Mistress Jamie has been keeping watch over me. She read my story and has responded. This is her message to me.
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"I can't believe the new levels of boring these conferences have reached." You think to yourself as you take a vacant stool at the bar. "What can I get ya?" asks a female voice. "Damn! She is mighty fine," you think as your eyes wander up into icy blue eyes,
"So are you going to stare at my breasts all day or are you going to order?" with a voice as hard as steel.
You blush a bit at being caught, and order beer, all the while hoping she doesn't notice the bulge growing in your jeans. As she turns to retrieve a glass, you notice her reflection locked on yours. "Shit! She saw me staring at her ass! Well, what does she expect wearing those cutoffs! Half her cheeks are visible!"
Dick tease passes through your mind as you spin around in your chair to lean your left elbow on the bar. You become aware of just how crowded the bar is, noticing a table of colleagues flagging you over.
"Can't I even get a...." You nearly drop your drink as you rise to join them. You noticed a blonde-haired woman staring a hole in you, and she looks pissed! "Mistress Jamie" thoughts race through your brain, finally you will get to enjoy the damn conference! "When? Why didn't she tell me she was coming? And suddenly you realize as you stop within a few feetβ"She saw me! She saw the exchange with bartender. But she is hot! Come on now."
Finally you muster up the courage to talk to me. With uncertainty, you walk up to my table. "Hi, how are you?" you ask sheepishly.
"Well, ask me that in an hour because I and that bartender you were looking up and down should be finished fucking." I reply with a wink and a smile.
"WTF? You are with her now? But I thought you were straight?" you manage to choke out.
"I, straight?" I laugh, "as a matter of fact as soon as she has finished her shift I will be straight on top of your pretty face."
"But Jamie I thought you were my Mistress?" you ask with genuine puzzlement. You wonder if I cared so much for my pet how could I just find another so easilyβand a woman at that! "It isn't fair!" you think.
How many times you had suggested we try another woman for adventure. But you never understood that I am a single pet owner. Your thoughts are brought back into sharp focus as you notice the sudden rigidity of my body, you know I am angry, and this time you know the things you did to deserve them...and apparently Mistress Jamie knows only too well.
"Let me understand you. You sit there questioning my sexuality, my choice of pets, after your arrogant-ass behavior towards me?" I have done all I could do not to smack you across the face, because I didn't want to draw a crowd and secondly, you would enjoy being able to passively control me.
Staring you straight in the eyes, I get directly to the point, "Are you asking to return to me?" My level tone providing no clue on what my reaction will be to what you have wanted to say for the past year, but you could never deny Mistress when she asked you directly.
You shakily reply, "Yes, I was wrong and want the opportunity to make up for my mistakes. I want you to forgive me and take me back." Just brief seconds, the silence seemed to go on for hours.
But my reply was stopped by the sudden appearance of the bartender, who, much to your jealous anger, slides in to a place that used to be yours, right next to Mistress and gently kissed me on the cheek asking if I was ready to go.
"How could I ever think this bitch was attractive?" you grumble under breath--but in reality, you and I know why your libido took a 180βnot only has she refused to acknowledge your existence but, she had replaced you with Mistress.