TeenDom

"Life has been unpleasantly boring. My last year of school is upon me and if I hear my mom say one more time "You need to go to prom or you'll regret it for the rest of your life", I think I will scream. Unless they fill my prom with acid dance mixes, chains, harnesses and all the Jell-O shots I can down, I don't think I wanna go. I would like to have a clean high school record, remain anonymous to the majority of my class, graduate, and fade away into the night. To those at my high school, I am the person you pass in the hall that you don't know. There is nothing special about me that would stand out. Nothing that would tell anyone that I was someone's pet for over a year, and would still be if she had not had to move away. The hazards of being a teen, we have no control over what our parents do. As I walk through the halls this week, I overheard people talking about a "new craze" that's all the rage. It's kinda like over the summer they all found out about something that has been around since the dawn of time. They all think it's a game you play on the weekends or something to pass the time. I heard someone call it "a new way of dating." I just smirked knowing I have a secret about the pin-up boy in their locker. That pin-up boy, and the many before him, come to the party and get treated like crap to get an erection. And one pin-up boy tells another pin-up boy and another until it becomes the new drug or fad. Mr. Pin-up Boy told Mick, my brother, that his group of "friends" want to attend the next party and asked for an invitation. I guess tomorrow we'll get to see who's in his circle of friends. A word of advice to "the friends". This is not your new drug of choice. This is people's lives." I wrote this on the blog of my website, which had gained popularity over the last year. I created the website when I first got into the submissive position a few years ago. My website started as just as a blog to discuss my thoughts on becoming a submissive, but then I began writing articles about terminology, toys, and positions as I learned about them. The more posts and articles I wrote on the subject, the more popular the website became. When the web traffic went off the charts, I created chat rooms and message boards. I knew it went viral when I heard people in my class talk about "TeenDom," a term I created and the name of the website. The website has changed since its origins. The site became an informational site for teens to have a safe space to learn how to begin their journey into the world of b**m. I spent a lot of research hours perfecting the articles and information. I created photo galleries and instructional manuals for s*x toys. The site did not explicitly sell products to teens, unless one had an inside connection. The message boards and chat rooms expanded to areas based on s****l preferences, gender identities, and styles of kink. Don't get me wrong. There was always fun spaces added. Members added art, such as writings and drawings. My favorite part of the website became the panic button at the top of the page. If someone heard their parent coming into the room, they could hit the button and it would take them to a random Wikipedia article for their history homework. We made sure the website did not collect any cookies or placed any history in the browsers. Unless someone downloaded something on their own, no evidence of the website or s****l content would end up on the family computer. I thanked my website tech guy very well for that little feature. Give a nerd a hot chick for a night and I became king!!! Even with all the areas for interacting, the most popular section of the website became the blog, itself. Even though it was my life, one would think it was erotic fiction at its best. The people at the parties knew it was real though they didn't know wrote the blog. I always believed if you didn't stand out, people wouldn't see you. I took part to keep my identity secret, but I loved being punished, too. Trust me, I didn't stand around taking notes all night. I monitored the site while doing my homework or blogging. I could see people talking about different parties or meet-ups. It's almost as if this generation was taking it to a new level. I began this life after meeting a girl, a dominatrix, and she opened up my eyes and body to something I never really knew existed. Parents had yet to figure out what their kids were into. This I knew from personal experience. Parents were still worried about drug usage, but drugs were so last decade. We had a new high. The "in" thing with teens was a new form of s*x, they called "TeenDom", or b**m for teens who are not ready to go total power exchange. The girls liked to dominate, and the boys will be their "BOB", bend-over-boyfriend. Just like in the adult world, there are those people who were so intense it was scary. Others just wanted a taste of it. That was where most of the teen rage was... a taste of the forbidden. Now, Venus is where "the party" is for my world. There are other places to party, but a group of my friends and family, who wanted a secret place to satisfy their dreams and desires without fear of persecution, created Venus. We didn't plan to create Venus, it just sort of happened. I received an email via my website by someone who claimed to be the movie star, Henry Oliver. Everyone knew the name, Henry Oliver. He wanted to figure out a way to get some toys for a party