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Slave & Master Sex

11/15/2008

I had never been an actual slave in "real life",
although I had hadstrong fantasies about being a slave
for just about as long as I couldremember. I have a very submissive
nature, especially around someone whois able to bring
out that side of me. This story is about a Mistress Iserved.
Mistress R. was my online Mistress. We had never actually
met; weonly corresponded through the email on a local BBS.
All I knew about herwas what I could read in her "bio".
She was 33 years old, 5'9" tall andweighed 140
pounds. She was married and had red hair. Most of the otheranswers
in her bio were normal enough, but under a question aboutpersonality
types, she had selected "dominant". Of course,
with mysubmissive side, I had to write to her and explore
just what she meant bythat answer, and I was happy to learn
that she liked to fantasize aboutbeing a Mistress. Based
on this, we soon formed an online relationshipwith her
as the Mistress and me as the slave. She made it very clear
thatsince she was happily married this could never be anything
more than"electronic play", and I readily
agreed. Right from the beginning she wasvery demanding.
She remained totally in control and things seldom went
theway I wished, but as I followed her orders (by myself,
in front of thecomputer), I began to feel myself mentally
coming under her control. She began my training by telling
me that as her slave, my body becomeher property. Just like
I wouldn't think of touching a Mistress withoutpermission,
she required me to ask for her permission and to followcertain
rules she set forth before I was allowed to touch "her
penis". She ordered me to relieve her penis three
times a day, but I was neverallowed to even touch it if I was
on any kind of furniture; I had to bekneeling or laying on
the floor. This was very hard for me, since readingher letters
or chatting with her or thinking about her made me very horny;it
was hard to keep my hands off of her penis. I was required
to send hera daily report once a day about how I had relieved
her penis, how I hadcarried out any of her other orders,
and describing my feelings to her. Let me explain that although
we never played in person, I tried to thebest of my ability
to obey her every command exactly as she wished, withoutcomplaint.
I was not entirely successful, I think in part due to the
factthat I probably needed her watching over me to insure
total obedience. Itwas enough, though, to make me feel
totally like her property. I washonest with her, so whenever
I disobeyed or did not follow her orders, Itold her so. Being
an online computer relationship, I could have lied andshe
would never have known, but I think then I would have missed
out onmany of the feelings that came along with it. I really
began to think andfeel as if I were under her control. Right
away, she ordered me to buy a pair of panties and then to wearthem
for 24 hours, including to work. It was punishment for something
Ihad done that had displeased her, although I can't
remember anymore what itwas. I'll never forget how
embarrassing it was going into Mervyn's to buythe
panties. It felt to me like everyone in the store knew why
I wasthere! As I strolled through the panty section of the
store, trying tolook as uninterested as possible, I was
completely humiliated! I didnotice a couple of people
glancing at me, and one woman almost seemed likeshe was
following me around! I kept bumping into her as I turned
acorner, etc. Anyway, I eventually found the courage to
check out somepanties that were there, and discovered
I didn't know the first thing aboutthe sizes that they
came in. I finally decided on a pair of sheer bluepanties
that said "one size fits all" and were priced
about $7. I thenbecame more embarrassed as I had to walk
through the store to the check outcounter, carrying nothing
but the panties. All together, it was a totallyfrightening
experience and very humiliating. But when it was over,
though, and I finally made it home, I was very pleased that
I had obeyed myMistress. Of course, the next day, I wore
the panties to work, but thatwas very easy compared to buying
them. She required me to buy many things while I was her slave.
I had to goto adult book stores and buy a small butt plug,
a large butt plug, lubricant, a penis-shaped vibrator,
and nipple clamps. I was also orderedto buy other things,
like an anklet and a 1 inch lock, a slave collar, andpeppermint
oil. She told me that she had a friend making the collar forme,
and was going to require me to wear the anklet with the key
to thelock on it 24 hours a day as a sign of my submission to
her. She requiredme to insert the small butt plug the moment
I got home from work, and toleave it in until I had written
her daily report. I never was able to getthe bigger butt
plug in "her" ass because it was too big. For
awhile, sheordered me to try once a day to place it in her
ass, but then ordered me tostop, saying that when we first
met in person, she would insert it herself. She also had
me take the penis dildo up her ass every day. One day when
I displeased her, she made me wear the nipple clamps forten
solid minutes, and that was the only time I've ever
worn them. Theyhurt like hell, but again, I was very pleased
that I was able to obey her, and I think it pleased her, too!
