The next hour was spent soaking in a very hot bath, with my landline unplugged and my mobile switched off. As usual, I took a book, Terry Pratchett's ...Going Postal', with me, but even his usual brilliance couldn't hold my attention, the recent events would not let my mind wander as it should. When I managed to drag my prune-textured body out of the water, I was still as bewildered as before.I needed to talk to someone, or more likely, at someone. I briefly considered my children, but discounted. An understanding gentleness, touched by the sweetness of childhood daisy-chains and shy first kisses. The mellow passion of a loving partner together enamoured through a life shared.I have stories enough to fill a library, dear reader, a bittersweet mix of the traumatic and ecstatic, and I hope to regale you of them all in time. For now, though – a story of blossoming attraction and of newfound sensuality despite the distance.Ch.01I suppose we found each other, really. Shy and inexperienced. The morning light was coming in through the windows but she had no other indication how early or late it was. Sometime in the night Lord Blackmon had connected her collar to a short chain attached to the head of the bed so she could not get up and find out, get food or even pee. All she could to was lay there, touching herself and thinking about the night before.She had been awake for more than an hour when he came back into the room. He had dressed in soft pants, a tee shirt and sandals. “Good. The main basic calculation about Jaanu which i made wrong was her b-size. I had thought that like her friend, she too had big b’s (~32 or 34b/c), but she just had 28b which she told me to say that she had small b’s and wished they were around 32b. I told i can help her with it. At that time, she didn’t get what i meant.In further couple of months i became her tutor about romance (just theory) as she didn’t knew much things. One fine day, she did propose me. I thought for a while and agreed. We.