The becoming of Mistress Natalia 

Before I begin this story I must introduce myself and tell you some of my background. My name is Natalia and I was born in Umbria in the countryside a short distance from Rome. My parents were very strict catholics and had high expectations of me as their only child. 

When I was 13 we moved to Arizona in the United States. Culture shock would hardly begin to describe the world I was suddenly thrown into. I soon found though that my lack of English skills was made up for by other things. 

American boys seemed obsessed by my dark Italian beauty and my cautious attempts at english only seemed to endear them further. At such a young age i was already learning that my beauty was power. I could make boys and even men do whatever I wished. 

As i entered my fifteenth year I appeared years older. I could easily pass for a lady five years my senior. My breasts had grown beautifully and my nipples were prominent and dark in colour. My body seemed to control all my thoughts until even at school I was reaching beneath my skirts to touch myself through my damp underwear. 

My mother seemed especially concerned with my rapid growth and the male attention that followed me everywhere. She began carrying her rosary everywher and cursing my father for making us leave her homeland. I was dragged along to confession more than ever. I began to take a devious delight in torturing the poor priest who heard my confessions. Even to the point of making myself cum quietly while confessing my sins. 

I knew this was wrong and went against all I had been taught but I was lead by a spirit and desires that I had no control over. I began to absue men takign what I could from them laughing and humiliating them at the same time leaving them crazily in love with me. 

I began seeing older men as boys could not satisfy me. They could not give me the things I wanted and were just to easy to play with. My parents at this time were nearly tearing their hair out but I was past caring. I was a wild child and I knew it. 

I loved to shop at avant garde fashion stores adoring dark styles that highlighted my olive skinned beauty. One day I brought a rubber racing dress with a zipper down the front. I just couldn't resist after seeing it in the shop. 

When I got home with it I could not wait to try it on and as I pulled the dress into place rather difficulty around my curves I began to feel very strange. As I drew up the zipper which would not close all the way at the top of my breasts leavign a large amount of cleavage! 

I moved around to admire my figure in the mirror and the rubber creaked with my steps.. I began to run my hands over my breasts and hips feeling the tightness and the heat radiating from my skin. Never had I felt like this before. I did not know what had come over me as I collapsed to the floor moving my soaking fingers faster inside of me before orgasiming with a passion I had never felt. 

It was not until almost 3 years later when at a night club I was stopped dead in my tracks. I pushed aside the men gathered around me and gazed in admiration at a tall blonde woman encaesd from head to toe in a red latex catsuit that even covered her entire face. Where had she come from this amazing creature. Never had I felt a lust for another woman but I wanted to lick every part of her latex clad body. 

To be continued... soon