As I laid there on the floor, the nippleclamps almost unbearable,
I relieved her penis and felt totally like aslut. I had many
enjoyable chat sessions with her. She would often make
mekneel on the floor before the computer and do things.
On one occasion, shehad me kneeling before the computer,
completely naked except for the bluepanties, fucking
myself with the penis-shaped vibrator. She ordered me
tocum in the panties, and as I did so, I was almost overwhelmed
by thetotality of my submission to her at that moment. I
was hers. We continued playing this way for a few months,
during which time the"slave drawer" where
I kept all of the items I was ordered to buy wasgrowing in
size considerably. In addition to everything I had alreadypurchased,
it now also contained a dog dish, a bag of plastic clothespins, a
pair of red panties, some peppermint oil, a metal dog choker
collar and aleash. I had new daily orders by that time, too.
Every night when I wentto bed I had to wear the collar and
use the leash to chain myself to thebed. It was a weird feeling,
but one I quickly got used to.


Her next instructions really tested the level of my obedience.
I wasnaked, kneeling on the floor in front of the computer
in "chat mode" withher when she told me that
I was to shave her cock and balls, and that I wasto keep them
shaved permanently. "I hate hair around a penis",
she said. Furthermore, I was not to get a haircut again until
she told me to and Iwas to let my fingernails grow out. I could
see what she had in mind withthese orders, and I made the
mistake of asking her to please reconsider. This earned
me 20 minutes with the nipple clamps. When I told Mistress
R.that being shaved would be very awkward to explain to
any lover I might bewith, she told me that I could not see
anyone else while I was her slave. She made me agree to this
before ordering me to go follow her orders, andtold me that
in addition to the nipple clamps, I would not be allowed
torelieve her penis again until she specifically allowed
me to do so. She hung up and I went directly to the bathroom
to carry out her lastinstructions to me. I was already naked,
as she always required me to bewhenever chatting with her,
so I took the small butt plug and put it in herass, as she had
told me to do. I then put on the nipple clamps and leftthem
on for an interminable 20 minutes of torture. Even worse,
she hadforbidden me from handling her penis to take my mind
off of the pain. Finally, it was time to take the clamps off,
which I did as gently aspossible. The rush of blood back
into my tender nipples was even worsethan clamps, and as
I was moaning in pain, I promised myself that I wouldnot
question my Mistress again. I immediately took a pair of
scissors and began clipping away my pubichair. I cut away
as much as I could, then lathered up. Taking a freshrazor,
I began shaving very carefully around her cock and balls.
Finally, the area around the penis was shaved completely
smooth, and I tried to getused to the unusual feeling. It
was not something that I particularlyenjoyed. I did not
hear from my Mistress for another two weeks. During thattime,
I shaved every morning as she had told me to do, my skill and
speedgrowing with each passing day. The strange feeling
of being shaved thereheightened my awareness of myself,
and I found that the new sensationscaused by this kept her
penis hard most of the day, often at inconvenienttimes.
I wanted desperately to play with myself, but she had forbidden
it. Finally, I was online when she happened to call and she
put me intochat mode. As soon as I saw who it was, I got naked
and knelt on the floorin front of the computer. "Slave, "
she typed immediately, "give me yourphone number."
This was something new, but I dutifully gave it to her. Instantly
my phone rang. "Hello", I answered. "Hello,
slave, " she said. "Have you followed my orders?"
Her voicewas wonderful. "Yes, Mistress."
