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 MF, bd, sm, ws

   This story is the third part in a three part series portraying in part
the journey of one young Lady into the world of BDSM.  The first part of
this story is titled Where Are You?  The second part of this story is
titled There You Are.  If you have not yet read them, I highly recommend
you do so, so that you will be better able to follow the story.

   I hope you enjoy the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
blade19545@yahoo.com with comments.  Again, I look forward to hearing from
you.

   The names, places, and events in this story are fictional.  Any
resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental.  This story is
a work of fiction, and the author does not condone any practices described
in this story.  Fantasy is fantasy, and reality is reality, please know the
difference.

   NOW WHERE ARE YOU by Blade c August 2015

   I heard the alarm go off for the second time.  I had been in a very deep
sleep and was awoken almost in a trance like state.  Realizing that I was
on the floor at the foot of my own bed I tossed off the blanket and crawled
to the clock.  Rising to turn it off and viewing my bed as well I became
very startled.  The bed was made and Sir was not there.  I jumped up and
looked around and there was no Sir to be found.  Looking at the clock I
knew that it was only 6:30 but Sir was gone.  Must be in the front room I
thought?  I rushed as patiently as I could in hopes that Sir was not upset
with me.  Leaving the kitchen and into the front room I saw where Sir was
not seated at the recliner, nor was he standing at the sliding glass door.
Max was gone as well so I assumed they had gone for a walk?  My two kids
were jumping at the door hoping to get my attention.

   I turned and walked back to the kitchen.  Then I saw it and it now
struck me.  There was my cell phone lying on the kitchen table.  Slowly I
picked it up and turned it on.  Everything lit up.  I pressed the button
and got a dial tone.  Checked for missed messages and there were eighteen,
mostly all from Kim.  Then I noticed that the phone was not the only thing
that had been on the table.  Centered right in the middle of the table was
a single tab from a beer can.  I leaned over and picked it up.  I grasped
it hard as I did want something from it although I was not sure what.  I
walked around the table and towards the door.  It was not locked and I
could not remember if I had locked it or not?

   Opening the door I looked at my car.  I walked outside and towards it.
My nipples were soon at attention as it was brisk this morning.  Opening my
car door I went in and looked at the ignition and turned the switch.  The
engine came alive and radio played.  Without thinking I turned the heater
on as well.  I sat there and again found my head against the steering
wheel. What is going on here?  I kept asking myself.  I began to shiver. 
Had this all been a dream?  Then I knew it wasn't because the only thing I
was wearing were my socks and I remembered specifically putting them on
yesterday.  I turned the switch back and everything died.

   Returning to the house I slowly walked around, looking cautiously
everywhere.  Again my two kids were yelping at the door.  I walked to the
glass sliding door and slid it open only to be greeted by warm, welcoming
tongues.  I walked further into the backyard.  I could see where we had sat
and shared a great meal last night.  No actually it was more like a feast.
Opening the lid on the grill it was still a bit warm.  Another reminder
that yes Sir was here last night.  With my dogs still at my feet I again
turned around and slowly went into the house.  Once in the front room I
stared for a bit at the empty recliner.  I looked at the mantle and no sign
of either my collar or lead leash.  With anticipation I lifted my hand and
placed it around my neck.  I was getting sick...  even my collar was now
gone.

   I could not imagine waking up to such a nightmare.  The last two days
had been the two most perfect days in my life.  I worked my way back to my
bedroom.  I was ever the more cautious and still anticipating Sir being
here somewhere.  Yes, that is it I told myself.  He was in the bathroom
when I got up.  Then if that is true where is Max?  I now turned on the
bedroom light.  My blanket and pillow were on the floor where I had slept.
The bed was made "normal" and not in the manner as Sir preferred.  I walked
to the mirror and turned aside.  Yes the beautiful markings were still
there.  So this was not a dream but what I had finally experienced: the
sheer pleasure and delight of being of use and service to Sir.

   Then it hit me and I was on my knees.  Sir had left; the fucking ass
stranger was now ruining my life and my happiness.  I began to crawl to the
bathroom.  Tears were welling down my face and I had trouble catching my
breath.  Once in the bathroom I picked up the lid and began to vomit.  It
was like my whole body wanted to revolt and say Fuck you Sir!  for being a
total ass.  I puked until I could puke no more and continued with the dry
hives.  When nothing else would come out and my breathing slowed down, I
grabbed some toilet paper and blew my nose.  Then another wad of toilet
paper and blew and blew until I saw blood.  I stood and looked into the
mirror.  My eyes were bloodshot and all puffy.  I looked like warmed over
mung that had just been through the wringer.

   I could not take this.  I did not deserve this.  What had I done wrong
for Sir?  I tried to be the best that I could be.  Could he not see that?
Yes I did mess up a lot of times.  Does he not know that I am new and must
learn better ways to please and to be pleasing?  I knew that I was all
cried out as well as puked out.  To heck with it!  I thought.  I will just
call in sick for work.  After all I do have some sick leave coming.  Then
no I knew I could not do that.  To do that would be to betray myself.  I am
a survivor and I will survive, I told myself.  Looking back in the mirror I
still looked horrible but not nearly as bad.  I grabbed my toothbrush and
pressed toothpaste across it.

   I started brushing and the brushing became vigorous.  The harder I
brushed the more relief I felt.  I could see myself in the mirror and the
toothpaste now becoming red.  I was tearing at my gums.  I stopped and
rinsed my mouth out and put more toothpaste and brushed even harder as I
bled more and the pain relaxed me more.  What type of fucked up situation
is this?  I thought.

   It seemed to take forever to get ready for work.  My face had cleared up
substantially.  Dressed and ready to go I now exited my home knowing just
how strong I really was.  Getting into the car I saw the tab from the beer
can.  I guess I had dropped it there and not realized it?  I wanted to grab
it and throw it out as far as possible.  I did not need any sights of Sir.
Instead I put it away safely in my purse.

   I backed out and drove into town and towards work.  I sent Kim a brief
text, 'see you in a bit'.  I knew that I had friends that would support me,
but who could I confide in?  How do you share about how wonderful it was to
kneel at Sir's feet?  Or the pleasure of taking off his boots and then
later cleaning them off?  How does one explain the warmth outside even
though it is cold and you are basically naked and Sir changes all of that?
Have you ever heard of a single person saying how great it was to be
spanked and for such long periods of time?  Then being tied up and yet
feeling so free?

   What about how he had used so many different whips on me and how I
learned to anticipate and love every single time the stroke was delivered.
Even if they could possibly understand some of that how would they react to
me wanting to so desperately drink all of Sir's piss?  Not to mention the
humiliation and more of Sir cumming all over my face and then being allowed
to eat it all?  The control I gave Sir and how he used it to satisfy us
both.  No, I could not share any of this with any of them.  I was now
condemned.  I finally had gotten what I had been wanting, needing, and
craving all of my life.  Then with all of that I now truly realized how I
was totally fucked.

   Finding my parking space I got out of my car and walked into the bank.
Yes fifteen minutes early like I always liked it to be.  Sitting at my desk
and turning everything on, Kim walked up to me.

   "So tell me, you were MIA all weekend.  Anything about it you want to
share?" This simple question really threw me off.  What did I need to
share? Well, nothing, my mind soon told me.

   "After work Friday I went to pick up a couple of things at the grocery
store.  Walking around and shopping I decided I needed some me time.  So
once I got back into my car I turned off my phone and did not turn it back
on until I called you this morning."

   "Well what all did you do for this me time?"

   "Basically nothing, I did absolutely nothing.  I had bought a pizza and
a deli sandwich.  Some breakfast burritos and such.  So I went through the
motions of playing with my two mutts and slept and lazed the weekend away."

   "Really sounds pretty good.  Wish I would have done something similar.
Me and Julie and Ann all got together and went to Up Your Alley Saturday
night.  That is why I kept calling you, hoping you would join us.  So the
crowd was good and the band was good and everything was rolling fine.  Then
this one guy kept asking me to dance.  He was a pretty good dancer
actually.

   "Then as the night progressed his attitude started to change.  He
started coming off like he was God's gift to women.  He started telling me
of all the fun we would have at his place and how he just knows how to
satisfy a woman and more.  The more he talked the more he turned me off. 
Initially I would have thought about a good play in the hay.  Then no he
got a bit belligerent and then started telling me what a tease and a whore
I was and basically ruined my night.  Then to make matters worse I woke up
with this massive headache and hangover."

   Teasing back at Kim I told her, "Well the headache and hangover could
have been one in the same?"

   "Yeah brat," she smirked at me.  "I mean what is it with some of these
guys?  They think they can just tell you what to do and you do it?  I mean
no man will ever dictate anything to me.  I will feel good on my terms and
nobody else's.  How rude and inconsiderate so many are today.  Well better
get to my desk it is now 9:02."

   Kim walked away and I thought to myself, yes Kim, you are right then you
are so wrong.  Being a Monday we were basically slammed.  Then I was
enjoying the aches and pains as I moved my body certain ways.  These sore
spots are the only way to go, I thought as I worked my shoulder blades into
the back of my chair.  I did not eat anything for breakfast so at noon I
stopped at the deli and gobbled down a sandwich and an iced tea.  Again the
afternoon was equally busy so no time to think more of the asshole
stranger. We all shut down at five and I walked alone out to my car.  It
felt like a storm might be coming in.  The sky was overcast and the chill
of a breeze blowing.  On the way home my mind began to wonder.  What would
I do when I got home?  There would be no one to serve, no one to please.  I
turned the radio up.  I did not need to listen to such nonsense.

   Going into the house I saw my two kids yelping at the sliding glass
door. My first impulse was to go check their food and water.  Then I
decided better and went to my bedroom.  Quickly stripping down I went to
the mirror; yes even though fading my trophies were still there.  I pinched
my ass a couple of times and enjoyed the sensation.  I put on a pair of
socks and went to tend to my two mutts.  Yes it was very cool outside then
I felt so very free and liberated.  I wanted to scream I was so happy but
knew I wasn't.  I went back inside to face the dilemma of supper.  Actually
I had not thought about it.  Rummaging around I saw my choices limited. 
Then Wednesday was payday and I knew I would make it till then.  I opened
up a box of Mac and cheese and put it to boil and splurged.

   Cleaning up my kitchen, still so very proud to have gotten it this way
Saturday, I drifted back to my bedroom.  The pillow and the blanket were
still at the foot of my bed.  I tossed the pillow up and over.  Folding the
blanket I went to put it in my closet.  Opening the closet door it struck
me like a two by four.  I dropped my blanket and grabbed it.  Sir had left
me a shank of rope, yes the bastard that he was.  I went and hopped in my
bed.  I pulled the piece of rope to my nose.  As I inhaled I knew it was
from Sir.  The smell was one that only Sir could have.  I kissed it Lord
knows only how many times.  Then I laid it beside me and began to think.

   Now what do I do with it?  With my right hand I slid it between my legs.
Using my left hand I grabbed it from behind.  I began sawing it back and
forth, first slowly to become comfortable.  Then as my cunt juices began to
flow I pulled harder and harder against my clit.  My cunt lips were open
and becoming raw from the friction.  I did not care the pain was very
desirable.  I had no clue as to how long this went on.  Then I felt the
build up and then the explosion.  Like a million fireworks going off in my
mind simultaneously.  I pulled the rope tighter and tighter as my ass and
cunt bucked against it.  I worked it until a deep and long lull fell over
me.  Within seconds I was fast asleep.

   Waking several hours later I still had the rope jammed against the crack
of my ass and my cunt lips spread inviting the rope for more painful
pleasure.  Not really sure why I pulled the rope out from between my legs
and got up and walked into the kitchen.  Looking out the window I could see
my car and everything quiet.  Going into the front room my two mutts were
laying entwined in a mass of dog hair.  I walked across the room and opened
the sliding glass door, thus rousing both dogs and they began yapping at my
feet.

   I looked around not knowing what I was expecting to find.  Then I did
feel a bit of peace and serenity at the moment so that was good.  I walked
to the chair where I had been spanked as well as in service to Sir. 
Kneeling before it I presented myself.  Only Sir was not there but at least
I had the memory, I thought.  I allowed my right hand to slide between my
legs and to rub my cunt.  Oh gawd was it sore then it felt so very good at
the same time.  Then an overpowering thought came to my mind as to how
totally worthless my cunt really was.  Here I was kneeling before my now
imaginary Sir and my cunt was of no use.  Then if Sir was actually here
would he really want to use it?  Then if he did opt to acknowledge it in
some way what voice would I have in it?

