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 feet—"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 easily—and 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 180—not only has she refused to acknowledge your existence but, she had replaced you with Mistress.
"Kat meet Gomez. Gomez, Kat." Turning towards Kat I explain that you used to be my pet before her and that you had decided to leave the relationship at which point Kat finally acknowledges you with an "asshole!" and your quick reply "bitch!" neither of which sets well with me.
"Both of apologize and play nice." Which a little to my surprise you both comply without forethought. Just this simple act of compliance, no resistance, no hesitation, rekindles the pride I once had in having you. And with that comes the realization that I need to discover if I am willing to risk letting you back in to my dominion again.
Taking Kat's hand, I explained, "Kat, Gomez and I are going to try and work through some unfinished business. I want you to understand that Gomez was my first pet and if he does prove worthy of Mistress he will have a place at my side."
With that she jumped up and said, rather too loudly, "No, absolutely, no! It is him or me Mistress!" Which you smirked inside knowing Kat just made a fatal mistake, no one gives commands or ultimatums to Mistress.
You could see the fire in my eyes as I rose up with a "Pardon me for a moment," and pulled a rather nervous looking bartender behind a screen.
After a few minutes I returned, looking far calmer. You wanted to ask so badly what occurred but you knew far better that Kat how much disrespect I am willing to tolerate. "Okay, get your jacket and come with me," was all I needed to say.
Once inside Mistress's chamber the lost time seemed to vanish. Instinctively, you move to your corner and begin underdressing for inspection. Making certain to neatly fold your clothing, not wanting to incur another spanking akin to the one and only time you had forgotten Mistress deserves the respect of cleanliness.
Upon my return, you intake sharply at the sight of your Mistress, the judo training had made her body firmer and the sight of her in fill Dom mode instantly caused balls to tighten as your cock harden in appreciation. Now dressed in a deep blue corset and matching silk panties, with black garter belt and stockings you enjoyed the juxtaposition of the innocence of the silk against the thigh black leather boots and flail. The addition of a satin and leather mask and black gloves added a new seductiveness to Mistress.
"Now, let's see if you are worthy to be with Mistress again. Come, stand in front of me for inspection."