Saying 'yes, Mistress' was somehow different
thanjust typing it, and I know I must have sounded very meek
as I replied toher, but at the same time, it seemed quite
natural to be speaking with herthis way. "How long
has it been since you relieved my penis?" she asked.
"Over two weeks, Mistress." "Go get your
drawer of toys, slut." "Yes, Mistress."
I retrieved it and resumed my kneeling position onthe floor.
All at once, she had transformed our electronic relationship
toa more personal one, and I was helpless to resist her as
I did exactly whatshe told me to do. "Have you been
shaving every day?, " I heard her ask as I picked up
thephone. "Yes, Mistress." "Good, "
she said. "Take the penis dildo and suck on it."
Her strangeorder took me by surprise, so sudden was the
way she said it, but I hurriedto comply. "Put it all
the way in your mouth as far as it will go. Let mehear you work
on it, " she ordered. I took the dildo and slid it into
mymouth. I felt like such a slut, kneeling on the floor,
completely naked, on the phone with a woman I had never
met, and being ordered to suck on aplastic penis. I made
slurping noises as I sucked on it and moved it backand forth
for about 30 seconds before she ordered me to stop. "I
hope yougot it nice and wet. Put it in my ass... NOW, slut."
I took the dildo and placed the head against her ass. After
only asecond or two, she demanded to know, "Is it in
yet?" "Not yet, Mistress, " I answered.
I had not even gotten the head in. "I said NOW, you cunt!"
Without any further delay, I pressed down hard on the dildo,
and itslid painfully inside of me, and I actually yelped
in pain. After beingher slave for awhile, I had become very
used to being "fucked" by myMistress this way,
but this was different. When I was alone, I could lubeit
up and take as much time as I wanted to get it in. Now, my Mistress
wasforcing me to take it with almost no lubrication and
having me insert itquicker than I ever had before. I was
even a little bit scared at the toneof her voice and I began
trembling as I knelt there on the floor. "Tell mewhen
it is in ALL the way, " she said. Working as quickly
as I could, I worked the dildo in and out until, finally,
the entire length was pressing painfully deep inside of
me, andthe base was nestled between my quivering white
cheeks. At last I toldher, "It is in, Mistress."
I allowed just a little bit of pride into myvoice, pleased
that I had obeyed her so well. "Completely unacceptable,
slut, " she said, snapping me back to reality. "That
took you entirely too long and now you will have to be punished.
Puton the nipple clamps..."


I took my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and
pulled itout then placed the clamp on it. As the full force
of the clamp bit downon my sensitive nipple, I moaned involuntarily
in pain. "Ooh, pet! Itsounds like you enjoy having
your nipples hurt, " I heard my Mistress sayover
the telephone. Clenching my teeth in anticipation, I repeated
theprocess on my right nipple and soon had a clamp on it as
well. "Justpretend that those are my fingernails
pinching you, pet, " Mistress R.suggested. "Yes,
Mistress, " I managed to grunt in reply. In truth,
the clampswere almost unbearable on my tender nipples.
These clamps were notadjustable. Instead, they had springs
in them so that whenever they wereattached, they were always
pressing with full force. "You do like it when I pinch
your nipples like that, don't you?" sheasked.
"Tell me how much you like it, my pet, and beg me to hurt
you somemore." "Oh Mistress, " I moaned.
"Thank you so much for pleasing my nipples. It feels
so good. I wish it really was you. Please Mistress, would
youplease hurt me some more? I've been bad and I need
to be punished." "Yes you have, pet. You're
still on the floor, aren't you?" "Yes,
Mistress." I was currently kneeling on the floor,
completelynaked, with a pair of nipple clamps tightly
clinging to my chest, and a 7"penis shaped dildo shoved
all the way inside me. I held the telephone withone hand
while the other held the dildo in place. "Very good,
pet. Take some clothespins and put them on my balls."
Shepaused briefly while I did as she said. "Now, take
the peppermint oil Itold you to buy, put some on the tip of
your finger and rub it all over thehead of my penis."