   I thought as to how he finger fucked me during our spanking sessions. 
Oh how I wished he would have done it longer and much rougher.  Then if he
opted to use me say like maybe have me spread out wide and present it
should I allow him to beat it using one of his whips?  I shuddered at the
thought of my cunt being used in such a manner.  Then at the same time the
excitement of the pain combined with being used and abused in any manner
Sir opted for rushed in.  For Sir to possess and have my worthless cunt,
for Sir to have the control again, and me being only of use and service to
Sir for his pleasures.  My mind was now a bit conflicted.  Then my mind was
also telling me this is what I want, need, and desire.

   Slowly I arose and turned to my house.  Once inside the bedroom I saw
the time on the clock....  2:45.  I knew that 6:30 would be here far too
soon.  I pulled the covers back, grabbed the rope, and dove in.  Now the
realization of just how cold it was outside hit me.  Once curled up in bed,
the rope held like my new security blanket, I felt so very much better
about myself.  Quickly I was asleep once again.

   Then there was the alarm going off again.  I jumped out of bed and into
the shower.  Everything was now back to normal.  The hot water felt like
little needles against my skin.  I scrubbed good, washed my hair, and was
out.  Soon enough my hair was dry, my teeth brushed, and minimal makeup on.
Going to my bedroom I straightened out and made my bed, only this time the
covers were drawn back like Sir would have liked.  I placed the rope on the
pillow as a gentle reminder of Sir.  Looking into the mirror I tried to
admire the markings on my body.  Yes they were quickly fading and the aches
and pains of the bruises were going away as well.  Why could sir not have
beaten me harder thus allowing the markings to last longer and me being
able to endure the pain for longer?  Maybe next time, I thought.

   I continued with my morning routine and got dressed in a pair of casual
slacks and wedged shoes.  Then my mind went to Sir and how I now wanted to
be when alone in my home.  Tomorrow was payday.  I would go and buy me a
few pairs of socks to wear both to work and around the house.  Yes this
would be another reminder of Sir and me being pleasing to him.  I checked
to make sure the dogs were fed and watered.  There was basically nothing to
eat so I ventured to my car and began my short trek to work.  On the way
into town I stopped and picked myself up a breakfast burrito.

   There were three people in line at the checkout counter.  The first
lady, her hair still wet and on her way to work.  Would my Sir allow me to
leave the house in such a condition?  Then being that I would belong to Sir
would I not always wish to present myself and look my best whether I was
with him or not?  The second person was a younger guy probably around my
age, and totally clueless in my opinion.  He seemed to basically be one of
those redneck types, so full of himself and never to be fully appreciated
by a female.  The third was yet another lady (should one call her that);
she still had her house slippers on and most likely her pajamas as well
under her housecoat.  What has happened to our society that people parade
around in public dressed with no self pride?  She would never find a true
and devoted Sir to serve in my opinion.  She did not seem to have any self
respect so how would Sir respect her?

   "Ma'am that will be $2.08," I heard the voice say.  My mind had just
continued to wander.  The checkout clerk was waiting for me to pay him.  I
reached into my purse and quickly handed him a five.  Grabbing my change I
exited the store.  Once back in my car my mind was again racing.  Now I was
judging others and comparing as to how they sized up with a Sir.  What a
profound impact Sir and the weekend shared had had on me.

   I drove into my parking spot grabbed my purse and burrito and went into
the employee side entrance.  Kim was already there and munching on her
breakfast.  "Looks like neither one of us was in the mood to cook," she
said between sips of her coffee.

   "Well actually nothing in my fridge.  Tomorrow is payday and I will get
it stocked up again."

   "I can hear you there." She took a bite of her donut.  "Then I never
seem to have time to cook in the morning so it is usually some pastry or a
donut and a cup of cheap coffee."

   I then made another mental note.  Should Sir still be there I would make
sure he had a good hot and healthy breakfast every morning.  That would be
the least that I could do for Sir.  I decided then that my alarm would be
reset one half hour earlier and I would get in the habit of fixing
breakfast every morning probably healthier and even cheaper then these
burritos and donuts and other junk we ingest everyday.  I turned everything
on at my desk and walked over to get a hot cup of tea.  I sat down and
prepared for my Tuesday.

   Again we were pretty busy and the morning went by swiftly.  At noon I
was not all that hungry but knew I needed to eat something.  Rather than
driving I walked about half a block and sat at the small deli and ordered a
cup of onion soup.  It was not bad.  Then I said to myself, you have plenty
of time so why not start packing your own lunch as well?  I walked back to
work.  The walk felt good.  Then it also allowed my mind to work.  Yes my
thought processes on many things were changing.  Then these were changes
that I knew would make me a better person.

   The afternoon went along at a decent pace.  Getting ready to leave Kim
caught me and we did some idle chit chat until the parking lot was empty.
She did not seem to want to drop the conversation even though it was all
talk about nothing.  Then there seemed to be some desperation of sorts in
her voice.  We said our goodbyes and parted ways.  On the way home I
thought more about Kim.  She seemed so lonely and clueless about what she
wanted.  Then I could relate to that as well.  Now I had a much brighter
and surer vision of what I wanted in my future.  Then would I ever get all
of it?  Yes I realized.  A very tall order, in finding a Sir who would
enjoy me.  Then now I also felt that I had value that I was worth something
to the right Sir.  A glow of pride overcame me as I put my car in park and
got out.

   Once in the house I went to my bedroom.  I put my purse down and
stripped.  Leaving my socks on, I again looked into the mirror to admire
the handy work of Sir.  A mixture of joy and disappointment overtook me.  I
left the room and went to tend to my babies.  They were awaiting me, and I
put feed and water in their bowls.  I went back in the house.  There was no
question as to dinner tonight.  I knew there was one lone box of Mac and
cheese so again I would splurge on supper.  My thought s kept returning to
Kim.  I knew that we needed to get together and just kick back and talk. 
Then how much could we talk about?  Would she even understand if I
explained?

   I finished washing the dishes and cleaning up in the kitchen.  Yes it
was still spotless and everything in order.  Why is it hard to keep things
like this?  I asked myself.  I knew from now on I needed to take more pride
in myself and the pride would come from everything around me as well.  I
grabbed my laptop and booted it.  Sitting cross legged on the couch I
watched it come to life.  There were a few not important emails and the
usual spam.  So I started to Google.  Not sure where to start I stared at
the screen.  Then I found myself typing in collarme.  All kinds of things
in regards to collarme came up.

   Scrolling down I quickly remembered that there no longer was a collarme.
That it had all gone to a new site, collarspace.  So I tried that and up
popped a welcome window.  'Registered member press here.' 'Not a member
press here to join.' Did I want to do this?  Before I could answer that my
finger had pressed join.  Then there on the screen were all the questions.
Of course they wanted my email address for confirmation.  My screen name
and password.  An introduction, at least twenty words it said.  I started
to think.

   I moved the laptop and got up to put some water on to boil.  Grabbing a
cup and putting some tea in it, what did I want?  Leaning against the
counter top my mind was thinking.  Yes I had dreamed about the lifestyle
for years, but the role I was seeking was never clear.  I only knew that I
would find peace in serving, being a domestic.  I had done a lot of
research.  After awhile it was easy to separate the good from the bad, the
more real from the junk.  Then at first I could not do it.  But I knew this
was what I was destined to be.  So I continued and sifted through the BS
and sorted things out.  Then now with my weekend with Sir and the
outstanding experience we shared my thoughts were clearer and more concise.
My direction pointed better and the road was clearly up ahead.  I knew what
I wanted and knew finding the one to share it with would not be easy. 
About that time the tea pot began to whistle.  I turned it off and served
myself.

   Walking back to the couch I set my cup down, allowing it to cool a bit.
I began to type.  "I have been interested in this lifestyle for years.  I
have done my research and do have experience....................." I
continued to type.  Looking at the screen I saw where I had typed over two
hundred words.  Well this doesn't need to be a manuscript does it?  So I
went back and proofread it and scrolled down some more.

   There were blanks to be filled in.  Gender?  Well my thought was male or
female, then now a lot more variety so to speak.  I punched in female. 
Sexuality: straight, poly, gay, bi, and more and more.  Again I thought
straight.  Then I paused.  What if Sir already had someone else?  Would I
fit in, would I share?  What if Sir wanted to share me with another person,
would I do it?  What if it was a man or maybe a lady?  Then would I have
any choice or would I do as Sir says?
Now these simple questions were no longer so simple.  I pressed
straight. Should Sir wish to change that then it would be to his likings
that I would conform myself.  I finally finished all the questions.  I
opted not to put a picture up, not yet anyways.  Once I pressed complete I
got a note with instructions saying congratulations and go to your email
for confirmation.  I did that and yes there was an email awaiting me.  I

got confirmed and was now on the site.

   There already was an email awaiting me.  Opening it I quickly realized
it was the standard welcome to the club type of deal.  Then it had a
direction of sorts on how to proceed: wanting to meet this type of person
or that type of person, how far away, a profile with or without pictures,
and more.  My thought was too long distance would not work, so I opted for
250 miles.  Then what I was seeking?  Hhhmmmm more options again.  I
punched in Dominant, then there was Daddy and I was not too sure about
that, then Sadist.  I really had to think on that a while.  Yes I did learn
to enjoy the pleasurable pain that Sir gave me but thought I would wait as
I wanted more than just the pain, even though it would be very welcomed. 
Master, now that was a good one.  Well yes I could easily see my Sir as my
Master as well so I punched that one also.  A couple more options but I
stuck with those two.

   Then going to the next group it had me punch in, what I was (good
question really), so the list went on kinkster, fetishist, lover, top,
bottom, and more.  Why did they have to complicate all of this?  I thought.
Then actually only two made it complicated.  There was submissive which I
always felt I was the overwhelming desire to be of use and in service
always on my mind.  This last weekend with Sir had brought more out of me.
Not only had my desire to serve and to be of use increased, but as well my
desires to please as well in many new ways.  The pain, the humiliation, and
the degradation, it all felt so good.  Could I ever be pleasing enough to
Sir to be considered a slave?  I could not answer that.  So I simply
pressed submissive.  Finishing the page I pressed continue.  Now I was
"officially" a member of collarspace.  Then the profiles began to appear on
my page.  First four were from to same town.  Interesting, I thought.  Then
with each profile the distance was further away.  Once I got to about 100
miles away I went to scrolling back up.

   Then I noticed an email was waiting for me.  I went to the first profile
and began to read.  No this person is clueless, I thought.  No idea to the
lifestyle like I see it.  Then now I had another email.  Looking at another
profile yes more believable but how real was he?  He lived only twenty
miles away and was about ten years older than me.  I had never really
thought about the age difference but maybe I needed to?  Then thinking Sir
never said how much older he was then me.  Then at the time age did not
matter but in the long run it might.  My tea had grown cold and I was
tiring.  Then now I had eighteen messages in my email box.  This feeling
came over me.  Were any of these people even half as real as Sir was?

   I was tired and a feeling of growing disgusted came over me.  On several
levels I knew I had a busy day ahead tomorrow.  I was quite convinced that
the eighteen messages in my inbox were all from fakes, wannabes, idiots, or
worse.  I now felt myself becoming a bit depressed.  Were there not others
out there like Sir?  I shut the computer down and went to my bedroom.  I
didn't even bother to turn out the light.  I crawled in bed, gathered up my
shank of rope, curled up and went to sleep.

   Way too soon the alarm went off again, then much like yesterday I was in
the shower and taking care of my pre-work preps.  In the shower I
remembered how I had forgotten as to resetting my clock thirty minutes
earlier.  So once I was finished in the bathroom, I went and reset my
alarm. I changed socks (not a bad idea really).  I picked out another pair
of slacks and a blouse.  I opted to wear the same shoes and checking on my
mutts and such I was out the door and on my way to work.  Driving into town
my mind went back to being in the store to buy the burrito.  Why was I
being so judgmental of others when I did not know them?  Then even if I did
I was now basically living a fantasy or a dream or trying to relive the
past.  Yeah right, all two days of it.  Well at least I could say yes two
days, can you say that?

   I really wasn't all that hungry so I kept driving and opted to skip
breakfast.  Going into the bank Kim was at her desk eating a jelly roll and
drinking her coffee.

   "Hey where is your burrito this morning?"

   "I had some toast and yogurt at home before I left." Yes, I know I lied
then soon it would be the truth.

   "Yeah probably what I need to do then I would have dishes as well.  I
don't have time for that.  My life is already hectic enough."

   "Life is what we make it," I replied.  Then I headed off to fix myself a
cup of hot tea.  Then doing a quick comparison between Kim and myself I
could easily see what she was saying.  Then now my kitchen was spotless and
would remain that way.  She finds time to go out 2-3 times a week bar
hoping but can't burn a slice of toast and eat a bowl of yogurt?  It is so
easy to fall into the pitfalls of modern day "living".  I know I was a
victim of that too.  I get paid today and I am going to change all of that.
Make my life better and my body healthier and save some money in the
progress not to mention the peace of mind as well.  It was now nine and
time to get to work.

