The Secret Life Of Josie Crupper

An eBook By Josie Crupper.

Josie is whom I tend to think of as the real me, although Josephine might argue that point but it is no longer her turn to speak. My name is Josie Crupper, growing up I always disliked the name Josephine. I know Josie isn’t the prettiest name, but to my mind it’s a small improvement on the one I was born with - outside of work, only my mother calls me Josephine. I’m English and, as I write this, I’m twenty eight years old. Oh, how to describe me...It isn’t easy as every woman has parts of her body and nature she likes and dislikes. In my case Josie dislikes Josephine and Josephine dislikes Josie. Did I mention that we are a strange pair?

As far as the parts of my body that I like: I have a tall figure that curves in just the right places, or at least so I've been told on more than one occasion. I have chestnut-brown hair, which is long and curly and I have green eyes - so far so good. I do have long legs that I think of as one of my best assets and love wearing stockings.

It feels strange to be making a list like this and even though I am alone I can feel myself blushing.

I’ve always been proud of my breasts, although I admit to sometimes becoming tired of them, as most of us do, especially if I’m doing something active or men are staring at them. They are on the larger side for my frame, I’m a 34D and of course, as I just mentioned, they’re often where eyes seemed to rest.

I'm into keeping fit - the normal stuff like going to the gym three times a week and long runs that turn into even longer walks in the countryside. I enjoy the burn of running and aerobics and I’m vegetarian, so I manage to keep off the pounds. It also helps that I love to dance, to let go of all inhibitions and become one with the music.

Men seem to find me attractive, which these days can be more annoying than flattering. I dated a few guys in my younger years and was always left a little distressed that ‘normal’ straight sex just didn’t seem to do it for me.

Anyway, for longer than I care to admit, I tried hard to be a good straight girl. I come from a typical, middle class British family so tried hard to be normal. However, during my school and college years I did flirt around with girls and by my mid twenties I think I knew I was more lesbian than straight, but there was still something missing.

I found making love to a beautiful girl to be much more satisfying and easier than being with any of my male partners. Another woman knows where to touch, when to play and how to interact on both an emotional and physical level - but I always felt it could go so much further. That the experience and emotions of sex could be so much more rewarding, richer and ultimately fulfilling, and then one day I finally discovered what I really love ...and here I blush again ... I discovered that the thrill of being controlled, of being told what to do and having to do it was what really fulfilled me sexually. Understand please that if we were in the same room together, I would never be able to admit this because, believe it or not, I really am a very shy person. Somehow, writing it down makes it easier. Maybe that is why I’m doing it?

Anyway, my idea of heaven is when a beautiful, sexy, feminine woman instructs me to dress in some provocative way that I would never normally do, and then instructs me how to act and pose for her.

adore the feeling that I simply have to do as I am told, especially when it is something that bank worker Josephine would run from screaming. In short, I love it when someone to takes control over of my body and I can experience the thrill and embarrassment that this control brings.

There, Josie’s secret is out and Josephine is incredibly upset about it. I did say I had a few ... hang-ups but please, don't get me wrong...I’m not attracted to crop haired biker babes and I do not like to be beaten. Spanked? Oh, yes, but not beaten. I don’t like to be spat or pissed on either, for that matter. Yuck! - I am still very much a ‘girly’ type girl.

So there I was for several years, a frustrated lesbian, a sad submissive who was too shy to find a Mistress, at least until I met Mistress Marion ...

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