the wench has potential

andrew is really growing and the slut that disappeared has reappeared with surprises in tow. I allowed her to return as long as andrew understood that I'm the only person allowed to torture him so the girl is now only for fucking and use and not to be reveared as a girlfriend. People that leave once with no explanations and return with no explanations will leave again.. with no explanations. That being said... she is open to most anything and I think she has potential to be lead into the leather lifestyle.... I'm pulling those strings of course, through andrew... it's been fun.. and I'm sure there is more to come.

I think andrew is still a little baffled by My indifference to his relationship with other women. Not only am I not bothered by it but I encourage it.

A Night With Jessica

Too much has happened since I last wrote for there to be an easy place
to start this story, I guess the best place to start would be a
little over one month ago, Saturday April 12th, the day I got my
collar back. The day I got my collar back was a rainy April day, and
while I sat wearing my beautiful collar and leash barely hidden by my
light t-shirt inside one of my Mistress's favorite restaurants, my
Mistress asked me in passing about Jessica. Now for those of you that
don't know, or have forgotten, Jessica is….hard to explain, first she
was my Fuck Buddy (I hate that phrase, but my Mistress says that's
what she was), then my girlfriend, then she disappeared for about a
forty days, and then she became my most frequent incoming call. When
Jessica disappeared without any reason, or even a plausible excuse, I
was very upset, I never cried, but it was a real low point for me
because I really thought things were going well between us.

About two weeks after her disappearance I started to get late night
phone calls from her, I would be dead asleep at around two in the
morning when my phone would ring a few times, but when I picked it up,
she was never there (In hindsight I think she was just waiting for me
to call her back, which was not going to happen). Finally one Saturday
she called around noon, and instead of the usual silence when I picked
up the phone, it was her, she sounded like a mixture of sad,
desperate, and scared, and begged me to listen to what she had to say.
The call lasted almost an hour, but instead of answers, all I got were
more questions, she never gave me the reason she left, at least not
the real one, she threw every cliché breakup reason there is at me,
everything from "I didn't feel stable with you" to "I just sort of
freaked out, and I couldn't have anyone extra in my life." More than
her excuses, what surprised me the most was when she asked if she
could come over my house, I told her I would need some time to think
about it, and so began my first telephone relationship. To be
truthful, the reason I didn't invite her over that second was because
I knew if I did she would think I was either desperate or willing to
let her get away with anything and I knew my Mistress would not be
happy with my brash decision.

OK, so lets fast forward now to about three weeks ago, when I let
Jessica back into my apartment, or more importantly, back into my
life, as I sat on my couch waiting for the call that would tell me she
was outside, I was definitely nervous about what was going to happen.
I had never been dumped by a girl, and then had her beg me to take her
back, so I really didn't know what to expect from her. Would we have
sex? Would we just talk the whole night? Would she cry? Previous to
her coming over I had called my Mistress who graciously said that I
was allowed to cum that night (For around four months now my Mistress
has been controlling or denying my orgasm, I now have to call and beg
her for her express permission to cum) if sex should come up. What
happened next was amazing, she opened my side door, walked down my
stairs, and then practically ran across the living room to sit next to
me, she put her right hand on my inner thigh and smiled at me.
Suddenly it all made sense, why she wanted to come over right away,
why she called everyday, why she never found another guy, she missed
me, she really did love me, she was the desperate one, and for the
first time ever I found myself in a relationship where I had the upper
hand. We had sex that night five times, I think it was obvious to both
of us just how much we had missed each other, that first night
together ended with her laying next to me in bed, in what I like to
call a "sexual coma" (A post orgasm trance like state where the woman
becomes incoherent and unable to move under her own power without
extreme difficulty, speech is impossible, as is normal breathing:) and
me smiling, thinking about how lucky I was to have two beautiful
blonde women in my life again.

It's important to know, if you haven't realized already, that Jessica
does not know that my Mistress, who is firmly in control of our
"relationship", exists, or that my Mistress is grooming her to become
something much more than just a fuck-buddy or a girlfriend. Mistress
eventually wants her to come and play with us, though I'm not sure
what role Jessica would play, obviously she would be submissive to my
Mistress, but how would our (Mine and Jessica's) relationship change?
Would she serve my Mistress along side me? Would my Mistress train her
to be dominant towards me? I'm honestly not sure what would happen, or
what would change, I'm actually trying not to think about it right
now, I'm sure I will find out in due time, and I'm positive that I
won't have much say in it anyway.