I did this, too. "Oh, don't forget to dab a little
onmy nipples, too. We wouldn't want to neglect them,
would we?" "No, Mistress." The oil felt
cold as I put it on, and for about half aminute or so, not much
happened. Then, almost imperceptibly, I began tofeel
a growing warmth building. I felt it first on her penis,
and afterthat on her already abused nipples, which were
really beginning to hurtnow. "Well, slut?"
she asked. "How do you like that?" "It
feels good, Mistress, " I lied. "Thank you
for being so good tome." "You are welcome, pet."
Tears were starting to stream down my face asthe oil kept
getting hotter and hotter on me. The clamps felt like theywere
about to pinch me to death and combined with the oil, I was
soonpanting and moaning in pain. "Oooh yes, "
my Mistress moaned. "Let me hear you enjoy yourself, slave.
God, you are turning me on." Over the phone, her voice
wasstarting to sound a little strained, as well, and I could
hear herbreathing heavily. "Oh, Mistress. It hurts
so good, but I don't know how much more I cantake it."
"As long as I say! Or did you forget who is in charge
here?" "No, Mistress. I didn't forget."
"Good, my little slut. Now, let's see. What do
you want to do next toplease me? I know! Lay on your back and
pull your legs up over your headso that my lovely little
penis is hanging over your face. Keep the phonewhere you
can hear me. Don't let the dildo come out or your clamps
orclothespins come off. NOW, SLAVE!" She could really
make me move. Before I knew it, I was just as shewanted me.
"And be very careful not to touch my penis at all, "
she added. "Are you ready now?" I replied that
I was. "Good. If you keep pleasingme, I may decide
to keep using you for my amusement once in awhile. Youmay
begin fucking my ass now. I want it hard and deep and fast.
You gotthat, slave?" "Yes, Mistress."
I immediately reached up between my legs and startedpulling
the dildo out. It was really hard to keep my balance. I couldn'tbelieve
what was happening to me and how willingly I submitted to
her everywhim. In the last hour, she had totally controlled
me in every way, untilI know found myself in this bizarre
position. I slid the dildo almost allthe way out and then
began putting it back in. As ordered, I beganthrusting
it in and out. Over the phone, I could hear my Mistress moaningand
grunting. "Start talking, pet. Tell me what you are
doing. Tell me how you feeland how much you enjoy it. Use
your mouth right now to make me cum." Ibegan to talk
to her. I don't remember what I said, but as she fucked
meand I listened to her getting off on the other end, all
of the pain anddiscomfort I was feeling went away. It was
replaced with an almost animallust that was turning me
into the slut she wanted. She sounded soincredibly sexy.
It seemed like the faster my hand worked the dildo, thelouder
she got on the phone, and soon she lost all control. "Oh
god, " she screamed. "I'm cumming! Oooooh
yesss ... yesss ... ohgod it feels so good ... open your mouth
... I'm gonna give you my cum ...oh ... goddammit ...
I'm gonna cum in your mouth ... oh shit ... don'tspill
any ... dammit ... cum RIGHT NOW!" I couldn't
believe it. Withoutever being touched at all, her cock,
only inches about my face, began toshoot right into my open
mouth. My Mistress was able to make me cum oncommand, just
by ordering it. I could feel it splashing against my tongue.
"Eat my cum, bitch, " she moaned as stream after
stream of the hot stickyfluid filled my mouth. Some missed
and landed on my face. Finally, one last glob squirted out,
landing in my eye. "Swallow allof my cum, slut, "
she said. On her orders, I used my fingers to scoop upevery
drop of the sticky cum and then licked it off of my fingers.
"How doyou like my cum, pet?" "To be honest, "
I replied, "not very much, Mistress." "Too
bad, slut. You'll learn to appreciate it as much as
the rest ofme. From now on, you'll eat every single
drop of delicious cum that comesout of my penis. Understand?"
There was a definite hint of malice in hervoice, challenging
me to disobey. Of course, I didn't. "I understand,
Mistress, " I answered resignedly. "Good!, "
she laughed. "You are such a sweet slut. I might even
callyou again, IF you are lucky! Now go write my daily report!"
