Staring some more and then turning to observe a group of girls my 'age' walk by, I asked, "Jewelry?" Bingo! But you were right about the purse too. We...l go into the Macy's and see what we can find in both regards," she suggested.She picked out a black purse to go with my current outfit and a white one to go with other outfits in my closet. Then she selected several pairs of earrings, a couple of bracelets and a ladies watch. At the checkout counter the clerk asked, "Is the jewelry for you or. ’ Paul sat down nervously beside her. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. He looked around the beach, where the next nearest company was quite a way off. ‘Naw! I wasn’t going to … you know … I’m not really that kind of guy. Not really.’ Although, when he was with Baz and Dave, and the girls were so obviously up for it, there was no doubt in his mind that he could be and, in fact, almost certainly was that kind of guy. But here, alone, with a woman more than fifteen years older than him, he. Maybe they never found it.They were stories (I now realize) that never conveyed the true wonderof giving yourself to someone as I have. Well, let's not be too modest,I realized it then too. They weren't... complete. They made me sad, butI also realized that perhaps they made other people happy. Just not me.They lacked that ingredient which Mistress provides for us. She adoresme as I adore her. But, oh but! They showed me by little sentences hereand there, that where there is submissiveness, and. I was saddened when she wouldn't letme avoid the question, so I just told her the truth about my desire tobe taken control of, about my love of pink tights and tight pinkclothing, to be made a pet, to be kept and clothed by a lovingmistress. Her only response was to ask for my Snail mail addy which Iprovided thinking I would get some letter in the mail calling me afreak. Leana then disappeared from the chat room and never responded toany of my e-mails, although I can't say I was surprised.A.