   At lunch I walked in the opposite direction today.  Soon I realized
winter was approaching so I made a mental note to bring a light jacket
along.  There was a guy on the corner with a small wagon selling hot dogs.
I thought why not?  I purchased a regular hot dog with mustard and a bit of
relish.  I looked for a place to sit and there was none.  So slowly I
walked back to work and nibbled on my hot dog.  This isn't really all that
bad, I thought.  No not the hot dog but rather the bit of peace and the
thinking and mind clearing one can do.  Again another fairly busy afternoon
and time quickly escaped me.  Leaving the building I heard Kim.

   "Hey!  What's your hurry?  Wait up!"

   I stopped and turned to face her as she walked up.  "No real rush
really. Just need to get to the grocery store and stock up, that is all."

   "Well we just got paid.  Why don't we go slam a couple of drinks and
relax?  Cost us maybe ten bucks each and most likely some horny old men
will buy us a couple more."

   I had to admit she was probably right.  Then did I want to spend ten
dollars right now?  More important to get my finances in shape, I thought.
Quite sure there would be plenty of whoever's there fawning over us with
intentions of maybe getting lucky and going home with them.  So yes a
couple more free drinks.  Then the more free drinks the better the chances
of yes you actually going home with them.

   "I'll take a rain check on that.  Really have a lot of things to catch
up on plus some shopping.  If you go be careful and have a drink for me."

   "You're going to grow up and be an old fuddy duddy.  You need to let
loose every once in a while."

   "Maybe this weekend if I have the time," I told her.  Then my thought
was, I did not need to let loose every other night, fuddy duddy or not.

   We waved each other off and I got into my car.  Thought I would go by
Target first and look at their selection of socks.  Once I was there I saw
where it wasn't good nor was it bad.  I ended up buying two pair.  From
there I went to the grocery store and walked in.  I ended up stopping and
going back to the entrance and getting a shopping cart.  Something I had
not done in ages.

   I went through the vegetables and fruit and picked some out.  I got me a
box of fiber rich cereal, then some yogurt, milk, and wheat bread along
with fish and chicken.  Now I was getting scared as my cart was filling up.
I decided to bee-line it to the checkout counter.  Yes a bit of a sticker
shock then it was a start I thought.  Next pay check I shouldn't need as
much plus I needed to start a list and use the magnet on the ice box to
keep it updated.

   I stopped for the mail and picked it up.  There was the usual junk in my
opinion along with a couple of bills thrown in for good measure.  I tossed
the mail on the passenger seat and finished my drive.  It was already dark
when I got home.  Opening the trunk it took three trips to unload it.  Then
my kitchen table was piled with good food to last me a while.  I went to my
bedroom and I stripped except for my socks.  Went and fed and watered my
babies.  Going back inside I began stocking my shelves and filling the
icebox.  When I was finished I stood in the middle of the kitchen with a
definite smile across my face and a feeling of victory.  Yes a bit pricey
today but not the buyout junk food for me anymore.

   I went to the front room to boot my laptop.  Must have been very tired
last night I thought.  I forgot to plug it in and charge it.  Grabbing my
cord I hooked it up and plugged it into the wall.  Just then I remembered
that I had left the mail in my car.  Just bills and junk I thought.  I can
get it tomorrow.  Then the thought of the manila envelope popped into my
head.  Yes curiosity, so I walked out, opened the passenger door, and
grabbed it all.  Once in the kitchen most of the mail made it into the
trash.  Then my electric bill appeared which I set aside, along with some
kind of credit card thing.

   I put them down and looked at the manila envelope.  Actually it was a
full sized "official" envelope.  I picked it up; no stamping, no marking,
and no name.  I flipped it over, another blank page.  This is really
strange, kind of eerie, I thought.  Should I open it or not?  Not like
there was a bomb planted inside, I thought.  I pulled the two tabs back and
opened the flap.  Reaching in I pulled out all the paperwork.  Looking at
the first sheet of paper I already knew what this all was.  On the first
sheet of paper was a sticky with a simple "ENJOY" in bold letters.

   That sorry bastard!  Who the fuck does he think he is?  Maybe Kim was
right, I need to loosen up and have those old drunks buy my liquor and fawn
over me and maybe get lucky every once in a while?  I took the sticky off
the first picture.  There I was (or I assumed anyhow) my bright red ass on
display.  Then there was another picture of me in rope.  Another taken from
a different angle.  My back was red from Sir's whips.  I went on and on.

   Soon I found myself sorting them.  All the spanking pictures here.  Then
the rope ones here.  The whips...  all of these pictures the bastard had
taken of me and mailed to me.  Then the son of a bitch could have posted
them on the internet for the whole world to see.  Luckily none of them had
my face on them, I thought.  Before I knew it my entire table was covered
with full page pictures.  Counting them the total was twenty seven.  Yes,
enjoy them...  you sick bastard!  What type of fucker gets off on this
stuff?  Soon I found myself in bed and flipping through them and reliving
some recent memories.  Just a few minutes ago I had asked what kind of sick
bastard gets off on pictures like this and here I was and could not get
enough of them.

   The alarm rang.  Rolling over to turn it off I saw where it was six.  I
had to think for a second and remembered.  Feeling a bit sluggish I got up
and into the shower.  My mind was still a bit foggy but I was piecing
yesterday together and then the ugly realization of the manila envelope
returned.  I did what I could in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.
There it was the envelope and the full sized pictures.  I looked at the
first one and decided that was enough.  I went and hid them between my
mattresses.

   I went into the kitchen and opened the ice box door.  Grabbed the jug of
milk, went to the pantry and grabbed the cereal.  Fixing some hot water I
was on my way to a healthy breakfast.  My tea was great and the bowl of
cereal hit the spot.  Then I remembered I never took time to eat last
night. I quickly dressed and left for work.  On my way into town I waved at
the convenience store.  Yes I will stop for gas but no more junk food. 
Before leaving I had made a cucumber and avocado sandwich with a slice of
ham on wheat bread.  I also packed a couple of bottles of water.  Arriving
at work I really felt good about myself.  Walking in the side door Kim was
as usual at her desk with her coffee and this time a caramel doughnut.

   "So now you are packing your lunch I see," came from Kim's mouth along
with a big grin.

   "Yes", I told her." I'm trying to eat better and save some money."

   "Good luck on that," she smirked back.  "Bet you spent a fortune at the
grocery store."

   "Not as bad as you may think.  Then it is healthier then the sugar
filled donut you are eating."

   "You trying to say I'm fat?" she laughed.

   "Of course not!  How did your ten dollar "date" go last night?"

   "Actually it was a four dollar date.  Old man Rodgers was there and must
have pumped six or seven margaritas in me."

   "So did he get lucky?"

   "I don't think so, I woke up in my bed and he was nowhere around.  Then
I am a bit hung over."

   "Best fix myself a cup of tea, it is already nine.  Talk to you later."
I put my food in the company ice box, fixed my tea and went to work.

   This had been a busy week for sure which is always good.  Then this week
doubly good as it helped take my mind off of Sir.  Lunch came and I made my
way off to the nearby park.  A bit of chill in the air but it did feel
good. I walked around a bit after eating.  I was full but not stuffed. 
That was a good thing, I thought.  Then my mind went to thinking as to what
I was going to fix for supper?  Then it was not the usual what is there to
fix because I had a few options, which I found reassuring.  Then my thought
was Kim must find it reassuring as to whether a long john or a caramel
donut, or a jelly roll and such.

   I was proud of the direction I was now taking myself in.  Looking at my
watch I thought, time to get back to work.  I walked past a park bench and
an elderly couple sitting there.  We exchanged smiles.  They seemed so
content with each other.  Would I ever find a partner to share like that
wit?, I asked myself.  I got in my car and drove back to work.  Had a note
on my desk where my boss wanted to see me at three.  I put a sticky on my
computer screen so as not to forget.  At 2:58 I got up and went to my
boss's office and knocked at his door.  I heard a come in and opened the
door.  He motioned me to sit down as he was talking on the phone.

   Getting off the phone he looked at me and began.  "Well good to see
where you were prompt in arriving.  Then I have been watching you all week
and your mood does seem rather cheery.  I appreciate that in an employee.
The reason I called you in is that in a couple of months Mrs.  Clark will
be leaving and her supervisor position will be opening up.  The bank wants
to promote a present employee to fill that position and I want to recommend
you.  I know I will be losing a valued employee but at the same time I
consider you an asset to the bank." He sat back at me and grinned and
finished, "Your thoughts please?"

   I had to admit that I was a bit bombarded with what I had just heard. 
Immediately I thought PAY RAISE, those never seem to hurt.  Then there was
going to be a lot more responsibility as I would have a dozen or so girls
under me.  Then Kim has been here a lot longer than me so why not then?

   Looking at my boss, then looking back at my hands on my lap I looked up
at him again.  "Wow is about all I can say," I told my boss.  "This
definitely caught me off guard.  I am not sure if I am qualified to fill
Mrs.  Clark's shoes."

   "If I did not feel you were qualified I would not be recommending you."
"Well Thank You I appreciate your vote of confidence.  Then there are
others who have been here at the bank longer, like say Kim."

   "Well this is about quality and ability and I feel you have both.  For
now we are going to try and keep all of this hush hush, but we would like
to hopefully welcome you aboard our management team."

   "Again this is a bit of a shocker to me.  Can I please have until Monday
to think this over?"

   "Yes very reasonable.  Then I would not expect you to jump into
something unsure.  Go back to your desk and we will talk again Monday."

   I got up and excused myself and left back to my desk.

   I could feel someone standing behind me.  Then the second I got up from
my chair I dreaded this moment.  I know Kim well enough.  Some people like
gossip.  Kim seems to thrive on it.  I turned and looked up at her.

   Before I could say anything she spoke, "So what did the boss man have to
tell you?" Her eyes were a bit lit up and I could tell she wanted to hear
something juicy.

   I had been thinking what I was going to tell her because I knew she
would ask.  I kind of made a small face and started talking.  "Well the
bank is looking at taking a new direction again." (Well that was a half
truth).  "So he wanted to know if I might be interested in taking up an
afterhour's project of sorts and so forth.  Guess like the last one he had
me do.  So I told him to give me a couple of days to think about it."

   "Well better you get the offer then me.  I value my afterhours far too
much." I thought to myself, yes going to the bar and having old geezers
pawing all over you.

   My phone rang and I told Kim, "Excuse me." I turned and picked it up. 
It was my boss.

   "You can tell Kim to go back to her desk now." I turned and she had
already left.  I went back to work and five o'clock got here soon enough.
Leaving the building I noticed where I was the last one out.  I went to my
car and went straight home.

   My kids were at the glass door awaiting me.  I waved to them and went to
my room to strip.  As was now the norm I left my socks on and went out to
visit with them and check their feed and water bowl.  After about ten
minutes of "wrestling" I went back inside.  I took out a chicken breast and
put it to broil.  Took all of the makings out and made me a rather large
salad.  Went and booted my computer and it lit up.  It was charged this
time.  Checking my emails I had about a half a dozen ones, the latest five
minutes ago from Kim.  That girl gets no rest from the gossip does she?  I
opened it up and yes that was what she was seeking.

   'Think there is more to what you told me then you did.  I decided to
stop here at Ray's on the way home.  You need to lighten up a bit you
know.'

   Maybe I did but so many things were feeling more positive in my life.  I
checked the chicken breast and turned it over.  Another 5-6 minutes, I
thought.  I grabbed a bowl and started to load it with fresh salad.  I went
and got my laptop and put it on the kitchen table.  Looking at the chicken
breast I took it out and put it on a plate.  Sitting to eat I began surfing
the internet.

   Then my thoughts went back to collarspace.  So I clicked on the site,
used my password, and was onboard.  Looking at my inbox I had nearly 100
emails.  Geesh aren't I the popular gal?  I thought.  So methodically one
by one I began going through them.  I would zap one into delete world and
take another bite.  Soon I found myself getting stuffed.  I had eaten maybe
a bit more than half my chicken.  Then my thought was why not chop it up
and mix it with some salad and have that for lunch tomorrow?  I got a
plastic bowl and lid and set it out.

   My thoughts returned to collarspace.  Why was I wasting so much time
sharing with these idiots, I thought.  So I opened another email.  Oh it
was not entertaining!  'Bitch I hope that you are on your knees as you read
this email.  I am a Master with six years experience in the lifestyle.  I'm
always looking for a new slave to add to my barn.  When you respond add a
photo or no reply.' Looking at his profile I saw where he was now nineteen.
Geesh they must start them young?  My thought is he might be a MASTURbater?