The phone went dead in my ear...


Things continued pretty much the same way for the next few
months, although Mistress never left me alone for long.
She always seemed to havesome new instructions to test
my obedience or to humiliate me in publicsome manner. She
seemed to delight in calling me at any hour of the day ornight
and putting me through my paces at a moments notice. More
often thannot, she would be bring me to the edge of an incredible
climax, only toorder me not to cum at the last minute, or,
when she did allow me to cum, Iwas forced to lick up every
drop, something I was quickly becomingaccustomed to.
I should point out that although I always ended up doing
everything shetold me to do, they were often things that
I did not enjoyed and Idefinitely would never have done
them on my own. I seemed to have somepowerful need to be forced
to do things I found unpleasant. I was alsoaware of my very
submissive nature which made me want to please and servemy
Mistress in any way that I was able to. Of course, I still
had desiresand fantasies of my own involving her, but they
were gradually becoming ofsecondary importance to me.
At any rate, I was awakened one morning by my Mistress on
thetelephone. It was 4:00 am. "Yes, Mistress, "
I said as soon as I knew itwas her, assuming a kneeling position
on the floor. "Call in sick to work, " was all
she said before she hung up. I didn'teven remotely
have a clue as to what she had in mind, but I did as I wastold.
There was some difficulty dealing with the manager on duty,
who wasunwilling to take responsibility for my call since
that would mean creatinga shortage on another manager's
shift, but finally, I was able to get theday off. As expected,
the phone rang a few minutes later. "I'm going
to let youmeet me today, " she announced. "But
before that happens, you will have tokeep a couple of appointments
I have made for you. Write this down, slut." She gave
me the address of a beauty parlor. "You will show up
at 8:00 amand keep the appointment as Roberta. They will
know what to do with you, "she chuckled. She then
gave me the address of a manicurist. "Yourappointment
there is at 9:30 am. Check in as Roberta there, too."
I tooknotes as she spoke. "Make sure you bring plenty
of money to pay for all ofthis. If you want to meet me today,
you had better keep both of theseappointments, slut. Before
you go out, insert the small butt plug in myass. You will
wear it the entire time you are out. Wear the red panties, too.
Of course, the anklet and key will be around your ankle,
like always. Bring the lock with you." She then told
me where to meet her. "If youcan't do everything
I've just said, don't bother showing up. If you
don'tshow up, you'll never hear from me again.
I'll see you then, slut." Shehung up. As I hung
up the phone, my heart was pounding in my chest. Would I beable
to go through with all of that, I asked myself. I couldn't
imaginenot having my Mistress to talk to after the last
six months, and I decidedto keep the first appointment
and see what happened. I couldn't sleep therest of
the morning, and soon it was time to get ready to leave. Iinserted
the butt plug, slipped on the red panties, and got dressed.
Sinceshe hadn't told me what to wear, I picked out some
clothes myself; a pairof slacks and a casual shirt. The
anklet and key were already around myankle, and I grabbed
the lock to give to Mistress. It had been almost six months
since Mistress had ordered me to stopgetting haircuts,
and my hair by now was almost touching my shoulders. AsI
drove to the beauty salon, I was literally shaking in fear.
At the sametime, though, her penis was hard as a rock. The
address turned out to be ahouse in a residential area. My
stomach was in knots and I was torn upwith all kinds of conflicting
emotions and feelings. Even as I parked thecar, I didn't
know if I would be able to go through with it, but somehow,
Iforced myself out of the car. A sign in the front yard indicated
that thebeauty salon was in the back. I found the salon in
what appeared to be an annex of the main house. Itried the
door and it opened. Steeling myself one last time, I entered.
Inside, I found two women, busy cleaning and setting things
up. I wasrelieved to see that I appeared to be the only customer,
since it wasapparently earlier than their normal business
hours. One of them turned togreet me. "Good morning.
