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 To my Mistress, what a joy it is to belong to someone like you:

   "Good Morning my sweet boy."

   I responded still a little groggy, "Good morning."

   You cuts me off with one finger to my lips and soft "shhh." "I have some
things to tell you this morning dear boy, about what it means to be mine,
and want you to listen and not to speak.  If you understand I want you to
nod.  Is that clear ?"

   I nodded my head slightly and you removed your finger from my lips.  I
kissed it just as you pulled it away, you intoxicate me.  I still feel a
warmth, your warmth, wrapped around me from the night before.  Entranced,
under your spell, completed in you, having been claimed now by you.  I look
into your eyes as you continue, finding the warmth, and fire there
irressistable.

   "Now, my dear boy, that you are mine, you will serve me.  I am not your
better, just the object of your desire.  But I know that your desire is to
serve and to please me.  Just knowing that makes me so happy.  You will,
from now on, be my precious boy.  When I can, I will call you by that name.
When you please me, I will praise you with it, when you displease me, I
will scold you with it.  When I cannot, due to the situation, I will refer
to you as b.  Let the muggles think it is short for Brian, I don't care."

   "However, in private you will call me Mistress."

   Once again you place your finger on my lips, and I kiss it tenderly.

   "Is that clear my dear boy ?"

   I nod eagerly.

   "It is a private name, whenever we are not in a private situation you
shall call me D."

   You remove your finger.

   "Is that clear ?"

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Good boy."

   At those two words a warmth passes through me like a shiver of heat.

   "And you know how to respond in public ?"

   "Yes, D."

   At this you smile and I feel both pretty and smart.  (It is so good to
be teacher's pet)

   "Good, Boy"

   I wonder if this is how a cat feels when it purrs.  Your finger returned
to my lips.

   "Very nice, now just continue to listen.  I am sure that our new
relationship is very confusing to you.  So I want you to understand, as
much as it is possible to understand, how I feel about you, and what you
mean to me.  First, you are not mine because you are inferior.  If that
were so, I would not want you.  It is precisely due to your exceptional
emotional, intellectual, and physical traits that I want you for myself. 
However, you enjoy, and were created to, responding to someone else.  As we
saw last night, the more you surrender to my desires the more intensly you
bring pleasure to yourself."

   I blushed and you respondes with a sly smile which causes me to blush
more.  At this you chuckled softly.

   "You are such a sweet boy."

   I sighed a look of pure rapture on my face.

   "Ahem, as I was saying, you may see a conflict between the desirabilty
of your intellect, and talents, and your new role as my submissive.  There
is none.  You will please me at times with your quick wit and problem
solving skills, just as you pleased me last night when I tied you and rode
your lovely face."

   At this my eyes closed briefly, relishing the memory.

   "We will have discussions, we will make plans, we will even debate,
(your raise your eyebrow), at times.  However, you will remain mine.  Today
we will go out together.  First we shall go shopping, I have an outfit in
mind that I will want you to wear the rest of the day.  I can see that you
like that idea.  Or is it just me ?"

   You step closer, and your finger on my chin slowly guides me to my feet.
Then you move to stand behind me.  I can feel the warmth of your body
merely inches from my skin.  Your voice is warm, and soft in my ear.  The
sound of your voice sending shivers all over my body.  You wrap one arm
around me.  Your forearm across my navel, and your hand hovers two inches
from my straining cock.

   "What a good boy you are, I love it when your body responds to me as it
doing right now.  I also enjoy illicting this response, and more, from you,
at any time and in any place.  Do not be frightened my dear boy.  You need
to learn to trust me.  You also need to learn to focus on my pleasure. 
Once you learn to focus on my pleasure, and approval, even when we are in
larger social situations, your fears and distractions will cease hindering
you from serving me.  Are you scared my dear boy ?

   I manage to respond with just over a whisper, "yes, mistress."
Immediately your hand moves, and your fingernails pinch the head of my
cock. The sensation is lost somewhere between pain and pleasure.  I respond
again this time with full voice, "Yes, Mistress!" instantly your touch
softens and as your fingertips release me, now rubbing tenderly, a small
drop of precum appears on the tip of my cock.

   "Much better, my boy, now go wash up and get ready."

   I was still afraid, but also very excited as I washed, and hurridly
dressed in the simple clothes you had set out for me.  I figured we were
headed for some special fetish store, but instead we went to the nearest
mall.  I groaned internally as the teaming masses of intentionally
distracting young shoppers always left me feeling uncomfortable.  Somehow
you sensed my apprehension and as we stepped out of the car you remind me,
"you must remember to focus on me, boy."

   "Yes, D"

   "Good, b", you say with a sly smile.  "Then lets go shopping."

