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THE NOTE

The bell rang and the hallways filled with chatter and laughter. I grabbed my jacket off the hook and took a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket. There was a piece of paper stuck to the box that read: I want to be Your slave.
WTF!! Was this a prank or something?? I looked around and over my shoulder, in the hope that the perpetrator was watching. Why on earth would anyone want to be my slave? What did it even mean?? But there was no name on it, so I decided to ignore it. Which was easier said than done, because the more I tried not to think about it, the more I did. Did Michael write it? Bobby perhaps? Or was it William the creep?”
I went home with an headache and blamed, needless to say, my parents for that. I went to bed early and forced myself to think of something else. I had just closed my eyes to go to sleep when a thought hit me like a bolt of lightning: Did one of the girls write it perhaps?? Stephany? Or Claire? Or was it Ingrid, who could not stop staring at me?
I pounded my fists on the bed in frustration. I hated this! If they had something to say to me, then why not just say it! Whoever wrote this note, needed a severe spanking. And I was more than be happy to administer it! Far away, in a remote corner of my soul, a seed called FemDom opened up and began to grow.
Mistress Charlotte

SUBMISSIVE ORIGINS

I’m confident in the belief that there is truly such a thing as living again,
and that the living spring from the dead
Plato

The ship arrived sometime around 1875 at Castle Garden Immigration Centre, Manhattan, New York. From there I travelled to a small town on the East Coast of the United States, where I found a job as town clerk & surveyor. I never married (somewhat unusual at the time) and I lived on the corner of a long uphill street. I had some money when I arrived, but I trusted people I should not have trusted and all my savings disappeared into someone else’s American dream. This would never have happened if my sisters were still alive. Five formidable Ladies with strong personalities, who raised me after our parents passed away. Their word was law and they made all the decisions for me. I looked up to them, revered them and always, always, always obeyed them without question. Even when I grew older. They made me feel safe and protected and for that alone I would do anything for them. They died in their thirties, one after the other in the space of fourteen months. I came to America in the hope of a new life. But not a day went by that I didn’t miss them. I would sit and stare at their portraits for hours, longing for their guidance. I felt vulnerable, insecure and weak without them. So, who knows, perhaps this mysterious desire to obey Women originated not in this- but in my past life.
Past Life Regression Session – July 2018

MORE THAN WORDS

It’s a hot summer day and sunlight streams through the cracks in the barn wall. The barn is two stories high and covered in dust, mouse droppings, cobwebs and God knows what else. It’s not a place for kids to play, but we do it anyway. I have a creative imagination and always come up with the best games to play. Today it’s going to be Cops & Robbers. And, as always, I want to be on the losing side of things. So Sue is the cop, I am the villian.
You’re going to arrest me, I say, force me to the ground and sit on top of me as long as you can.
There’s a silence. And then …
You always want to lose!!!
The tone of Her voice knocks the air right out of me. Her words have uncovered a secret that should have remained in the shadows. I deny it passionately and run with my tail between my legs. I can’t eat, can’t sleep. I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling for hours. What if She tells Her mother … What if Her mother tells my mother … What if they put me in some sort of hospital …
I’m just eight years old and I don’t know why I want to lose. Don’t know why I want Her to humiliate me. I only know I do. I need to keep my submissive cards closer to my chest, that’s for sure. No one must suspect a thing. And with that last thought I sink into a dreamless sleep.
Five words. Five simple words that would change my life for decades to come.