   Well a good chuckle at least.  Into the delete file that one went as
well.  I finally made it through all of the emails.  Actually did respond
to 4-5 possibilities.  Anyhow it was now 10:30 and a bit past my bedtime.
Laying down drawing the covers and cuddling the rope Sir so kindly left me,
my thoughts went to my talk with my boss earlier today.  Yes the pay raise
would be great.  Thinking a while I thought I had the confidence to lead a
team of 10-12 office workers.  Now the conflict was playing in.  I
definitely knew I was a submissive.  Then after my experience with Sir I
felt I could be a slave as well under the right Master.  So how could a
slave be authoritative and lead?  That was my last confusing thought as I
fell asleep.

   I was almost awake when the alarm went off.  I was having weird dreams
and one had just woken me.  There I was kneeling and presenting myself
before Sir and all my coworkers were laughing at me.  Not a good dream to
wake up to, I thought.  I jumped into the shower and went through the
process of getting ready for work.  Yeah, I thought to myself.  Today is
Friday, the week is now over.  I heated up some hot water and made some
tea. A small bowl of yogurt and a banana was my breakfast.  Not really full
but it hit the spot.

   I started to wonder if I might now start losing some weight.  Then the
thought occurred to me maybe a bit of exercise to go along with it.  Ah
another project for the weekend too, start exercising and find a good daily
pattern.  Plus a daily walk in the park would help as well.  I was out the
door and on my way to work.  Saw where my needle was under quarter tank.  I
drove up to the pump and swiped my debit card.  I filled up and looked back
and said no more junk food for me.

   Walking in, I did not see Kim.  She usually beat me to work I will
admit. Well maybe she's running a bit late?  I put my lunch up and started
my day.  Already I could see where it was going to be a busy Friday.  Then
I was prepared for it so bring it on I thought.  For my lunch break I made
it back to the same park and ate my chicken salad and drank a bottle of
water.  Then I was a bit disappointed as the older couple was not at the
park bench.  They had seemed so genuinely happy.  I still had twenty five
minutes so I decided to walk one of the paths.  Then my thought went back
to Kim.  She had never showed up for work.  I grabbed my cell phone and
texted her.

   'Hey a bit worried you were a no show this morning.  I hope that
everything is OK with you?'

   In about two minutes I had a reply.' Well the gang from the investment
company was there.  They invited me to their table and bought all I could
drink.  Got beyond sloshed and not sure how I managed to make it home. 
Beyond hung over right now.  Guess this is going to be my three day
weekend? .......  HA HA.'

   I just shook my head.  I would reply later.  That girl really needs to
straighten up, I thought.  Had to be back to work in twelve minutes so I
walked to my car and drove back.  We were beyond slammed during the
afternoon, and five o'clock got here way too quick.

   Getting into my car I decided to do something a bit different.  I went
to the Dollar Store and bought some plastic bowls.  Although I had not used
it in years I did have a crock pot at home.  So a double win there, I
thought.  I could make myself a nice meal and it would be ready when I got
home.  Then I could also make a nice stew or soup and freeze it and bring
it to work during the week.  Then my mind went back to a few more veggies
and maybe some more meat.

   I knew that I would not need a lot of stuff so I just grabbed a hand
basket and went inside.  I ended up getting a bit more fruit and vegetables
then I had thought.  Then I had someone to blame.  Once in the produce
section I saw a couple together.  They were an average looking couple
maybe? Then the way they moved and interacted caught my eye.  He was just
dressed in jeans and work boots and a work shirt.  Much like my Sir, I
thought.

   You could tell she had some type of executive job.  She wore an
expensive slick cut blue business suit.  Her hair was perfect like she had
it done a couple of times a week.  Her nails were immaculate.  She wore
blue silk stockings and three inch heels on real leather soles.  Then
around her neck was a thin bright silver chain.  Yes she had earrings on
but they did not match the chain.  It was a pretty chain but not an
ordinary one in my opinion.

   The man went on sampling the fruit and vegetables.  He would pick
something out and hand it to her and she would put it in the basket.  He
would turn to a different side of the section and she would follow him
always a half step behind him and always on his left side.  This couple
must have some type of protocol I thought?  I made eye contact with him
twice and smiled at him.  What else was I supposed to do?  I went and
picked up a small roast and some chicken.  At the checkout line who rolled
their cart behind me?

   "Ready for the weekend?" the male directed at me.

   I was a bit more shocked then anything.  Then I glanced at the executive
Lady who was smiling at me.

   "Ready as I will ever be.  Hope I got all I need in groceries.  I do not
want to come to town this weekend."

   "I know the feeling; I do not like coming to town at all.  Then I
promised my wife we would do a couple of things together.  Like grab a bite
to eat and maybe see a movie."

   She still had said nothing but the she retained her pleasant smile.

   "Where about do you live?"

   "About a quarter mile on East Wrangler road."

   "Not a bad place.  We have the Squaw Ranch a few miles further down."

   Gawd I thought to myself.  This must be the Taylor's.  He was known as a
genuinely nice guy and she as a bitch from hell.  Then she was not really a
bitch.  She was hard driven and a doer and took no prisoners.  She was very
much respected by her peers.

   He looked at her and without a word being said she opened up her high
dollar purse and then she handed me a business card.  'Squaw Ranch, the
Rural Address, two phone numbers and at the bottom Sue and Jacob Taylor
owners.' Looking up from the card he continued.

   "We will be having a private cookout tomorrow.  Come by and be our guest
around three." What was I suppose to say?  I knew nothing about these
people other than their reputation.  "You have our number there call us if
you can make it that way.  We will have a T-Bone ready for the grill."

   "Ma'am will that be cash or credit card?"

   I had not even noticed the checker had emptied my basket.  Opening my
purse I fumbled my debit card out and dropped it.  This is so embarrassing,
I thought to myself.  I swiped my card, punched in my PIN and started to
pick up my bags.  I looked back at both of them.

   "It was a pleasure meeting both of you.  I will think on it.  Thank You
so much for the invite.  I will get back with you."

   I grabbed my bags and quickly exited the door.  This was beyond strange,
I thought as I put my groceries in the trunk.  I got in my car and drove
off.  Now what do I do?  On the way home I knew I had plenty to think about
and now even more.  Where was I going to start?  The further along I went
the more complicated things seemed to be.  Once home I unloaded my
groceries.  I went to my bedroom and stripped.  Checked and fed and watered
my kids.  Ate a light supper and found myself staring out into space. 
Snapping out of it I went to the front room and booted my computer up.

   About this time my phone went to chirping.  I knew I was getting a text
message.  I went and found my purse and dug out my phone.  Oh geesh another
one from Kim.  I opened it up.

   `Hey kid, some of us girls are going to get together and go dancing
tonight.  Care to join us?'

   I am thinking, let me get this straight.  She goes out and gets bombed
to the point that she misses work the next day.  Then the following night
she wants to do the same thing over again?  I laid my phone down.  I can
answer this tomorrow, I thought.  Going back to the front room I saw my
screen up and everything ready.  There were a couple of not so important
emails and the usual junk.  I decided to go back on collarspace and browse
a bit.

   Logging on I saw where I had over twenty emails.  I might as well clear
that out, I thought, so I began weeding through them.  Too much
entertainment.  Then there was the one `Hey bitch you did not respond to my
email.  Be a good slave and learn to obey me.  I want you to send me a
picture of you naked.'

   Geesh no hi or anything just do this because I said so.  Doesn't anyone
really want to get to know me?  Then another classic: `Saw your picture. 
You must be one of the hottest chicks on this site.  Please reply we have
got to get together.' Well since I didn't have any pictures posted not sure
who he was really talking to?  Then there were a couple of replies that
came back to the ones I had responded to.  The first one didn't really live
where he said he did.  Actually he lived on the other side of the country.
Then he went on to say that he would be a good Master for me and that later
I could fly out and serve him.  OK what am I missing here, just buy a plane
ticket and go serve you?

   Delete and that email was gone.  The other one, the man was at least
honest.  OK well partially, and a bit blunt too.  He was from where he said
he was and he had many years of experience in the lifestyle.  However his
wife of 28 years had no idea as to any of this so I would have to host. 
Host buddy, we don't even know each other?  I got off of that site and
again found myself staring, this time at the screen.  I got up filled the
kettle and put some water to boil.  Thinking back to the couple in the
grocery store something didn't look right, but it seemed so normal to them.
They had a connection and I wanted to know what it was.

   I started to Google.  First on the list was Master/slave protocol. 
There was a lot of interesting reading there.  Then I was seeing where many
did not do that anymore.  It was considered Old School and passé by many.
Then I went to Old School BDSM and continued reading.  After my third cup
of hot tea I felt the need to go to the restroom.  Sitting on the toilet
and relieving myself, I thought back to Sir.  How did I allow myself to
enjoy the repulsive piss play that we did?

   I wiped and went back to the computer.  Now I typed in piss play BDSM
and brought up all kinds of stuff.  I learned quickly where it is basically
referred to as watersports.  There were many different levels of play, I
was learning.  Some people engaged in it, while for others it was a hard
limit.  I wonder if the Taylor's do it?  Now I was really curious there. 
Then I did not even know if they were into the BDSM lifestyle, this could
all be my imagination going wild.

   So my curiosity getting the best of me again I googled `collars BDSM'. I
had heard of and read about them but had never really gotten into the
significance of them.  There was a lot of interesting reading again.  I
could see some connection to Old School and how serious it was for many. 
It was basically a sign of being married only in the BDSM world.  Some even
had rituals when collaring their slave.  Then I was also reading where with
many it was just like dating or going steady in high school.  So juvenile,
I thought.  If I was to ever be collared I would want it to be forever.

   My eyes were beginning to become weary.  I shut the computer down and
put it to charge.  Slowly I walked off to bed.  It was already after one.
Thank goodness I could sleep in tomorrow, I thought.  As I closed my eyes I
also thought, I am going to call the Taylor's and accept their invitation.
I soon nodded off.

   Waking up the next morning I rolled over and saw where it was almost
eight.  Well I had slept well and I felt rested.  I peeled off my socks and
got into the shower.  Mentally I was trying to put my day together.  Then I
also knew that I still had a lot to think about.  Where was Sir?  The
possible promotion at the bank.  How deep did I want to venture into the
lifestyle of BDSM?  Was there really such a thing as Master/slave in
today's day and age?  After all aren't all women supposed to now be free
and liberated?  I know that I didn't want to be.

   So many questions and I really didn't have any answers.  Well as of yet,
I thought.  I will continue and I will search more.  I will learn more.  I
put on a pair of the new socks I had purchased at Target.  Opening my purse
I pulled out the card and dialed the number on my phone.  It was nearly
nine.  But who knows?  I thought.  On the third ring there was an answer.

   "Taylor residence, this is Sue speaking." Well I finally got to hear her
voice.  She did not sound overbearing or like a bitch like so many said.

   "Good Morning I hope I am not disturbing you too early this morning?"

   "No of course not we are early risers, so not a problem at all."

   "Well I have been thinking and I would like to accept your invitation to
the BBQ this afternoon."

   "Great to hear that!  I know that Jacob will be very pleased to hear
this also."

   So here I was thinking and now what do I say?  "OK I am a bit confused,
what will I need to wear?  I mean is this going to be formal?  How will the
other people be dressed and so forth?  Plus do I need to bring anything?"
Yes a lot of questions I guess then I really was confused as to what type
of BBQ this was going to be.

   I could hear her laugh on the other end.  Then it was not a cruel or
mean laugh, more like one of amusement.  "Don't be silly and relax.  This
will all be very informal.  Actually it will only be the three of us.  So
simply put very casual.  Wear what you are comfortable with and just bring
your smile and of course your curiosity.  Jacob did notice that in you
yesterday."

   I must be tomato red right now.  I was so embarrassed.  Was it that
obvious that I was staring at them?  Then only the three of us, was this
going to be safe?  Well they are strong in the social circles around town
so not like a couple of sleaze balls inviting me over.

   "Hello?  Are you still there?"

   Geesh there I was again not paying attention.  "Yes I am still here
sorry.  I was just thinking over what you just said.  I feel bad going over
and not taking anything." Then really what could I take?

   "Again just bring yourself and your smile and yes your curiosity.  Do
you think you can find the Ranch?"

   "Yes I have a pretty good idea as to where it is.  If not I will have
your number and my phone in case I get lost."

   "Sounds like a plan.  The gate will be open so just drive in.  Jacob and
I are looking forward to getting to know you.  See you at three." Then a
simple "Bye" and the dial tone.