How can I help you?" "I am here for an 8:00 appointment
for Roberta, " I stuttered "Oh yes, "
she said. "Please sit here and I'll be right with
you." Time seemed to crawl by as I sat there waiting,
and I felt as if I woulddie any moment from embarrassment.
Finally, the woman returned. As sheled me to a sink and washed
my hair, she explained that she had alreadybeen told how
I wanted my hair. "You'll be out of here in no time."
Shequickly went to work, and I was happy to find out that
I was only given astyle cut, which was a relief. It was a distinctly
feminine cut, but Iknew that I could deal with it at work
with my trusty baseball cap. Whenshe was done, I paid her
$45 and left. As I got in the car, I decided tocontinue on
to the next appointment, since the first had gone by so well.
I guess I had been expecting to be humiliated or worse, but
the women therehad been completely professional at all
times. Aside from simply beingthere, it hadn't been
that bad. Things were about the same at the manicurist,
although I was not theonly customer there, which was slightly
embarrassing when I identifiedmyself as "Roberta".
However, this appointment went almost as well as thefirst.
Just the fact that it was a manicure was somewhat more embarrassingto
me than a hair cut, but I did manage to almost enjoy the first
manicureof my life. I liked the touch of the woman's
hands on mine as she expertlyworked on my longer than normal
nails. (My Mistress had ordered me to letthem grow as well.)
Near the end of the manicure, the girl stopped andasked
me, "Roberta, you did say you wanted the red polish,
didn't you?" I almost died on the spot, but I managed
to nod my head. I watched inhorror as she skillfully painted
each and every one of my newly shapednails a terribly bright
shiny red. "Be careful until those dry, " sheadmonished
as I rushed to pay the bill and get out of there. Back in my
car, I took a few moments to try and regain my composure.
After all, it was over now and it hadn't really been
that bad. I checkedout the nails, making sure that they
were ok. I sure didn't want themmessed up now. Involuntarily,
my ass wiggled in the seat, and I felt thepanties against
my skin and the plug filling Mistress's ass. All in
all, Iwas pleased once again that I was able to obey. I started
the car and headed towards my final appointment, my meetingwith
Mistress R...


Mistress had selected a Denny's restaurant for our
meeting. She hadtold me to meet her there at noon, but I showed
up at 11:45 am. I did notwant to take any chance of being late
and displeasing her, or worse. Timeseemed to slow to a crawl
as I sat there in the waiting area near the frontcounter,
keeping my hands buried in my lap to hide my newly painted
rednails. More than once, a waitress stopped by and asked
me if I neededanything. I told them no, I was waiting for
a friend. I'm sure I musthave looked awfully nervous,
scared even, and the workers seemed to keepglancing at
me. It was almost as if the knew. Patiently, I sat there,
waiting for my Mistress to show up. I kept aclose eye on the
walkway outside leading up to the restaurant. I had avery
good description of her, and I knew what she would be wearing,
so Iknew I would have no problem spotting her. At around
12:15 pm, I began to wonder if perhaps I was at the wrongDenny's.
I tried to think back to when she told me to meet her, and now,
Iwasn't so sure that this was the one she met. Finally,
around 12:30 pm, Igot up and asked the man at the counter
if there were any other Denny'snearby. He said that
there was. Now I was almost paralyzed with fear. If I showed
up at the wrongDenny's, I would almost certainly never
be allowed to hear from my Mistressagain, and that really
scared me. To say I was a little indecisive at thatmoment
would definitely be an understatement. I decided to wait
a littlewhile longer before admitting that I made a mistake.
At 12:55 pm, after I had been fidgeting there for 1 hour and
10 minutesalready, I saw her. She was walking up the walkway
towards me, and Iinstantly knew it was her. I got up and held
the door open for her. Shestrolled past me and went directly
to the counter, and I followed herinside. Soon, we were
seated at table, facing each other. "You waited for
me", she said. "Good. You passed your first
test." Although she was not beautiful, she had a lovely
smile, and the power andconfidence that she radiated strongly
attracted me to her. I felt myselfbecoming even more submissive
just by being near her. "Of course, I keptyou waiting
on purpose." We were seated at a table in the corner,
and at the table next to us, acouple sat about five feet away.
