[This is 'based on a true story'. Almost everything I have written hereis true EXCEPT that I only met Mistress R. once for about two hours. Wemet at the Denny's, then she stopped by my apartment for 30 minutes. Asidefrom getting caught staring at her feet and just generally feelingsubmissive around her, nothing else happened. Soon after that, she saidthat her husband was getting too jealous of her online fun, so she saidgoodnye. As I wrote this down, I just felt like embellishing it a bit, soI did. --- sluppy]
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...
[That is all I have written so far. I hope someone enjoyed it --- sluppy]
-- ÿ