   Putting my phone down I was more than nervous.  What was I getting
myself into?  I thought.  Then she did sound pleasant enough.  Then what is
it about Jacob and more?  I went to work fixing myself some breakfast.

   After breakfast and washing the dishes I thought about booting the
computer up.  Then looking around the front room I decided not to.  It was
nearly one by the time I had finished up the front room.  The bit of wood
furniture was polished to perfection.  The floor washed twice and now a
person could eat off it.  Well yes if Sir was here, I thought.  The walls
were cleaned as well.  By far this was the cleanest this room had ever
been.

   I put up my cleaning supplies and quickly hit the shower.  I was now
getting a bit nervous.  Earlier I was preoccupied with the cleaning thus
not allowing my mind to wander about meeting the Taylor's later today.  Now
in less than two hours I would be meeting with them.  I dried off and went
through the motions of getting myself ready.  Opening the closet I was
basically clueless as to what I was going to wear.  I remembered Jacob, Mr.
Taylor, in his jeans and work shirt.  Then there was his wife in her high
dollar work suit.  How would they be dressed this afternoon?  She said it
would not be formal but what is formal to them?

   I put on a nice pair of jeans and a light pullover sweater.  Now what
about makeup?  I remember seeing her and her hair done to perfection, her
manicured nails earrings and yes the "collar".  Or at least that is what I
was really hoping it was.  I put on a dab of makeup and a pair of loop
earrings.  Found a pair of flats and was ready.  I went outside and filled
the food dish and water bowl for my kids.  Grabbed my purse and phone and
yes the business card.  OK world, Taylor's here I go.

   Finding their place was not very hard.  Then how could you miss it with
the very impressive arch was proclaiming "SQUAW RANCH" as you entered?  I
drove through the gates and could see their house about half a mile ahead.
Looking back in my rear view mirror I saw the gates close.  Was this some
high class gated community?  I amused myself by thinking.  I drove up to
the front door.  A beautiful setup and house it seemed then not overly done
either.  Exiting the car I found myself knocking on their door.

   I heard the door open and I tensed up.  "Ah good to see you and right on
time, Jacob will appreciate that.  Come on in and make yourself at home."

   "Thank You," I replied and walked in.  Mrs.  Taylor was dressed much
like I was and yes her hair was still perfect.  Other than the "collar" she
wore no jewelry.  The inside of the house had a definite Southwest setting
which one would expect.

   "Jacob is in the back preparing the grill.  Follow me while I show you
the way." I followed her through the front room and into the kitchen and
out the back door.

   "Jacob our guest is here," she said like she was presenting something
special.

   "Good to see you and right on time as well.  Grab a chair and relax." As
I was getting seated I heard his voice again.  Looking at his wife he told
her, "You may be excused to finish up the salad."

   I thought I saw a very slight nod from her.  Then she replied, "Thank
You," and turned around and returned to the kitchen.

   I am not wrong.  I told myself.  There is some kind of dynamic here and
I want to find out what it is.  Watching him put the first steak on he
turned to address me.  "Well did you have trouble finding the place?"

   "No Sir not at all.  Then how could one miss it with that impressive
entrance?"

   "Yes that was my Dad's doing before he passed away.  I did not like it
at first as I thought it was overly boastful .Then now every time I drive
through it, it brings back great memories of me and my Dad working cattle
and mending fences."

   Looking around I finally started to take the place in.  Their "backyard"
was probably about a quarter acre.  Then where the fence left off the
pasture began.  I could see some mother cows with their calves as well as a
few goats here and there.  What a life, I thought to myself.  To be able to
live in such peace and quiet and splendor.  I turned my attention back to
Mr.  Taylor

   "Yes I imagine it would bring back good memories.  Sounds like you were
very proud of your Father."

   "Yes he was a hard working and driven individual.  Then he was honest as
the day was long.  You could go to the bank with his word.  This country
really needs some of those old timers back to teach the younger generation
just what life is all about.  How do you want your steak cooked?"

   "Medium rare, Thank You."

   "Ah just like Sue, see the two of you already have something in common.
Me, I prefer mine more on the pink rare side." As he was flipping the
steaks I heard the back door and Mrs.  Taylor came out with the setting for
dinner.  I got up to try and help her but was quickly seated by her
husband.

   "You are our guest now sit down and enjoy yourself.  Sue is perfectly
capable of setting the table, are you not Sue."

   With a smile she looked at her husband and smiled, "Yes Sir I am," and
she went back in to bring the salad out.  Soon we were all three sitting
and eating away.  This had to be beef they had raised on their own.  You
couldn't find this quality in any store I thought.  Then the potato was
baked to perfection and there was steamed vegetables along with a great
salad.  I looked at my plate and I was only half way through my steak and
stuffed.

   "Don't worry if you are already full.  Sue will make you a to-go plate
before you leave."

   "Thank You Sir, I guess my eyes were bigger than my stomach."

   "Well you didn't order the steak, I did, but leftovers are not bad come
the middle of the week."

   "No Sir not bad at all, Thank You."

   We continued with our chit chat about all kinds of subjects, everything
from the President's race to the price of cattle (where I was totally
clueless).  Once supper was over Sue quickly cleaned up and again my offer
to help was refused.  Once Mr.  Taylor had the work at the grill done he
seated himself.  With a wave of his hand he spoke to his wife.  "Bring the
wine out let's have a toast to a long friendship."

   She nodded and entered the house.  Soon we were clinking glasses and
being cheerful.  Our conversations went on and night approached and the
stars made themselves known.  I did not want to overstay my welcome so I
announced that it was time for me to leave.

   Standing up Mr.  Taylor said, "Not without a to-go plate."

   Sue took this as her cue and went back into the house.  He told me what
a pleasant time they had and I echoed the sentiment as well.  Sue handed me
my plate and they escorted me to the door.  We said our goodbyes and I
slowly drove towards the road.  When I got there the gates were open.  I
turned and headed home.  Besides being a bit stuffed I also was so very
relaxed.  Just a couple of great people, I thought.  They're so down to
earth and so pleasant to get along with.

   Then my mind went back to the way they seemed to communicate without
really saying anything.  Then there was the occasional "Yes Sir" and such
from Sue.  Then how her husband told her to do something but he did not
really tell her.  They must have a great marriage, I thought.  I got home
and grabbed my plate and went into the house.  Putting the food up in the
ice box, I thought, Geesh enough for two meals!

   I made my way to the bedroom and stripped.  Looking into the mirror most
all of my markings had faded and was gone.  There was no more soreness or
tender spots.  Wouldn't it be great if Sir was here to beat me again?  I
thought.  Then that pang of depression and loneliness hit me.  Where was
Sir?  About that time I could hear my phone ringing.  I rushed to the
kitchen and retrieved it from my purse.  The phone number looked familiar
but I could not place it.  My answering machine took over and I heard the
voice mail.

   "This is Sue, Jacob requests that you join us for brunch tomorrow
morning at ten.  Talk with you soon, Goodbye." And the dial tone sounded. I
pulled out a chair and sat down.  What do I do?  I thought.  Yes they both
had my curiosity.  I knew that I wanted to learn more about them, much
more. I picked up my phone and called her back.

   On the second ring she replied, "Well good evening."

   Laughing I said, "Good evening back, sorry I missed your call I was in
the bathroom." (Yes a bit of a lie but not a bad one.)

   "You got the message I assume?"

   "Yes ma'am' I did."

   "Well Jacob insists that you join us and we have another threesome of
sorts if are you up to it?"

   Another threesome of sorts?  Are you up to it?  These questions were
racing through my mind.  Before I could answer my questions I answered
hers, "Yes I would love to have brunch with the two of you, ten o'clock?"

   "Yes ten o'clock, sounds like a plan.  See you then, Goodbye." Then the
sound of the dial tone again.  I took my phone and turned it off and put it
to charge.  Walking back to my bedroom I was now more curious than ever.  I
hunted and found my old vibrator.  I took it to bed with me, along with my
shank of rope.  Would tomorrow be here soon enough?

   I was up and about by seven.  I was a bit hungry but knew that I could
hold off.  Having only my socks on I went to my backyard and sat for a bit.
My kids were nipping at my feet.  Yes there was a bit of a chill in the
air. Then as cool as it was it did feel so good to be out here and free
like I was.  After a bit I went back inside and did a few things and slowly
prepared for brunch.  Timing it much like yesterday I arrived and drove
through the gates.  I was so curious as to what I might learn today.  What
plans might they have?  Well only one way to find out, I thought.  I
knocked on the door and was greeted by Sue.  Yes things were going to
change VERY quickly.

   "Well come on in.  So glad that you were able to make it." Well nothing
abnormal about that except that she did not have a stitch of clothing on.
"Go around, Jacob is in the back.  I'm quite sure that you and Jacob will
find something to talk about.  I still have a few more minutes until the
brunch is served."

   "Yes, Thank You," I replied.  And still a bit startled I walked my way
out into the back patio.  Then there was Mr.  Taylor reading the Sunday
paper like most people do on Sundays.  Only he was matching his wife,
attire wise, he was naked as a jay bird as well.  Putting the paper down,
he smiled at me.

   "I'm so glad that you could make it.  Sue and I had a great time with
your visit yesterday and we want to learn a bit more about you.  You did
see Sue did you not?"

   I knew that I was blushing as I could feel myself redden.  "Yes Sir she
let me in after I knocked." What else am I suppose to say?

   "Well what did you think?"

   Oh gawd this was a good one.  Does he really want to know?  "Well I am a
bit envious, Sir."

   "If you wish you may make yourself comfortable as well."

   Actually I did want to but only in front of him.  I mean it had felt so
natural in front of Sir.  Then I don't know about in front of another
female.  The brief look I took at Sue she seemed to have a very nice and
fit body for her age.  Would her husband be comparing us?  "I don't know if
I would be comfortable in front of your wife Sir."

   "Well only one way to find out.  Fold your clothes neatly and put them
on that chair." He pointed it out.

   I did as I was instructed until I got to my socks.  "May I leave my
socks on Sir?"

   "Not a problem.  Sit down I imagine we will have a lot to talk about
this morning." I heard the backdoor open and Sue appeared.  She had a big
tray in front of her and laid everything down like it was nothing.  What a
great brunch!  I thought.  There were all kinds of fruit and sour cream and
yogurt, and bagels.  It was quite a feast in my opinion.

   "Go ahead and serve yourself," Sue told me.  I grabbed a plate and she
did as well.  As we both filled our plates she handed hers over to her
husband.  He picked up a bagel and smothered it with cream cheese.  He took
a bit and then a slice of a pear.

   Looking at his wife he smiled.  "Everything is great, you may be seated
and you may serve yourself."

   "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." As she sat down I wondered if I was hearing an
echo from the week past.  We ate and chatted like it was any other day. 
Once we were finished Sue cleaned off the table and soon returned to join
us.  Only this time she was seated at her husband's feet.

   He spoke again, "Well what about us interested you at the grocery
store?"

   I did not know where to start.  Then they always say at the beginning.
So I told them as to how striking and different they looked as a couple him
dressed like a hard laborer while she the definite business Lady, an
executive type.  I told him how I noticed how he handed her the fruit and
vegetables and how she took them and put them away in the basket.  How she
seemed always by his side but a bit behind him.  Then how I noticed the
"collar" and how my mind went to racing on that thought.

   Then I asked them both, "Was it that obvious that I was staring?"

   He laughed.  "Not really actually it was Sue who thought you were a bit
more than curious.  Then she was correct was she not?"

   "Yes Sir!  VERY correct."

   He then went on to explain how they had met.  Why they decided to get
into the lifestyle.  Then he went on about their children.  They had a 22
year old son in his final year of collage as well as a daughter age 20 who
was in college as well.  Growing up they were basically nudists.  Then Sue
enjoyed pain so hiding that could be a problem at times.  Anyhow basically
the last couple of years it had been just the two of them at home so now
they shared at will.  He beat her and she loved being beaten.  I shivered
when he said that as I thought as to how I had learned to love pain as
well.

   He then asked me.  "Are you interested in getting in the lifestyle?"

   I started off by telling them as to how I had been interested in it for
years.  How I had read and what I had studied.  Shared a bit as to the
online stuff and it gave them both a good chuckle.  Then I went out on a
limb and shared as to last weekend.  They both drew up close, both a bit
stunned as well as shocked at the events that had taken place.

   "So this total stranger just showed up in your life and then just
vanished?  Sounds a bit farfetched to me?" Sue nodded in agreeing.  I stood
up and turned around.  I knew there were basically no markings left but I
wanted to point them out.

   "No that is OK we believe you.  Then you have to admit it is a hard
story to swallow," he said.

