My Virginity given to someone I’ll never know at the BDSM club

My mom was very young when she had me, only 16 and the 18 year old boy who got her pregnant wanted no part of being a father. I really don’t know why, but for some reason all contact between my mother, his family and him ended before I was even born. My grandparents also disowned my mom for deciding to have a baby on her own so basically our family consisted of the two of us, just mom and me. Even though she had to drop out of school and work low paying jobs my mom always found a way to take good care of me and I cant imagine any other mom and daughter being any closer then we were.

I don’t really have many memories prior to starting school, but even on a limited income my mom always found a way to go to parent teacher conferences, school programs and all those things so important to kids. I was healthy and happy and an active kid singing and dancing in school plays for all the holidays and made good grades and even got to try dance and gymnastics. Somehow mom always found a way to keep me busy and active and in lots of activities.

Shortly before my ninth birthday my mother was feeling really awful and was devastated to find out that she had ovarian cancer. This made things much more difficult and all my activities ended. Instead we spent many hours together at the hospital with her getting one treatment or another. Not only did it affect my fun activities but it also was very expensive and really stressed my mom about money. Also with all the medical treatments it made it harder for her to work full time and that strained things as well. It was during one of those trips to the hospital when my mother met Steve. Steve was a very handsome doctor in his late thirties. He always seemed a way to make my mom smile and even during her worst times when she was really sick, he visited and spent a lot of time with her and us.

Before we met Steve it had always been just me and mom. I have to admit I felt like I had a hole in my heart for a father and I seemed to like Steve as much as mom did. Within a month of their meeting they began dating and then kissing and more of the grown up stuff. Soon he was spending the night at our apartment. Not only was Steve dating my mom and me, and being there for her personally he also started to help out with money and before long I got to start being a kid again and doing some fun things. Six months to the day of their first meeting, my mom married Steve and I had a dad.

Things just kept getting better as Steve owned a house and we moved in with him. I even then had my own room and a back yard. As a doctor he did work quite a few hours but he spent as much time at home with us as possible. I loved our house and felt like the luckiest girl in the world. The only room that was off-limits to me was Steve’s office. Some evenings he spent several hours in his office but it was usually only one night a week. Not too long after the wedding ceremony I was elated to find out that Steve wanted to adopt me and we even had a ceremony where we all dressed up for that. Steve was truly my father. He got involved in some men’s club and the night a week in his office seemed to become one night a week away from home. But both me and mom were so happy. And things seemed to be going really well and we were a happy family.

Shortly after I turned ten mom’s heath took a turn for the worse. With her first bout with cancer she had one of her ovaries removed. Now the cancer was back and this time it was bad and strong. Within three months of its diagnosis I lost my best friend in the world when my mom died. I think for the next few months I walked through life like a zombie. I was heartbroken. Steve was there for me and kind and since I was adopted of course I was to stay with him. He cut back his hospital hours and made himself more available to me. And we had a sweet lady down the street who babysat me when he couldn’t be home. He did keep his one evening a week commitment to the men’s club but otherwise his life was his work and me.

Slowly the years passed until one day I needed some paper for school work and went into Steve’s office to get some. As I was getting it off the printer, I bumped the mouse and it woke up the computer. There on the screen was what I later learned was porn. I stared at the screen my eyes realizing the people on the screen were naked. There were men and women and some teen girls, just as I was looking at the screen and trying to figure out what I was looking at Steve walked into the room.

For the first time since I knew him he yelled at me at the top of his lungs. “What are you doing? Get up to your room,” he yelled and followed me up the stairs to my room. Before that day I had never seen Steve really mad and I was stunned as soon as we got to my room, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me over his lap and spanked me very hard several times till I was crying like a baby. I have to say it definitely made me forget anything I had seen on the computer as I could think of nothing but the pain in my butt.

It was odd cause normally anytime I did something wrong he didn’t like he would talk to me about it and explain what I had done wrong. But not this night, after spanking me, he stood me back up and yelled at me, “Get to bed.” I did exactly that and honestly we never discussed anything about that night. Things seemed to go back to normal and I was getting excited about the summer and my next birthday. As it got closer to that date, Steve seemed to be on the phone a lot and seemed more quiet then he had ever been.

I tried to ignore it and had been trying hard to do lots of the things mom used to do cleaning house and fixing more meals and stuff. I was not too bad at fixing food, not anything elaborate but easy meals basic meats and vegetables from a can. Things seemed pretty much back to normal and I forgot about the computer and my spanking. As my birthday was now only a few days away, Steve was acting a little odd and was making lots of comments about how mature I was becoming and how pretty I was, just like my mom. Soon he told me he had arranged for something very special for my birthday. A day or two before it he took me shopping and bought me a very nice dress. Other than the dresses I had worn to their wedding and my adoption ceremony it was the prettiest dress I ever had. It actually was the most grown up and it looked like a prom type dress, with bare shoulders and back. It zipped down the back and came all the way down to my feet. I even got brand new shoes, for the first time high heels. I struggled a bit to walk in them but practiced every day for a little while after buying them. The day before my birthday he took me to a hair salon and I even got a fancy hairdo. I was so excited I could hardly wait for my surprise.

Little did I know how things were going to change.

My father woke me up early that morning and told me to take a shower but not to forget to wear a shower cap to protect my hairdo. He told me to make sure to wash really well. When I got out of the shower he had my dress out and ready along with pretty matching panties, I was surprised about these as they looked like satin and were like womens thong panties. But I put everything on without asking questions.

I was even more surprised when after going downstairs he walked me to the door, locked up and there outside waiting was a long black stretch limousine. The driver opened the back door for the two of us and we got into the back seat. I had a huge smile on my face and was so excited. We rode for quite a while I found myself yawning feeling a bit sleepy, but just before I asked if we were there yet my father said, “We are almost there I need you to put this on.” Out of his pocket he pulled a black silk scarf he put it over my eyes and began to tie it in back. “We can’t have you spoiling your surprise can we?” he asked to which I answered, “No sir.”

I was surprised how much longer we rode in the limo with me blindfolded but finally the car came to a stop. I heard the chauffeur open the door and felt Steve take my hand and help me out of the car. He held my hand and elbow and walked me down a long walk and then up several steps to a door. I heard a doorbell ring and then a door open. As we walked in I heard music playing but within seconds it stopped. I have to admit it was hard to walk in the heels blind folded but he held me firmly and I never did anything more then wobble.

I then felt us walk into what felt like a large room it felt pretty cold in their and he walked me along the floor. I could tell it was large as when I walked I heard my heels clicking on the floor.