   We headed directly to the store, my eyes focused on you or the floor, as
I attempted to follow your instructions.  At the store you began selecting
clothes very quickly, consulting me for the appropriate size only to pick
items 1-2 sizes smaller.  Once again sensing or predicting my apprehension
you said,"You need to trust me, b"

   "yes, D"

   "good"

   My eyes visably brightened, and pulse slow at the precious g word.

   Deciding that you had picked out enough outfits you sent me to try them
on in a specific order and then to walk across the store to where you would
be waiting.  You would determine what looked best.  You made sure to tell
me what went with what, and how many buttons to leave undone, or where you
wanted a shirt zipped up to.  Now I was beginning to feel really nervous.
You placed a finger under my chin, and forcefully, but not painfully,
raised my eyes to yours.  "put your fears aside boy, I am looking forward
to this little fashion show, and I expect you to put on a good one for me."
There is a noticable pause and then I say just above a whisper, "yes,
mistress I will do my best for you"

   In the dressing room, my hands are shaking as I strip down to put on the
first outfit.  The clothes are tight, but not overly so, and I do feel
sexy, and attractive in them as I walk out to wyoure you waits for me.  I
try to strut a little, feeling self conscious but trying to please your. 
As I get closer you motions for me to turn for your.  Then once more, but
you stops me half way around.  Coming up behind me, you whispers in my ear
warmly,"not bad, boy but I am not seeing enough cock.  Don't make me go
back into the dressing room with you and stroke it for you." You smile
knowing that this is unnecessary as your words have caused the desired
effect, in addition to making me blush.  "Much better boy", you purr into
my ear, as you sit back down.  Once seated you have me do another turn,
your eyes burning into me, before you send me back to change again.

   This time I shake less, excited, and anxious to perform better with the
next outfit.  Your eyes burn into me as a walk across the shop once again
to you.  I have no problem remaining excited, and I can see that you
approve.  I feel your gaze all over my body, and I begin to ham it up more,
in response.  People may have started to stare, I really have no idea. 
Part of my brain said, "How can you be so into this ?, You are just a guy
trying on clothes." But with each outfit you seemed to enjoy it more, and I
got a little more into it, and a little more crazy.  I was really enjoying
this.  I hate shopping.  And I should be horribly embarrassed, what is
going on ?  I put on the last outfit, and walk out.  You meet me half way
across the store put your arm around me and playfully slapped my ass. 
Maybe a little harder than playfully, but no one seemed to notice.  You
then told me to wait inline at the counter, in the pair of tight leather
pants, and satin shirt you has picked out for me.

   You left me there in line and went to collect my original clothing from
the dressing room.  I began to notice how many people were now in the
store, and how many of their eyes were on me, when you returned, my clothes
now in a plastic shopping bag that I had not seen before.  You wrapped your
arm around my waist, and with a finger from the other hand, under my chin,
turned and tilted my head to meet your gaze.  "You look very good, b, and
you have made me very happy with how well you behaved on our little
shopping trip." I feel so good at this praise I almost melted.  Then
turning to address not just the clerk but all those near the registers you
say : "Doesn't my pretty boy look great ?  I insist that he wear these out
of the store." Now turning to face the clerk directly.  "You will ring us
out without him having to change clothes wont you?" The clerk looked quite
taken back at this request, but muttered something like "the customer is
always right", and started toward me with the scanning gun.  If it were
possible I was getting even more aroused, as I just knew she would have to
scan some tag on my inseam or something like that.  Then She reached behind
me and grabbed the collar of my shirt, and scanned the tag.  I jumped a
little, when She reached down and grabbed the waistband of the pants and
pulled out the other tag.

   I guess you saw my reaction because the next thing I know your arm is
around me, and your hand has slid down into my pants, and you are cupping
my ass in your hand.  The clerk seems to notice nothing unusual as you
continue to fondle my bare ass inside my clothes, while you hand the woman
a credit card to pay for the clothes.  Somehow you manage to complete the
entire transaction, grab the bag of clothes I came in wearing, and lead me
out of the store at a saunter, without letting go of my ass.  Just as we
leave the store, you stop, slide your hand out of my pants press your body
tightly against me so I feel your nipples through the back of my shirt,
wrap your arm around me, and slide your hand back into my pants, grabbing
my throbbing cock.  Your warm breath accentuates the husky whisper of your
voice as you purr in my ear.  "That was fun, boy, and I think you are
learning well, and I know you had a good time." At the word "good" your
hand tightens around my cock, and you squeeze just a drop of precum from
me. You bring your finger up to my lips so that I can taste it.  Then you
spun me to face you, and kissed me deeply for a taste of your own.

   To be continued in part two.