   "Yes I know waking up that morning I thought it had all been a dream and
then I looked in the mirror and saw all of my markings.  Then I would pinch
myself and marvel at work how wonderfully sore I was.  So I knew it was
true and I was so fucked.  Sorry Sir, I did not mean to use that word."

   "That's OK because you truly are fucked." Again Sue nodded in agreement.


   We spent the next couple of hours talking away about the lifestyle. 
They shared from their prospective and me saying what I was one day hoping
for.  They told me of all the pitfalls and how many abusers and users were
out there.  They also warned me as to a couple of them locally.  I thanked
them and said yes one had already contacted me.  He went on to say where
there was a group about 100 miles away where they met once a month and
shared and played with similar people.  Then he asked if I would be
interested in attending with them?

   "I think so," I responded.  "But what's it like?  I mean am I going to
fuck somebody or something?  Do I have to be naked all the time?"

   They both laughed and he explained how it was and that yes nudity was
encouraged but not pushed.  He added that as long as I was comfortable, I
could wear whatever I wanted.  It was already well into the afternoon and
Sue had brought us all another bottle of water.  Looking directly at Sue
the husband spoke.

   "Go get the implements please."

   "Yes Sir." With that she rose and went back into the house.

   "I am going to beat Sue you are welcome to watch if you want?"

   Oh yes I did want to watch but I was scared as well.  "It would be my
pleasure Sir.  Are you sure your wife won't mind?"

   "No, not at all.  Actually she enjoys the idea of being a bit of an
exhibitionist and her being beaten in front of a lot of people at the
parties we attend."

   The backdoor opened and Sue came out with a suitcase and opened it up.
It was packed with all kinds of things.  First she took out four cuffs. 
Her husband put them on her and led her between two wooden poles.  I had
not noticed but they had eyebolts.  Using the clasps she was soon in place.


   "Get a better view and make yourself comfortable.  This may take a
while," he said.

   I scooted the chair over some and then the show began.  Much like Sir
had started with me, he began with his wife.  Nice and slow and then the
rhythm would pick up.  Then he would get another implement and then
another. As the pace picked up so did the velocity of the instruments he
was using.  I was totally convinced that Sir did not hit me nearly that
hard.  Then I was so turned on and jealous of Sue.  I so wanted that to be
me.  Her back and ass went from pink to a bright red.  Then marks started
showing up, a bit of blue here and then a dash of purple.  Then he
continued to beat her.  Then from the sounds emitting from her voice one
could tell she was very much enjoying it all.  Although completely naked
her husband was sweating as well.  Finally he looked at me and spoke.

   "There is a blanket on the couch would you mind getting it for me?"

   Quickly I got up and went into the house, and grabbing the blanket I
made my way out.  I handed the blanket to him as he wrapped it around her
and basically carried her into the house.  Yes much like Sir did for me, I
remembered.  A few minutes later and he was back outside.  He had another
bottle of wine and three glasses.  Motioning to me I scooted my chair back
where it had been.

   "So what did you think?" he asked as he poured half a glass of wine.

   "That was hot Sir, really, REALLY hot!  Your wife is so very lucky to
have you."

   "Well Thank You but I am very happy to have her as well.  This is an
even joint relationship that we have.  Yes I am her Master and yes she is
my slave but we are still equals."

   With that said he handed me a glass of wine.  I like the way this man
thinks, I told myself.  Doing the cheers motion he said, "To us getting to
know each other better."

   He sat and began talking again.  He assured me that in a few minutes she
would be out to join us.  Again he spoke of the lifestyle and all the ins
and outs.  At how very hard it would be to find a deserving man.  I nodded
and agreed as I already had that realization.  The backdoor opened and out
appeared Sue, her eyes all puffy from the crying and her smile beaming from
one ear to the other.  She went and knelt at Sir's feet.

   Looking at him I heard her say," Thank You Sir I really needed that
beating.  I am going to have a very stressful week ahead of me."

   He grinned as he ran his hand through her hair.  "Well you earned it and
it was my pleasure."

   You could tell how very devoted they were to each other.  Now the three
of us talked and talked.  Dusk was setting in and I knew I had to be going.
I told them what a wonderful time and experience it was in sharing like
they did.  They reassured me that they enjoyed it as much or more.  As I
stood and was going to retrieve my clothing he spoke again.

   "You mentioned where this stranger pissed on you and you learned to
enjoy it?"

   Ever so embarrassed I wondered why I had shared that.  Without looking
at him I nodded and said," Yes Sir."

   "Would you mind if I pissed on you before you leave?"

   I was blown away.  Had he just asked me what he did and in front of his
wife?  I turned and looked at Sue.  Again she was grinning.  "Go ahead and
let him do it.  Piss just isn't my thing.  I will do it if Sir asks but I
prefer not to."

   I looked at him again and back at Sue.  She still had the ever present
smile on her face.  I did not answer.  Well maybe I did?  I took a couple
of steps back and knelt down.  He walked up to me and grabbed his cock.  I
tilted my head and opened my mouth.  Soon the warm piss hit my face and I
began to swallow.  Oh how I was missing this!  Really craving it and now I
was getting it.  Much too soon it was all over.

   Opening my eyes I saw him turn and look at his wife.  "Would you go get
her clothes please?"

   She nodded and got up and went into the house.  He spoke again, "I would
suggest that you put your clothes on while you are still wet with piss."

   "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir."

   I got dressed and the three of us went back into the house and out to
where my car was parked.  I was soaked in piss, and she was wrapped in a
blanket, and he was completely naked.  Oh what a wonderful day this has
been, I thought.  We Thanked each other for a great time spent together. 
Again I found myself slowly driving out as the stars were coming out. 
Going home I had so much to think about.  I did not know where to start. 
Once in my bedroom I stripped.  I opted not to shower as I liked the way I
smelled.  I grabbed the shank of rope, pulled the covers over me and
quickly I was asleep.

   I found myself laying in bed and staring at the ceiling.  It was still
dark outside but I knew morning was quickly approaching.  My mind was
racing at a snail's pace as to my last two weekends.  How terribly
different they were yet remarkably the same.  The stranger; I thought of
how he had boldly barged into my life and how I had slowly given him
control.  The peace he had given me in so many ways.  I remembered the joy
in being allowed to serve in a way that I had only dreamed of.  I thought
of learning so much from the simple idea of the rope that allowed me the
experience of so much freedom.  Then there was the splendor and the
pleasure of being used as a urinal.  Something that I would have almost
barfed at before.  Then now thinking how just a few short hours ago I was
again allowed the pleasure of bathing in someone else's golden liquid.  So
no it was not a onetime farce or a wild idea, it was something that I could
connect to and yes share and enjoy.  I shook my head as I really did not
know why but I wished to go back there again and again.

   Then there was the chance meeting with Sue and Jacob at the grocery
store.  Was this a revelation of sorts?  A way that a higher up had me
processing what might lie in my future?  Things just seemed too
coincidental there then were they even actually related?  Again I shook my
head.  I did not need to know if they were or were not.  What I needed to
do was focus on the positive that had happened and consider myself blessed
in having gotten to know them and the sharing of so very much with me.

   I had to laugh out loud when my mind went to Sue.  Yes, Sue the bitch
from hell.  The one that no one ever wanted to get cross with.  The one who
took no prisoners and only knew one thing and that was to win.  The shark
in anyone's waters who had a reputation to eat you alive and spit you out
before breakfast.  Then I saw a completely different side to her this last
weekend.  Almost like a Dr.  Jekyll and Mr.  Hyde type of scenario.  What a
total transformation from her everyday public life to the life she and
Jacob shared.  Had I not witnessed what I did I would have never believed
it.

   Then I had seen something different at the grocery store about them. 
Having been invited to share in a BBQ with them I saw small yet subtle
things that they did between each other.  Then on Sunday I was totally
exposed to how their life really was.  How Jacob was the Master and Sue the
devoted slave.  Then it was such a great exchange that they had.  It seemed
like the twinkle in their eyes never diminished when they were sharing. 
The love and devotion that these two people had was incredible.  Their
sharing was almost flawless and each lived to please the other.  Like Jacob
had so eloquently said "they were still equals".  Would anyone else ever
understand what this really meant?

   Darn the alarm went off.  I rolled over and got out of bed.  Yes rise
and shine and go into the new week, I thought.  I turned the shower on and
got in.  A nice simple yet healthy breakfast and I found myself in search
of my crock pot.  Taking it out and washing it I grabbed the chicken
breasts from the ice box.  I threw together some salt and peppers and a
couple of herbs.  Then I add a light coating of olive oil and adjusted the
setting to slow.  I knew that when I got home this part of my supper would
be done.  Taking out some plastic wear I fixed myself a salad to pack for
lunch, and grabbed a bottle of water along with a granola bar.  Taking care
of my kids I was in my car and headed to work, ready to take on the world.
Walking into the bank I spotted Kim and her éclair and the ever present cup
of coffee.

   "Hey stranger looks like you went MIA again this weekend?"

   "Well I never got around to doing my Spring cleaning so I was washing
and scrubbing all weekend."

   "To heck with that nonsense!  Life is short and you only live once.  The
bars were jamming this weekend and there was no shortage of men wanting to
buy me drinks."

   My thought was, how superficial is all of that?  Yes I had been there
and done that like they say.  Most likely I will even visit there again. 
Yes life is short and yes we all deserve the chance to have a good time. 
Then the same thing all the time must get a bit old would it not?  Then
quickly my mind raced.  What about me and the stranger?  What would it be
like to live the life of Jacob and Sue?  Would any of that ever get old? 
To be able to find the one to serve and to be of use to, and to openly and
willingly hand over total control to him.  To give him the power to destroy
you yet knowing that he would always protect you.  What a beautiful sense
of total freedom and happiness I could see there.

   "Hello Earth to Mars anyone home?"

   Quickly I snapped and looked at Kim.  Yes my mind had wandered but to a
nice dream world that I knew.  "Sorry I was trying to remember if I had
filled the dog bowl with fresh water this morning."

   Kim smiled and took a bite of her éclair.  Shaking her head she said,
"Well between you and those two mutts and being little miss homemaker you
are going to get old before your time.  I am starting to worry a bit about
you."

   "No need to worry everything will be alright for me.  Just need a cup of
hot tea to get me going now." I put my food away and fixed myself a hot cup
of jasmine tea.  The flavor and aroma were both very welcomed.  Turning
everything on at my desk I began my day.

   Returning from lunch I found a note on my desk.  My boss wanted to see
me at three.  I knew what he wanted and I also knew what I wanted.  Again
thinking back to Sue, arguably one of the top power brokers around, if she
could balance it why couldn't I?  I slowly watched as the clock slowly
ticked away.  At 2:59 confident as ever I got up from my desk and knocked
on the boss's door.

   "Yes come in."

   Opening the door I entered.  This time there was a chair more directly
in front of his desk.  He glanced at his clock and smiled.  Motioning me he
pointed to the chair.  "Have a seat please."

   We went through the basic how was your weekend and great fall weather
and so forth.  Finally out of the blue he hit me with the question.

   "Have you decided as to the possibility of filling Mrs.  Clark's
position?"

   There was no hesitation on my part.  "Yes Sir I have not only thought
about it but I have also decided I want her position." Was I being to bold?
Was I too abrasive and up front here?  Suddenly I was almost embarrassed
but then I was not.  I had found a new level of confidence in myself that I
had not known before.

   He smiled again.  "Good I like that your attitude and positive way of
addressing things is what this bank needs and I believe you can easily fill
Mrs.  Clark's shoes."

   Then he went on and we talked and shared for nearly an hour as to what
might lay ahead for me.  Then he also added that there was a hiring
committee of five people and they would make the final decision.  Each
department (there were six of them) would bring one of their employees up
for the promotion, and then hold the interviews and more.  I was to be the
nominee for our department.

   "Well I think that about covers it all.  I also think you need to get
back to work."

   I smiled and nodded as I got up.  "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." I turned and
headed towards the door.

   "Oh one more thing as to our friend Kim, quite sure she will have plenty
of questions for you.  Simply tell her that there will be some upper
management changes soon.  That is all that she needs to know."

   As my hand grabbed the door knob I looked at my boss and smiled, "Thank
You Sir."

   Getting back to my desk I could feel Kim's eyes heavily upon me.  "So
another meeting with the boss, this one was almost an hour.  What were you
guys talking about?"

   "Guess the upper management is going to make some changes and he was
clueing me in on some of that."

   Before she could speak my phone rang.  I asked her to excuse me. 
Picking it up I heard my boss' voice, "Sometimes timing is everything."
Then a light laugh.  "Now back to work." I heard the dial tone and looking
back, Kim was at her desk.  Only an hour left in my work day but my stomach
was full of butterflies.  Yes I was confident that I could handle the new
position then this was all a bit new to me.

