On my eighteenth birthday my parents handed me the keys to my new apartment, brought me a car, handed me a credit card and kissed me goodbye.
I never understood why I was a mistake to my parents. I suppose handing me a new life and basically telling me 'Sorry, we no longer want to be your parents' says a lot.
Did I beg them to not leave? No, I didn't. I had never felt loved by them and in a way, they gave me the gift of freedom on that day.
When I saw the advertisement looking for new girls at the exclusive Dominatrix venue, Morph, I was intrigued. Having a fascination with whips and chains but never finding someone that felt the same way about it that I did, was the only thing missing from my life. Maybe having this job could allow me to meet like-minded people, while also allowing me to fulfill some of my fantasies.
I didn't want sex with strangers, although I loved sex. Placing someone in chains and playing out my fantasies on them, was something that thrilled me and made me feel alive.
Attending school, keeping up with the social life that I had, and working as a dominatrix, could be a dream come true.
Finding love, however, was still elusive and no matter how much I tried, I never seemed to be able to hold onto it.
Having an on-again off-again, International bad boy, surfer boyfriend, Jet, was hard work. One day he's here, filling my days with hours of erotic, steamy sex; the next day he's off travelling the world, and me, not knowing where I stood with him. Then there's Mitch Bradley, the only boy in my social field that made me feel flustered and nervous whenever I looked at him. The sad thing was, that he probably doesn't know that I exist!
So, this is where my story starts, replying to an advertisement that would lead me to a new and exciting life.
My name is Stephanie Blackwood, wealthy socialite and high school student.
Or you may know me by my alias, Mistress Candy.
I may look sweet, but I can be very, very, naughty.