he wanted to have, but he didn't want the paparazzi to photograph him going into an adult store. At first, I didn't believe him. What celebrity didn't have people to do that type of thing? That's at least what I thought. When he wanted to meet, I agreed. We met at a restaurant out in the 'burbs away from celebrity sightings. Walking in, I saw him and slid into the booth like we both knew each other. He told me he found my website, and they wanted to have a TeenDom party of his own with a few of his celebrity friends. Because of his celebrity status, he wanted to be discreet and not just show up at a random party in the city. I totally understood that. I took him to my car after we ate and talked about his likes, dislikes, and style of kink. I packed a bag of interesting items for his personal pleasures and noted other items he wanted for his party. When he asked if I knew a mistress for the night of the party, that would work it for him. Of course, I did. Haley got what he wanted, and so did I; an invitation to his party. With toys in hand and girls on my arm, I showed Henry and his celebrity friends the world of TeenDom. After a successful party, I, along with my entourage, continued to be the supply for the young Hollywood elite. It became easier if we brought the entertainment to them instead of them being caught up in a tabloid scandal for soliciting the wrong crowd. When our demand grew, and we had a booked schedule of parties, we knew something needed to change. One of our friends had an unused guest house, which we used for a while. We could provide a lot more variety with a place to store props that did not travel well. Once that location opened, everyone wanted to come to our little love shack. We called it Venus, and we controlled who we let into our little circle. That location became too small for our imaginations. My sister, Belinda, drew up the blueprints for the ultimate s*x house just for fun. When a very unethical opportunity fell into our laps for the building of the house of our dreams, we all paid the price for that to become a reality. Sometimes you have to give up your dignity once in a while. Sacrifices for the greater good? They built our house in the lower side of the Hollywood Hills in a two-level mansion, complete with bedrooms, showers, playrooms, and security gates. Parties became by invite only. If a name was not on the list, we would not even allow them through the gates. If you had an invitation and wanted to bring someone or a group of people, Mick had to approve them ahead of time. Not even I could show up with someone on my arm. I had to get permission, too. There would be no last-minute additions. Period. Once inside the house, no one may use real names, even if they were your friend. Everyone has an alter ego at Venus. And breaking the rules is a sure-fire way to end up on the veto list. We provide a safe and discreet place for people who want exposure to the world of domination. New people come and go, and that is okay. We have been able to maintain the discretion needed in order for our world to continue to exist and grow. We play like adults, but we are just kids who need to control and want to be controlled. Our parties are complete with a DJ, lights, smoke machines, and rooms set up in scenes for various s****l pleasures. We have a regular set of Masters and Mistresses, along with submissives, too. The Masters and Mistresses are there to teach people how to take control and how to dominate. The parties are for newbies and experienced players. Everyone has a good time and leave satisfied. There also is a set of bouncers who will stop anything they think is going too far, despite how consenting it is. It will always be a safe-haven for everyone, and no injuries, yet. Each night, I spend most of my time online under my "web persona" named Foolish Mortal. The name stems from one time my brother came home from Disneyland and would not stop calling me a foolish mortal. It stuck, but he does not call me that during the parties. My alter ego is Brian Amadeus, based on my favorite rock band. Our first party at the new location was upon us. Mick spent the night at the house so he could put the finishing touches on the house. Our mom kept calling him to find out where he was, but no one would tell her. I wished she'd stay out of my room and stop asking me questions. It seemed like we went through this before every party. My panic button got a workout that night. Once she realized he was not coming home, I got a moment of peace to finish my blog post. "Even though I have been feeling a little bored lately, I am hoping the new location of Venus will also bring some new excitement to my life. I haven't wanted to play much at the previous parties. The wave of guests lately seem very shallow to me. Everyone acts alike and looks alike. So, there I sit along the wall like the geeks waiting for a dance with the popular cheerleaders, who never even glance in our direction. We sit there with our hard-ons watching the queen-beers put their pets in their places, wishing and hoping that we were down on our knees waiting for our bone (or b***r, if you may) tossed at us. I love wall huggers, though I am usually not one of them." I guess I need to play tomorrow night. A christening for the new house. Well, I am out for the night. See you tomorrow, Newbies! I posted my blog post and finished up my schoolwork before heading to bed.