   It was 5:02 and I was shutting everything down at my desk.  Getting up
and grabbing my purse and my plastics I saw the boss's secretary walking
towards me.  She smiled and handed me a manila envelope.  "Here take this
home with you and read it.  Enjoy your evening."

   "Yes Thank You and enjoy yours as well." She returned to her desk and I
walked out the side door.  Well on the way home my mind was racing even
more.  I was very excited at the possibility of a new promotion.  Then I
was not guaranteed it and a lot of hoops and hurdles to go through but I
now had a new confidence in myself.

   Walking into the kitchen I could not put my things on the kitchen table
quick enough.  I rushed to my bedroom and immediately began stripping.  I
wanted to be naked, to be free of burdens now.  I wanted to feel so very
good.  Then I thought, is this what Sue does when she returns home from a
hard and strenuous day at work?  Then thinking more I was envious of her.
At least she had all the marking that Jacob had given her yesterday to
admire.  Then all day long she also had the pleasurable soreness and more
to enjoy.  One day, I thought, one day.  Looking into the mirror I told
myself that my body was much too pale.

   Going into the kitchen I grabbed a pot and filled it about three
quarters full and put it to boil.  I went out the back door to check on my
kids.  Instantly the cold chill hit me and I could feel my nipples come
alive.  One in each hand I tweaked them a bit.  Yes this felt so very good.
I could feel a bit of a cool dampness between my legs.  I rubbed my cunt
and clit.  Yes later tonight I would allow some relief there.  I played a
short bit with the dogs.  Entering the kitchen I could see where a boil was
beginning.  I took out some spaghetti and added it to the water.  The
chicken breasts were done.  Soon I would be eating another great meal.

   Taking the manila envelope and opening it I found that it was basically
a job description of the new position that I was seeking.  I was so
Thankful that it was given to me, thus giving me a better insight as to
what might be lying ahead for me.  I put it aside and began preparing my
supper.  Having eaten my supper and gotten the kitchen cleaned, I took the
folder and went to the front room and began to read.  The papers were only
eleven in all.  It was quite basic but a bit complex as well.  The chain of
command, who answers to whom.  What my new responsibilities would be.  What
was expected of me as well as of my staff.  I kind of beamed there; I would
now have eight workers under me.  Would I be able to handle it all?  I
nodded my head.  I knew that I not only could but would.

   Looking at the clock it was already after nine.  Then I had meticulously
read each page several times.  I booted my computer up and waited.  Once up
I looked at my emails.  Nothing all that important, I thought.  Other then
the forty six emails from collarspace, I was like really?  Then there was
another text from Kim.

   "Hey girl you have gotta catch me up on what is going on at the bank. 
Bye!" Oh little Miss drama I thought.  She can't live without the free
drinks and always looking to add some spicy gossip to her mundane life.  I
shut the computer down and got up in hopes of going to bed.  I opened the
drawer and pulled out my vibrator.  My cunt was already oozing juices.  My
shank of rope was on the pillow as always.  Getting ready to lay down I
remembered the pictures.  I slid my hand between the mattresses and removed
the envelope and took the pictures out.  Slowly I sifted through them as
the vibrator worked its magic on my cunt and clit.  Oh gawd!  I kept
thinking to myself.  How hot these pictures were and how very glad I was
that Sir had taken them.  Secretly in the back of my mind, I Thanked Sir. I
also didn't care if these pictures were now roaming the internet for the
whole world to see.  I thought they were VERY hot and that I looked great.
Then not a single picture had my face on it so all safe there.

   I could feel the buildup.  I could feel the release approaching and I
knew this was going to be a massive one.  Then had I not earned it as well?
My hips went to gyrating round and round and up and down.  Then it hit me
not once, not twice, but five or six times.  I was at a loss for breath.  I
could feel my whole body shaking and sweating as well.  I turned the
vibrator off and pushed everything aside.  I reached over and turned the
lamp off.  I grabbed my shank of rope and curled up.  Much like the light I
was now off and into a very nice dream land.

   I just lay there in bed.  Staring at the blank ceiling and thinking of
all the transformation that had come over me in basically a couple of
weeks. How a total stranger had invaded my world and forever changed it. 
Yes, I told myself.  For so many years you had wanted what he gave you.  At
times he gave you more than you could handle.  Then as well you quickly
learned to trust him and became accepting of the sharing you were doing.  I
still marveled at the odd meeting with the Taylor's.  How they had invited
me over.  Taken me into their confidence and again showed me a world like I
had never dreamed of.  Never in my wildest imagination could I have
pictured a Lady as strong and powerful as Sue kneeling before her Master
and Thanking him for the beating she had just received.  Then the more I
thought about it the more I began to understand that in order to be a great
slave and have the devotion and dedication so many would require one must
be strong and independent and more.  This is not good porn gone bad.  This
is two people sharing equally and each giving one hundred percent plus.

   I reached down and rubbed my warm cunt.  It felt very inviting and I
could feel its juices starting to flow.  Lightly pinching my ever so
delicate clit I asked myself, do I want to get off again this morning?  I
slipped my middle finger into my inviting cunt.  Working it a couple of
times my breathing was getting stronger and faster.  Then I heard the
noise. Darn, I thought and rolled over to turn the alarm off.  Well that
settles that.  Glancing at my side I could see all the pictures spread out.
Again an urgency to pleasure myself was taking over.  No I told myself, you
need more self discipline then that.  Slowly I got up and went to take my
shower.

   My morning was going smoothly.  Getting dressed I felt vibrant.  It was
like all kinds of positive energy were coming my way, and I was grabbing
all of it.  I picked my lunch off the kitchen table and headed out the
door. So much on my mind yet my thoughts seemed to be so much better
organized.  Walking in the side door at the bank I felt like I could take
on the world right now.  Then entering the workplace I saw Kim and wondered
do I want to take Kim on as well?  In front of her was a half eaten
oversized chocolate donuts with nuts and sprinkles on top.  I could see her
cup of coffee as well.  Then the thought hit me could this girl live off of
sweets and alcohol the rest of her life?  Oh and gossip as I was to be
quickly reminded.

   "So what now are you too good to return text messages?"

   I really did not want to start my day with an interrogation.  Trying to
be as pleasant as possible I put on a smile and replied, "Sorry I didn't
get it till a while ago."

   "Well I sent it last night figured you would have seen it then?"

   Was there no escaping these questions?  "Usually once I get off work I
turn my cell phone off as well.  Plus I have a couple of projects at home
that I am working on."

   "What projects or do you now have a secret boyfriend or something like
that?"Again I showed my smile and my fake laugh.

   "No boyfriend Thank You.  Then I have been cleaning up in the backyard
before it gets too cold and rearranging my cabinets in the kitchen.  So
basically I have not had much free time lately." I was slowly making my way
to the fridge to put my lunch in and to grab myself a cup of hot tea.

   "Well if you had a boyfriend, he would do your yard work.  Then you
being little miss homemaker would be boring to me." Here she was almost
thirty and only having moved out of her parent's house a few months ago. 
Living in an itty bitty apartment and telling me that?

   "Well boring or not no one else is going to clean up after me.  Besides
I like a nice clean home with everything in its place."

   I opened the fridge door and put my food in and went to make me a cup of
hot tea.  Going back to my desk I could see her taking the last bite of her
chocolate donut, with a few sprinkles on her cheeks.  I reached over and
grabbed a tissue and took it to her.

   "Here you had best clean your face before anyone else sees you."

   She took the tissue and said, "Thanks." Getting back to my desk I saw
the sticky on my computer screen.  MEETING 10:15.  That is all that it
said. Looking at it and thinking I moved it to the corner of my screen and
started turning everything on at my desk.  Must be the boss, I thought.

   Taking what was now becoming my short walk after lunch I was thinking as
to the conversation my boss and I had earlier.  His first question was if I
had gotten the envelope.  I told him yes and he began to grill me.  Thank
gawd I had studied it like I did, I kept telling myself.  So about fifteen
minutes later he dismissed me and I was back at my desk.  As I returned I
could see Kim's eyes creeping and following me.  Then she had never said a
word.  She must be so craving to know something, I told myself as I turned
and walked towards my parked car.

   Arriving at home I decided to warm up some leftovers and finish them
off. I had already stripped so while the food was warming I went out back
and played with my kids.  Going back in I fixed myself a plate and thought
of the new life that may be ahead of me.  Nothing had been mentioned as to
a salary increase.  Then I did not have the position either.  Then as
salaries go there are always rumors going around.  From what I had heard
that others thought in the past I would now be making anywhere from
$10,000.00-$25,000.00 more a year.  I could handle that, I told myself. 
Then there would be a lot of burden as well as responsibility on top of all
of that to deal with.

   My mind drifted back to the world of BDSM as I washed my dishes.  Such a
vast, dark, yet real world that was out there.  So many different scenarios
were racing through my mind that it was making me dizzy.  So many places
one could put themselves in.  Then I did know one thing for sure or was
that two?  Yes it was a definite that I was a submissive.  Then could I
ever be as lucky as Sue and to have such an outstanding Master like her and
being allowed to serve and to be of use like she was?  Their life was like
a fairytale dream to me.  Putting the towel back on the door handle I
rubbed between my legs and went into the front room to boot my computer up.


   Waiting I rubbed between my legs again and yes the juices were there.  I
lifted my hand and smelled my sex and it smelled great.  Why had I done
that?  The screen went on.  Well my mail box was now basically overflowing,
Thanks to my now new found "fame" on collarspace.  Might as well clean all
of that out, I thought.  DELETE!  DELETE!  DELETE!  It usually didn't take
more than two lines of reading to see how most of these so called whoever's
were total idiots.  Well assuming they had the intelligence to write two
full lines.  I actually did find about half a dozen maybes so I saved those
until later.

   It was still a bit early but I was tired.  I shut the computer down and
laid back and closed my eyes on the couch.  My mind was so full of nasty
and filthy thoughts right now.  I allowed my fingers to plunge in and out
of my cunt as I fucked myself and thought of all the wonderful things I
would like to do and have done to me.  Again I was able to cum with a
thunder.  Again my breath was short and my body was sweating.  Soon I had
caught my breath and a chill set over me as my sweat had cooled down.  I
got up and went to bed and into a deep sleep.

   I woke up right before my alarm went off.  I had had some of the
weirdest dreams that night.  The very fact that I remembered any of them
was weird in itself.  Being a slave in medieval times, being on a remote
island and having to serve five men as they used and abused me.  Now that
was hot, I thought.  Then being a maid, being a housekeeper, being a slut
and more.  Could I be all of those and be appreciated?  By now the hot
water was fully waking me up.  It was again another smooth transition from
my bed to work.  Fortunately when I walked into work Kim was on her cell
phone so we only exchanged fake smiles and small waves.  Good, I told
myself.  Getting everything going at my desk I knew it was going to be
another very busy day.  Then that is what I like, a full, busy, as well as
progressive day.

   Coming back from lunch there was another sticky on my screen, MEETING
2:00.  This time there was no doubt as to who it was from.  At two I went
and knocked on the door.  He called out for me to come in.  A bit surprised
his secretary was there as well.  He wasted no time and went to talking
before I had seated myself.  As he talked she began feeding me different
sheets of paper and she would go on to explain different things to me. 
Basically a lot of reports I would be doing, monthly, and quarterly, and
more.  How this system worked and why we do things this way and that.  I
had been in there about an hour before I was dismissed.  The secretary
remained behind.

   Returning to my desk Kim had her eyes on me.  Then she got up and walked
my way as I saw the fancy envelope on my desk.  Before I could pick it up I
heard Kim's voice behind me.

   "My you must be one popular girl.  Long private meetings with the boss
and now this special delivery." I was still looking at the envelope and
realized that was what she was talking about.  "Go ahead and open it.  Wow
one of those special delivery guys brought it in for you.  He had a cute
butt on him too."

   I wanted to turn and say shut up you nosey bitch but bit my lip.  Then I
had to admit I was very curious about the envelope as well.  I took my
letter opener and made a slit through the envelope.  Pulling the card out I
could see where it was a specialized one, monogrammed and such.  I could
feel the back of my chair moving as Kim hovered over my back.  Opening it
up in fancy writing it was bold as well as direct.

   'Should you not have other plans, Jacob expects you to join us tonight
for supper at El Monte's at six.' Then simply signed sue in lower case
letters.  I was simply at a loss for words then Kim got my focus back.

   "Geesh, kind of direct and commanding.  Who is Jacob and who is this Sue
that sent you the invite?"

   What the hell was I suppose to tell the nosey bitch?  Why did I allow
her to read over my back?  The truth never hurts, I thought.  I swiveled my
chair around and of course Kim had to back off a bit.  "They are the
Taylor's, you might know them?"