Moving forward again to just a few days ago, with the permission my
Mistress, Jessica and I were allowed to have bondage sex again, for
the first time in over a month. Jessica was the one who brought it, up
asking me when I would tie her up again, and once I had permission, I
didn't waste any time asking her to come over one night. After some
television and a light dinner together we got to business, I tied her
naked, spread-eagled at the wrists and ankles across my queen sized
bed, not tightly, but tight enough where she couldn't move her limbs
more than a few inches, so while she wasn't in any pain, she was very
helpless. After some kissing and smiles from her (She always smiles,
at least at the beginning) I slid two of my pillows under the small of
her back, propping her up just enough for what I had planned, then I
slowly kneeled down between her legs at the foot of the bed, and began
to lick her pussy. By stopping and starting, and moving up to play
with her nipples while listening to her beg me to finish the job, I
made her wait over an hour for her first orgasm, she came like a
fountain and soaked both of my pillows as well as my sheets, but I
didn't care. After I cleaned her off, I untied her ankles and we had
very slow passionate sex, lots of kissing, she made me remember that
night how much fun it was to be the dominant, and though I have NO
thoughts of EVER switching over, I have to admit, I'm getting pretty
good at it. Then amid the sweet talking, she said the one thing I was
waiting to hear, "tomorrow night it's your turn baby" then she said
something unexpected "my parents are out of town, your coming up to my
room, your going to be the first boy to fuck me in my own bed, if your
lucky" and she smiled her deep sexy smile, while her eyes seemed to
shine even brighter than before.

The next day crawled; work seemed to take sixteen hours instead of
eight, finally I was home for the day, now it was time for today's
biggest hurdle, I had to call my Mistress and beg her to let me cum
that night. Even though my Mistress was fully aware of what was going
on, she could still deny me, saying something like "Do I care about
what she wants to do with you?" Luckily she relented, and allowed me
back to back days with an orgasm, I showered, shaved, dressed in some
of my nicer clothes, put some cologne on, and headed out to see
Jessica. I had been to her house before, when I first met her parents
while we were dating, but I had never even seen her room, and as I
stood on her porch waiting for her to unlock the door and let me in, I
began to get slightly nervous. She let me in with a kiss, grabbing
handfuls of my hair to pull me towards her, we both half sat half fell
onto her living room couch, still lip locked, pulling me closer she
whispered in my ear "Take all of your clothes off, right now, you
belong to me tonight" leaving my clothes on the floor, she reached
down and grabbed my cock, then led me upstairs with it. Her bed was
stripped down to the bare mattress, with a rope at each corner tied to
the leg of the bed (She told me later on that she took the rope off
her dads boat next to the house), it was a sharp contrast to the rest
of her room, which was left almost unchanged when she graduated high
school in 2003. It was a little unnerving to be in her room,
surrounded by posters of boy bands, and pictures of the cheerleading
squad, and prom, amidst shelves of dolls and stuffed animals. After a
few seconds of silence she gave me a little tug which brought me back
to the situation at hand, she had me get on the bed and tied me down,
tighter than I imagined she would, then she pulled out the first of
that nights surprises from under her pillows, a red satin blindfold,
one of the ones you would sleep with, but it did the trick as my world
faded to black, and I felt my erection grow a little harder.

So there I was, tied to her bed, blindfolded, she did to me what I did
to her the previous night, she got between my legs and began to suck
my dick, she teased me for almost two hours, to the point where I was
pulling at the ropes, begging her to make me cum. Finally she did, she
took it all, and I'm sure that there must have been a lot. I felt her
get off the bed and heard her moving around the room, and then I felt
her swing a leg over me, (so she was sitting on my chest now), then I
smelled something that made my erection return almost immediately, she
didn't have to say a word as she pressed the warm and fragrant soles
of her tiny feet against my lips. She had me worship her feet for
about ten minutes, then eat her for about twenty( She had shaven her
pussy bare, and shuddered the second my tongue made contact with her
sensitive skin), she was so wet she was dripping as she sat on my
face, letting me up to breathe, then pulling my head back between her
thighs, I'm not sure how many times she came before she leaned forward
and laid next to me. After some more kissing she started to untie me,
then stopped, still blindfolded I wasn't sure what was going on, then
she knelt down next to me on the bed and said "We're going to be doing
this a lot from now on, I think we both really like what's been going
on, right?" I pretended to think about it for a second then replied
"Your right, I wouldn't mind doing this more often, I like it." With
that she took the blindfold off me smiled, and sat on my tongue for
the night's last orgasm, when she finally came back out of her sex
coma she untied me and I drove home. If I hadn't had work the next
day, I would have spend the night, she was certainly not my Mistress,
and in my mind she's still exploring what she's interested in, playing
right into my Mistress's hands.

I really think good things on the horizon, my goal for the summer is
to be out of my house by the end of August, and in an apartment by
myself, so I'm free to do what I want, as well as what my Mistress
wants. There are only sixteen days until my twenty-second birthday,
which promises to be my best one yet, I know Jessica will probably get
me something, regardless of what shape our relationship has taken, I
wonder though…does a Mistress do anything special for their slut's
birthday? An in just 46 days, I will be with my Mistress for one full
year, it truly has been a year of great change, most of that change
stemming from my Mistress, but looking back I would not change a
single thing. Andrew[Ky]