staring at the wall. "Look at me, " I ordered, hand still on her tummy. As she looked at me, I almost broke. Biting her lip, tears streaming from both eyes.

"This doesn’t have to be awful, you know," I said, moving my hand in small circles. "Yeah? How would you feel if you were me?" "You didn’t seem to mind taking orders yesterday," I offered, tracing larger routes around her mid-section. "That was different! That was…" "That was what," I asked.

"Nothing," she snapped. "Just do what you’re going to do." Sliding my hand right down on top of her pubes, I said, "Now, that’s not a good attitude, is it? And before you answer, just remember why you’re here in the first place. You’re mine, and we’re gonna do things my way." I slid my hand up to her left tit, and gave it a healthy squeeze.

"OWWWWW," she raised up off the table a little, then settled back down as I eased off. "Please," she whispered, "I promised." "Promised who?" "Barb…Suzanne," she answered. "You were about to say Barbara, weren’t you?" "Oh, god" "WEREN’T YOU?" "Yes." "Sounds like a story to me. We’ll get back to that."

"First off, yesterday I watched you playing with yourself. I want to see you do that now." "Pervert," she hissed. "That may be, but you did and you will." Shutting her eyes, she slowly brought her hands down to her tits, rubbing her nips with her thumbs. "Nice," I said after a few minutes, "but I didn’t say you could shut your eyes." As she opened them, I said, "now how about moving one hand on down the way?"

Staring at the ceiling, she slowly slid her right hand down to rest between her legs, middle finger along her slit. "Please," she said, "I’m still sore." "From what, from fucking a stick?" "Yes, it was my first time." "Now THAT’s a story I’ve got to hear. But first, you’re gonna help me with a little problem. Instead of licking a wooden toy, you’re gonna try the real thing. Get up."

She rolled off the table and stood up in front of me, hands clasped together in front of her crotch, and arms squeezed together as if to hide her. "Hands at your sides and stand up straight," I ordered. "Now, go turn on all the lights, and come back here." She was REALLY quick, as if being in motion was being less exposed.

She came back to where she started, and I watched while she fought an internal war with herself, her hands moving several times to cover herself but finally going to rest at her sides again. Moving directly in front of her, I leaned in to kiss her.

She recoiled, so I stood back and barked, "’kay, if that’s the way you want it, we’ll do things the other way. Feet three feet apart, and hands behind your head." Staring right back at me, she did as I’d ordered.

"It’s probably good to get a few things straight. What are you?" "What do you mean," she said. "What are you? Why are you standing here naked in my basement? What did I tell you upstairs? What are you?" "Oh, that." "Damn right, now what are you?" "Okay, I’m your slave," she sneered.

"Right. That means your job is to make sure your Master is happy. In fact, we should probably get it out in the open. If you disobey or disappoint, you will be punished. You can always end this, and take your chances with having the world see those, " I said with a little more confidence than I was feeling and pointing to the contact sheets on the coffee table.

"What do you mean, punished?" "Well, slaves used to get whipped, and certainly bad little girls deserve to get spanked, so let’s just leave it at that for now." "Like hell you’re gonna whip me!" "Fine, then what’s it going to be…are you going to be a good slave, or do you want to take your chances?" She stood there, staring at me, wanting for all the world to tell me off. She blinked. "I’ll be good."

"Fine, then there won’t be any reason for me to punish you, will there?" "No." "I think ‘No, Sir’ would be more appropriate, don’t you?" "You’ve gotta be kidding!" "No, I’m not, and any further outburst will earn six smacks with my belt. Remember, you can always just leave. Now come over hear and kiss me."

It took her about forever to cross the 3 feet between us. She took in a deep breath, then leaned in towards me as if I was on fire. I grabbed her around the waist, and said, "Oh, c’mon. Put your arms around me and kiss me!" Slowly, her arms came up around my neck, and she pulled me to her. How can such skinny lips feel so hot and full?

As I watched, she opened her eyes only to look directly into mine. She shut her eyes tight and blushed again (man, her whole body gets hotter when she does that!), then opened her eyes to look at me as she pushed her tongue slowly into my mouth. In absolute heaven, I became increasingly aware of my hardon now pressed against her tummy.

I slid my hand up to cup her right breast, causing her to gasp a little then get right back to tongue wrestling. As I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I could feel it harden, and she began to push back against the pressure just a bit. I reached up and took hold of her wrist, slowly pulling it down between us and pressing it against my now well-tented shorts.

Mustering all the confidence I could find, I broke our kiss and said in a strong voice, "It’s time to serve your Master, slave." Stepping back to lean against the pool table, I guided her in front of me and began to push down on her shoulders. "Please, can’t we turn the lights out?" "I want to see you, slave." She whimpered a little, then allowed herself to be pushed to her knees.

"I’ve never done this before." "Really? Then what did I see yesterday?" "That was…" "That was what, practice?" "I guess so." "Well then, it’s time for the real thing. Now undo my shorts." Hands shaking, she undid my belt, unbuttoned the button, and began to pull down my fly. Her fingers slipped off the zipper several times, and I finally got frustrated, reached down, and finished the job myself.

She pulled at my shorts, and they got hung up on my cock. She pulled at the front to make room, and my 7 inches popped her right in the nose! She sat back on her heels, staring at my crotch. I looked down, my cock was twitching, ready to burst. I reached down, grabbed her by the back of her head, and pulled her back up on her knees. I slid my hands down her shoulders to her wrists, pulling her hands back to my waist.

"This time won’t take long." Holding her wrists, I started sliding her hands towards each other. As she touched me, we both jumped, but she didn’t let go. As she held me in her hands, I could see a small change come over her. She was still blushing continually, but her eyes never left my dick, which was jumping up and down like an excited puppy.

I reached back down and grabbed her gently by the pony tail. Pulling her head towards me, I said, "kiss me there." I was already on the edge, but the feeling of her warm lips on the tip of my cock sent me over, and, "OH…GODDDDDDDDD…" I shot all over her face. "EWWWWWW!!!" she screamed, and ran up the stairs where I heard the bathroom door slam.

I calmed down, slipped my shorts back on, then turned off all the lights except the down lights over the sofa. Took Betsy’s clothes and put them in the wall cabinet. Lit a cig, had a drink of water, and sat back with the pictures, admiring my work. I heard the toilet flush, and a few seconds later I heard her coming back downstairs.

As she came back across the room, I could see her eyes go first to the pool table, then around the room. "Where’s my clothes?" "You’ll get them back when I say so. Now, let’s talk about these pictures. Come over here and sit next to me." "You got to put your shorts on." "That’s right, slave, now come here."