   "Sue Taylor the bitch from hell.  My aren't you all of a sudden getting
a bit uppity.  Then El Montes, from what I heard what they charge you for
one glass of their French wine I could party all night long."

   I wanted to tell her yes lush I know that but bit my lip.  My phone rang
(Thank gawd) and I swiveled around again.  I answered it and heard the
voice on the other end, "She just doesn't give up does she?" followed by a
chuckle and then the dial tone.  Kim had returned to her desk and I stayed
staring at my screen.  El Monte's?  I thought to myself.  That was one of
the most upscale restaurants within 100 miles.  What was I going to wear?
Then I would not have time to go home and clean up and change.  Should I
call Sue and tell her I can't make it?  Then did I have an option?  Reading
again where it said, 'Jacob expects you to join us.'

   My stomach was doing flip-flops and summersaults.  I wasn't this nervous
the first time I went to prom in high school.  Luckily for me, time flew by
and it was soon five o'clock.  I grabbed my purse and went into the
employee's restroom.  Looking in the mirror what else could I do other than
brush out my hair.  So I did that and left.  I pulled into the convenience
store and bought some breath mints.  Not the cheap ones that I usually did,
after all I was going to El Monte's was I not?  It was about a twenty
minute drive and I pulled into the parking lot at five of six.  I sat there
for three minutes, got out of my car and walked in.  Looking around this
place reeked of class.  Slowly I walked towards a highly polished mahogany
desk.  The Ma"tre de or at least that is what you would call him, looked up
from a list he was going over.  Smiling he addressed me.

   "Yes Miss you have reservations?"

   I thought that I had lost my tongue for a minute.  "Yes, I am supposed
to meet the Taylor's here."

   Looking back at his list he made a check mark with his pen and returned
it to his shirt pocket.  "Yes they are already here and awaiting you.  They
have a private booth at the back of the restaurant.  Follow me please."

   Following him and out of the corners of my eyes I was spotting a few
people.  The place was half full maybe a bit more.  Some I had seen their
pictures in the paper and such.  These were not your normal day to day
slouches.  Then I certainly did not personally know a single one of them
either.  Standing aside the ma"tre de waved me to sit.  By that time Jacob
had stood and offered me his hand.  Thankful that he had basically shown me
where to sit I moved in next to Sue who leaned over and gave me a warm peck
on my cheek.

   "Miss would you care for anything to drink?"

   I thought what would a simple glass of water cost here?  Before I could
answer, Jacob replied for me, "I will order for her give as about five
minutes."

   "Yes Sir as you wish." He made a slight head bow and turned and was
gone.

   Looking at Sue she looked impeccable.  Her hair was in a perfect coif.
Her nails were superbly done and beautiful as always.  She had on a sharp
pair of pearl earrings.  Yes she was a doer and a shaker and would turn
heads in any setting.  Noticing Jacob as he had stood to greet me I had
noticed his jeans were starched and creased to perfection.  His shirt was a
western style with snap buttons and yes starched as well.  He might not be
in tie like most of the other men here but he did stand out in a positive
way.

   Again breaking the silence I heard Jacob's voice.  "So glad that you
were able to join us."

   I glanced at Sue then at Jacob.  What was I suppose to say?  In some
ways the invitation was more of an order than anything else.  Then I was so
pleased as well as thrilled that it was worded like it was once I had
gotten over the initial shock.

   "I am beyond pleased to be here Sir, Thank You both for allowing my
presence here." It was like there was an echo in my mind and I heard my
response a second time.

   "The pleasure is ours," he said as Sue smiled and nodded.  A waiter
returned and asked if we were ready for a pre dinner drink or perhaps some
appetizers.  I was so very Thankful as to Jacob being in charge as I would
have been totally lost.  Then I don't speak French and he seemed to be
ordering in that language.

   It was now Sue's turn to speak, "So did you find the delivery and note
acceptable?"

   "Actually I never saw the delivery.  I was in a private meeting with my
boss and his secretary.  So when I got out of the meeting the invitation
was at my desk."

   They both smiled and Jacob went on, "Would you care to share as to this
"private" meeting?"

   Well I now considered them both trusted friends even though I had not
known them a whole week.  Then they were so open and inviting how could one
not trust them?  So I started to tell them as to the possible promotion in
a few weeks and how my boss had put me in as his nomination.  Then as to
how my boss and his secretary were now slowly "grooming" me for my
interviews and so forth.

   The waiter returned with a large silver tray with what I would call
snacks all around it.  He set down a large chalice looking thing filled
with ice and a bottle of wine.  Then he produced three wine glasses.  How
do these guys carry all that stuff?  I thought.  Quickly he produced a cork
bottle opener from his back pocket.  Uncorking the bottle he poured about a
quarter glass of wine and handed it to Jacob.  He put the glass to his nose
and slowly inhaled its aroma.  Then he took a gulp of it swished it around
a bit and let it settle for a few seconds before swallowing.  Looking up he
addressed the waiter.

   "Great as always, Thank You."

   "My pleasure", he replied and went to fill all three glasses.  Once he
had left Jacob spoke again.

   "I propose a toast," and he lifted his glass.  "May you get the
promotion and best of luck in your new position." We all touched our
glasses together and I took a small drink of my wine.  I was so excited yet
embarrassed at the same time.

   Jacob then tried describing the different foods and cheeses and crackers
on our platter.  Pate, caviar, goat cheese, special meats and more was
offered there.  I opted to at least sample one of each.  Yes my palate had
never tasted most of these foods then I also found them all wonderful.  We
continued our chit chat and the waiter took our order from Jacob.  It was
some type of French Lamb dish that literally melted in your mouth.  It came
with excellent buttery potatoes and vegetables.  I was stuffed about three
quarters of the way through my plate but ate on.

   Soon enough we were all finished and the waiter returned and topped off
our wine glasses and cleared the table before asking about dessert and went
on to explain the possible desserts on hand.  I could not put another bite
in me so I said so.  Jacob ordered some cherries jubilee for him and Sue.
The waiter returned with a platter and laid out a tray to hold it.  He
scoped some ice cream into a steel bowl, then poured some cherries over the
ice cream.  Then poured some sweet looking liquid and lit it on fire and
placed the bowl in front of Jacob.

   As the flames slowed down the waiter spoke.  "May I be of further
service to any of you?" He smiled as he addressed all three of us.

   "No everything has been excellent Thank You," Jacob responded.

   Again with a slight bow the waiter replied, "As you wish Sir, should you
change your mind please feel free to call for my assistance." He turned and
left our area.

   Jacob took a bite of his dessert.  Smiling he nodded at Sue and said,
"You may eat."

   "Thank You Sir." Sue took up a fork to sample the dessert as well.

   "Sue and I had a definite reason for inviting you to dine with us
tonight." I heard as Jacob started off.  I nodded my head and smiled.  "You
remember the BDSM club we told you we visit once a month?" Before I could
respond he continued.  "Well we will be having a play party this coming
Saturday.  I checked with the person putting it all together along with the
Dungeon Master.  We got clearance for you and would like to take you as our
guest and introduce you to different people."

   Quite an earful Jacob had just unloaded on me.  I was excited yet scared
at the same time.  Jacob could see me hesitating in my reply.  "Everything
is one hundred percent safe and very well monitored.  They are a great
group of people to meet.  I believe you would be foolish not to take up the
opportunity to attend with us."

   I felt very flattered and yes still scared.  Then I quickly blurted out,
"I won't know how to act."

   "Simply put just act normal.  No one there is special.  We are just a
group of people that have a slightly different mindset than most.  You
might not be a butterfly but you are more social able then you realize."

   I felt Sue's hand under the table and she grabbed mine and gave it a
warm squeeze.  "I want you to go, please consider it," she softly said.

   Now the questions started and the serious replies shot back.  Later we
all had some iced water.  I soon needed to use the restroom and asked to be
excused as well as directions in getting there.  Once inside I thought I
was in a Hollywood movie.  There were marbled floors and walls.  Giant
mirrors that almost jumped out at you.  In my stall I was almost scared to
sit down everything was so bright and shiny.  I washed my hands and
returned to our booth.  This time Sue spoke first.

   "Jacob feels everything is settled.  Please try to be at our place at
three Saturday afternoon.  I have an early business meeting in the morning
and need to be headed home."

   Without another word being spoken we all got up and headed towards the
door.  Now walking through the restaurant it was still about half full
although with new faces this time.  They must have a steady clientele, I
thought.  Outside they both gave me a hug and we said our goodbyes.  They
headed to Jacob's truck I headed to my car to begin my trip home.  Later
walking into my bedroom I saw where it was now almost nine.  A three hour
dinner?  I thought.  I stripped and went straight to bed.

   Walking into work the next morning I noticed immediately there was no
Kim.  Later I learned, (yes due to local office gossip), a rumor going
around was she had, again, gotten sloshed last night at one of the local
watering holes and had called in sick.  No loss, was my thought.  At least
I had temporarily avoided the subject of El Monte's, at least for now
anyhow.  It was a very busy day.  Leaving my desk at the end of the day,
the boss' secretary walked up to me with yet another envelope.  Handing it
to me she smiled, said good luck, and turned to go back to her desk.

   Does this Lady not have a home?  I thought.  She is the first one here
in the morning and usually the last to leave.  Talk about a devoted
employee.  Once home and stripped I opted for a simple banana and some
yogurt for supper.  The night before I had eaten enough for three people.
Sitting at the kitchen table I sorted through the papers.  I could only
shake my head.  How easy it was to always make fun of our supervisors when
we really did not know all the responsibility that they had.  I returned to
the couch and studied until after nine.  Before going to bed I decided to
check my messages.  Yes another text from Kim.

   'Hey girl went out last night and was not feeling to good this morning.'
No shit Sherlock was my thought.  Then I could not resist being a bit
snarky with her.

   'Hey girl back, I went out last night and felt great this morning!'

   I soon found myself in bed and drifting off to sleep thinking about
Saturday.  I was still a mixture of being super nervous as well as very
excited.  Again I beat the alarm clock and got up and went through all the
motions.  This being Friday I knew we would be slammed at work.  Kim was
there when I arrived although a bit subdued and withdrawn.

   Looking at me she said, "Hey, surprise I did finally get a reply from
you from one of my texts."

   "Yes you did," I told her and went to put my lunch away, make a cup of
hot tea and begin my day.

   Around four a note was delivered to my desk.  It was from my boss.  It
said he would like me to join him for an end of the week drink at the
Patriots Club.  I felt no harm there and yes it had been a long and busy
week and maybe this might help with the jitters as to tomorrow?  Walking in
I saw an arm go up and a hand waiving me over.  My boss was sitting at a
small high table for two.  He called a waitress over and we both ordered a
drink.  We made small chat mostly about nothing.  Then it was nice to be
out of the work "environment" and relaxing a bit.  As I was finishing my
second drink his cell phone went off and he asked me to excuse him.  He
didn't go anywhere he answered the phone and made a couple of replies. 
Looking at me he smiled and went on.

   "Will say Thanks for meeting me here.  You got a good way of looking at
things and I know you will fit into our bank structure.  That was my wife
she will have dinner ready in half an hour so I had best get a move on
things.  The tab has already been taken care of, tip included.  Have a safe
drive home." He got up and exited the bar.

   I finished off my drink and looked around.  It was pretty crowded then
it was Friday night.  I grabbed my purse and found the door as well.  Going
home I thought, yes my drinks were free but at least I was not a slouch
like Kim.  I had munched on the chips and pretzels provided at our table so
I decided not to fix supper.  Instead I stripped, the norm for me now, and
grabbed my vibrator and rope and began to masturbate and dream of tomorrow
and my new experience ahead.

   I woke up a little after seven so I guess you could say I slept in a
bit. I got up and showered had breakfast, played with my kids and such, all
the time looking at the incredibly slow clock.  I decided to go make a
quick trip into town to pick up a couple of things as well as burn a little
bit of time.  On the way home I picked up my mail.  It had been about three
days worth so a small little pile.  After arriving back at home and sitting
at the kitchen table I began to sort through it.

   Then there it was in front of me.  A simple envelope with nothing
written on it.  I turned it over and no postmark or anything else at all.
All of a sudden my stomach was getting a bit upset.  Slowly I opened it up
and pulled out the piece of paper.  Four boldly printed letters
................  SOON .............................. with a beer tab
attached below.  My eyes began to well up with tears.  I was in a mode of
anger and confusion.  Then staring at the note I began to cuss at it.

   "YOU BASTARD, YOU SORRY MOTHER FUCKER!!!  Who the hell do you think you
are?" Then I remembered that I still had not bought any polish for his
boots or saddle soap either.

   I hope you enjoyed the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
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