I squirmed as my Mistress talked, hopingour neighbors
couldn't hear what she was saying. Although I desperatelywanted
to take in every detail of Mistress R., my eyes just naturallyseemed
to focus on the table between us. I couldn't bring myself
to lookup into her eyes. I kept my hands under the table,
where I played withthem nervously. A waitress appeared
and interrupted us, and without asking me what Iwanted,
Mistress ordered for both of us. She ordered an iced tea
forherself and a piece of pie for me. While she was doing
this, I took thechance to glance under the table to admire
her feet, ankles, and legs. Shewas wearing a pair of low
heeled shoes that showed up almost all of herfeet. The waitress
left and she caught me looking at her feet. "Look at
me, " she said. I jumped, then slowly brought my gaze
up untilI was looking directly looking at her. I couldn't
make eye contact withher for more than a few seconds, and
my eyes kept looking elsewhere. "Whydon't you
put your hands on the table?", she said softly. I did
as she said, my hands now resting out in the open. I thought
Icaught one of our neighbors glancing at my nails. I was
so embarrassed, and I desperately wanted to yank my hands
back down into my lap, but Icouldn't. I glanced up at
Mistress, and she was smiling. She seemedpleased. "So, "
she continued, "you like Star Trek, do you?"
"Yes." I couldn't believe how small my
voice sounded. How did shemake me sound like that? I realized
that it was the very first time I hadspoken since I had met
her. "Do you remember that episode of the Next Generation",
she asked. "Theone on the planet that was ruled by
women?" "Yes, " I replied. Why did her
voice sound so loud? I glanced over atthe other couple,
and I could almost swear that they were listening. At that
moment, we were interrupted by the return of our waitress
withour order. She set our food down, and I saw her do a double-take
at myhands, which were still out on display. If I didn't
happen to be soembarrassed at the moment, it would almost
have been funny. I looked down, staring at the pie Mistress
had ordered me. Suddenly, Iwas so humiliated, I just wanted
get out of there. Even as that thoughtoccurred to me, I knew
that I would never leave. I was hooked. All ofthis, including
the humiliation, I realized, was something that I needed.
Even more than that, I needed the chance to serve and please
a woman likeMistress R., who easily took control of me the
way I seemed to need. I thought about eating my pie, but almost
instinctively, I knew that Ishould wait. Mistress R.'s
voice brought me back to the topic at hand. "Did you
like that episode?" "Yes". "I thought
it was very good, too. I liked the thought of a planetwhere
the women are stronger than the men." Now, there was
no denying it. The couple next door WAS glancing over at
us, and I just knew that theywere hearing everything. "Of
course, that is exactly the way it should be. Don't
you agree?" "Yes." She smiled again,
then an uncomfortable silence fell between us. Icouldn't
bring myself to look at her, but I could feel her eyes on me, almost
as if she was appraising me. I tried my best to hold still
and tonot look to nervous, but I realized that I was shaking
all over. "You may have a bite now." With a quivering
hand, I picked up my fork, my red nails clearlyvisible now,
and ate a small bite. It occurred to me that I wasn't
theleast bit hungry. Sitting across from me, Mistress
watched me closely. Ifinished the bite and set the fork
back down. Suddenly, she stood up. "We are going now, "
she said. "Leave a tip." With that, she walked
out of the restaurant. I had to run and find ourwaitress,
get the check from her, then pay it at the counter. I gotoutside
and ran to catch up, reaching her just as she got to her car.
Shegot out her keys and gave them to me. "You will drive".
I opened thepassenger door for her and she got in. Soon,
I was sitting in the driver'sseat. "Take me to
your apartment", she ordered...

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THIS IS A SUPER STORY

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Oh. No..... more Mitress ..... please more . Fantastic so far.

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