A Submissive In San Francisco: One
The sheets felt cool on my legs…Oh, they needed shaving too. The hospital gown completely rough on my bare nipples..though they were totally stiff because of it. So, I am still in this hospital, and very, very horny now….how many days now? And I thought- again, how did I get here?
The room door facing my bed, swung open, a woman walked in, she looked like a nurse, and she said, “OK, Miss Sophie time to get up, shower and get ready for discharge. You have about one hour, I brought you some basic toiletries and I’ll be back to take you downstairs.”
OK my name is Sophie. I’m in a hospital. A couple of days now. I’m leaving now…Great! I jumped out of bed saw a plastic bag on the nightstand, with Personal Belongings written in big felt tip marker.
I opened the bag found, a thin white sports bra, matching bikini panties, a red V-neck Tee top, stretchy white Capri pants and pink Wal-Mart flip flops. The clothes looked like they had been washed and folded for me.
I took off my gown, turned on the hot water in the shower stall, and notice my reflection on the back of the door mirror….My light olive skin looked perfect, just like I like it- no tan lines, my skin very smooth, my titties- tiny, but proudly perky and my coochie- well that is my very, very special place and I xxxxxx myself to step into the shower and not touch myself…because, well I didn’t have permission…yes that’s it, I needed permission to touch myself there.
I found a little tube of shampoo and a bar of soap on the shower ledge- both were Vanilla scented- Yum, my favorite scent for over three years now. Since I went to one of the upscale stripper clubs with…I don’t recall his name…but I do remember I had to go in with a short skirt, and no panties….and he touched me between my thighs the entire time we watched the topless dancers. That’s where I found out that they all wore Vanilla scent when they worked there…and I decided that was the scent I would wear from that day on.
I hurried- to get clean and dry my hair all in less than an hour, but when I reached my little titties- yes they are only A cups, but very perky, actually quite pointy and ripe, with puffy nipples that are always stiff- well I spent some extra time washing them, give that I could not touch myself down there.
And I got some recall of how it really turns on the older guys to see my sweet, little pushing out from under my tee tops, even when I wear my thin bras, and actually knowing that they want to get their hands and mouth on them is a big turn-on for me too. Well, now I am more than washing my titties, I am loving my titties, and my clit is getting hard, OMG….yes I need some sex..but with permission or maybe I need to be spanked first for feeling so selfish?
But my last Daddy- My last Daddy? He told me never to cum without permission, and well, I needed to find him soon so I can get some relief But, where and what was his name…this loss of memory stuff is a bitch.
I just finished pulling my tee over my head when the nurse returned, looked me over, then smiled and said, “Well, don’t you look like the perfect girl next door?”
I smiled back, whispered, “Thank you, that’s really sweet of you to say.”
I put on lip gloss on as we walked downstairs and to the front desk, thankfully the bag had my gloss, some blush and a nail file.
“Sign here Sophie- this states you were treated for 72 hours for alcohol detox and now medically clear and released on your own,” said the clerk, then pointed to the bottom of the form on the counter.
I caught a bus in front of SF General, heading downtown without thought, and realized I didn’t recall coming into detox, or what happened before I got there. I didn’t recall where I was staying, or a phone number for myself or anyone. I did know and again, I wasn’t sure why….I needed to get to Diva’s to connect with somebody, somebody I knew….although I couldn’t remember any names or faces.
The Nurse told me I had a blackout and how soon or how much I would remember was up for grabs. I did know I felt horny as hell, and that I needed to be punished for something- Punished? I really needed to get to Diva’s to connect with my life, whatever that might be?
I walked the last few blocks from where I got off the bus, and noticed that every man I passed on Post Street looking at me, smiling, especially the older men- it was very sexy in a way I didn’t quite get…and of course it made my nipples stiffen. With Diva’s in sight, I took out my lip gloss and put some more on my soft lips using a storefront window as a mirror. Then tucked it back in a small handbag that was given to me by the clerk, who told me I had it when I was admitted,
It also contained a drivers license- The name on it- Sophie Gonzales, about fifty dollars cash all in singles, a bunch of flavored condoms, a small tube of anal lube and a little black book full of mens’ names and phone numbers.
I stopped at the front door, took a breath then walked in with the feeling Divas was a safe and known place to me, although I still couldn’t remember anybody that I knew there, or when I was there last.
It was dark and smelled like old bar, but it felt really familiar to me…and I had a rush, a hot sexy rush wash over me, starting at my coochie and up my stomach to my nipples…Then seeing four or five older men in in business clothes on bar stools, drinking at the bar I felt like I belonged here, or rather to whichever of them would have me….OMG, was I a slut?.
I took the stool next to the first man. He turned to me and in a stern voice said, “Sophie, why haven’t you returned my calls?”
I stared at him, felt ashamed that I had let him down, but didn’t know why, not really, and responded, “I’m sorry, but I was away for a few days and just got back an hour ago…” and I felt like he needed to chastise me, or something like that.
He stared, then smiled, and reached down to my lap below the bar top, placed a hand on my thigh, squeezed and ran it up to my crotch and rubbed me there, which made me drippy in a flash, then he went up under my Tee and up to my titties. He found a hard nipple through my bra and pinched it really hard and then held it….OMG, I felt like I could cum with the pain…..
“Excuse me Sam, are you buying Sophie her usual?” the tall blonde bartender asked, as she wiped the bar top in front of me.
“Yes,” and he leaned in to me and kissed my ear and whispered….”After you have your drink, we are going back to the bathroom and you ….will….suck ….me …off with the stall door open, understand?”
I nodded, I nodded with a hungry anticipation. Oh, yes…I remember, I’m a submissive!

END PART ONE