I had just moved into the city, so didn't know anyone. We both lived close to the high school, and ended up walking in the same direction for a while,...and she was in a couple of my classes. We became friends quickly.I was attracted to her almost at once, but was nervous about trying anything more than friendship. Jenny was beautiful, long blond hair, sparking blue eyes, and a body to die for. She had little dimples in her cheeks when she smiled. I was smitten.However, it took me until after the. She held out her hand. “Well, let me have them,” she said, grinning. I handed over the bag.“Go upstairs and try them on with something sexy,” I suggested. “Might as well make sure they’re the right pair for you.”She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Come up in about fifteen minutes,” she said. Again I started the timer on my cell phone as she headed up.That was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. But again, I was determined not to be early. I waited until the timer went off, then I waited. Inside our house there were dirty dishes in the sink. “Marissa,” I hollered as I ran up the stairs.I saw her cell phone on the nightstand. I was a little surprised because she usually carries it with her. Picking it up, I entered her access code and looked at her call list. There were several calls to and from Tony. She had even added him to her speed dial list. I ran downstairs and got back into my car and drove like a madman the short distance to Tony’s house.Tony answered the door wearing an. .. Mistress and me.Mistress and me. Now. There it is. The words ring in my head and it's just as well that I don't have anything else to do but stand here and being felt up and down. I'd definitely fuck up any command right now as my mind processes the thought. She's the mistress, I'm the slave. That's what this is all about. I guess my subconsciousnes knew it all along, but only now did it allow the thought to enter my consciousness.Mistress and slave. Ok. So far, so bad. I don't want to be.