Lacy Girls: Introduction

I am the Lacy in the title, and this is going to be about my experiences and how I ended up having my own little harem of obedient and subservient females who live to make me happy. Most of the names are changed, the ones of minor players in this telling, while, for my own purpose these who are central to this I will use their real first names.

I should start with some backstory, the seminal beginnings, by saying I have always known I was different and had peculiar tastes. It really came about one night whole staying at my aunts for two months over the summer between 4th and 5th grades. I had to sleep in my cousin Vicky as bedroom, on the floor on a futon which wasn't bad except for Vicky being in the room with me.

She was a nasty, mean girl who constantly needed to tell me why she was better than me and would berate me every chance she got. Of course she was sweet around other people but when it was just the two of use, she would be cruel. One thing she liked to do was to grab my nipple and twist it when no one could see. I always reacted by crying out in pain, but at the same time, I got a tingly feeling I actually enjoyed. Knowing it was weird and that it could be used against by my cousin I never let on.
One night, while sitting up on my futon and reading my Kindle, Vicky got out of bed and sat down in front of me with an evil grin. Before I knew it see grabbed my right nipple and twisted it. Without thinking, I grabbed her right nipple and twisted it. She was outraged and we got into a Purple Nurple contest that was vicious.

Being a chubby girl, she had more for me to grab and twist while the more she twisted the more tingly I got all over. She was crying when she gave in and released me, but I held on forcing her to the floor where I told her I would do it every time she was mean to me. I let her go, and grinned when she crawled up on her bed and whimpered. The rest of my stay was very pleasant; I didn't see Vicky for five years. There will be more about her later.

I couldn't stop thinking about seeing Vicky writhing in pain and how I controlled her, even when I started masturbating years later I would picture it. But I didn't know what it meant. It faded away from my fantasies for a while, as my interest turned to boys. I forgot about it and was more interested in exploring more 'normal' activity by giving my first handjob to a guy and getting fingered by him.

I was very sexually active after losing my virginity, which I set out to do one night. I never had any inhibitions about sex, I had no shame in sucking cock or having anal or vaginal sex with any guy I wanted. Being labeled a slut wasn't anything I cared about, though it never happened. I had threesome a with two other guys and once gave head to three guys, one after the other. But after a while, I found myself thinking about that night at Vicky's and I knew there was something to it.

Being open minded I explored various sites that are geared toward people with unusual tastes. I was amazed by what I found there, and learned I wasn't alone in my proclivities. One thing I discovered was that I preferred girls, which meant I was a Lesbian. I wasn't ashamed or felt guilty about it, I totally accepted it and stopped bothering with boys.

There were a small group of gay and lesbian students at my school, but I didn't want to waste my time with fumbling around in the backseat of a car with some girl who didn't know what she was doing or wasn't into what I wanted to do. I figured if I ever found a partner who shared my interests, it would either be in college where everyone experiments with sex or after I get out and establish myself. I doubted it would be easy to find that special someone. How wrong I was.

As it turns out, there are a surprising number of suitable partners and that is what this 'series' will be about, culminating with my life now. Hopefully this will be an enjoyable read...and yes there will be graphic sex.

By Anonymous

Fetish CONFESSION

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