He was trembling and in obviousdiscomfort but he managed a timid smile as I glanced athim. I wondered if he had just been ‘treated’ also, butwas t...o embarrassed to ask so I sauntered through thecreaking screen door and out to the comfort of my truckresolved to sit in the bathtub filled with ice water.By the time I got home from the clinic, the burning inmy torso was replaced by a dull throbbing, but my mindwas in overdrive from the morning’s events. Somehow,the entire ‘session’ seemed surreal;. "And what would you do for your Mistress?" she asked in a whisper."Anything Mistress wants." I sighed."Good," she started, "There is hope for you yet, slave boy."I wasn't sure what to make of that last response. This whole thing was such a surprise, such an unexpected event, it all seemed so surreal.I just sat back as Mistress Leah held me tight by the cock, occasionally stroking it a bit before grabbing it tight at the base. I strained at the chains that bound my hands, unable to do much else.. The client suggested a dinner meeting instead. I’ll return to his me to freshen up before dinner meeting. I was reading the paper as i waited for the appointed time when the telephone rang. “Shailu?” said the voice, “this is Sharad.” I returned the greeting and listened while Sharad told me that he would unable to meet for dinner. “Look Shailu” Sharad continued,” As far as I’m concerned, it’s a done deal. I just faxed the signed contract to you at your office.” “Thank you, Sharad, I appreciate. “Erm, sure.”“You stop calling me Christina and start calling me Tina. Like all my friends do.”With a sheepish smile, he said, “I didn’t like to presume. Perhaps tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at eight?” As I nodded, he hefted his bag onto his shoulder, “Great, I’ll see you then, bye. Bye, Diane.” And was gone.“Told you,” said Diane, “though I think he’s just as nervous, see how he scurried off?”“How can you say that? He bought me a drink and threw out one of your friends all while naked. What’s he.