As we chatted back and forth, I began to realize that this woman liked the same things I did, in fact was looking for a master to teach her about her ...ubmissive side. I let her know that I was a master and would be willing to have her as slave for a while and train her, and she became mine. I started her training right off, having her take pictures and make videos, and making her go out and get herself a collar, which she was required to wear whenever we were online together or she made a new. So what do you think about that?” I gave him another drink of his beer and was really enjoying him scrunching his hand on my tip and squeezing my nipple. I handed his bottle to Mommy and said just a minute while I took a big swig of my ginger ale, mostly to give myself time to think a minute. I slid my hand over to his cock and started rubbing while I drank. He was starting to get hard again, and I liked that coz I knew what was coming for me – THIRD BASE!!!! Finally, while I’ve still got. "Let me rub your back Joe," I told him. "You work so hard, I am so sorry I was in a bad mood this morning, but I am in a good mood now." I started to massage Joe and whisper in his ear. "I thought about your cock all day," I said softly.Joe was silent, I don't think he was expecting the royal treatment, but his cock was standing up and tenting his pants. "Oh no, what's that?" I teased. "You must be so stressed, you really need to be taken care of huh?" I reached for his pants, but I took. I knocked on my old bedroom door. I still felt hurt about it's loss, but for some reason I know couldn't help but think that my new room was more 'me'. The idea of spending any extended time in my messy old room really made me feel a bit..well...icky. There was no other word to describe it. It was like I'd developed an allergy to dirt and mess. The door opened, and I saw myself standing on the other side, with my jaw dropped to the floor. Correct that: I saw myself as I used to be. It.