I would have been cowering in his place, cringing eagerly by the side of such a cruel master. I would have been reverent and in awe of the fact that I...could experience his whips, fearfully nipping his fingertips with small pleas of mercy on my tongue.I lowered my gaze and finished walking to Calloway’s side, reminded that I didn’t get to experience the intimate dance with his whips. I was jealous of his sub, viciously so, and the defeated subjugation from before came back to me. I didn’t have. I called Jesse's house, but no one was home. Greg'shouse was just across the street, so I decided to walkover, through the pain of a crampy stomach, and havehim set me right. If he used those soft hands on mejust right, I was prepared, I thought, to suck hisnice thin prick and swallow his boyish cream. A bigstep for me. But I was feeling good about it.As I crossed the street, I realized that I was inboy's clothes, with no make-up. I had panties on, ofcourse, but I wondered if it would seem too. I’m practically dripping as I part my soft lips and rub my juices over my swollen clit. “Does that feel good?” you ask and though it would feel better if it were your fingers on me, I can’t deny that it does. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice cracking with desire. “Would you like me to touch it?” you ask and I answer you non-verbally by removing my fingers and shifting closer to you. The second your fingers make contact I’m moaning and writhing around, arching my back. It’s been a long time since I. The work help keep my mind off the situation with Sam. The nights by myself were tough. Sam called my cell the day after I got home. I saw it was her and let it go to voice mail. I did the same thing the next six or seven times she called. Okay, so I’m a coward. I just didn’t want to take the final step and break up with her. I didn’t have the guts to talk to her as it was not going to be pleasant. About the fifth day home, the phone at my house rang about 7:30 in the evening. If I had caller.