‘I took a very literal view of that. To prove a point, I sliced my arm open – this one.’ I pulled my sleeve back and fingered a two-inch long sc...r on my left arm. ‘I ended the relationship that day. ‘Ilsa had severe mental issues – she was sexually frustrated, disliked her parents, and had severe personality disorders. I was struggling with the same problems, and she was pouring all of her problems onto me. I like to think I’m a kind, helping sort of person, and I was trying to solve her. ’ ‘Do you truly mean that?’ Richard asked as he gently caressed my left cheek with the back of his right hand. ‘I do,’ was my reply which even surprised me. Richard knew that I was rather submissive but I had never imagined that this meeting would have triggered such absolute abandon in me. I found myself truly ready to do whatever he would ask of me, and part of me secretly hoped that he would ask some truly unspeakable things of me. Richard only smiled and resumed to walk with me still. I'd dreaded this day for weeks now, and it was finally here. Although to be honest less than a month ago, today was all I had dreamed about. It's funny how 10 seconds of vision and a few words can change the entire path of a life, or actually two lives.In a moment of clarity, I realized that I didn't belong here, although if you'd asked most of the people assembled, they'd have said just the opposite. "Rob, out of all of us you have the most right to be there," most would have said. They'd have. Placing a hand on my pants, I shifted slightly to the side and adjusted before I sat back and let out a puff of air, relaxing. Clearing my throat after a moment, my voice echoed slightly against the wood paneling. “I’d love a cigarette right now.” Waiting to see if she would take the cue, I was very pleased as my slave rose and returned a moment later with a cigarette. Taking it from her delicate fingertips, I took a puff then sat up straight as my slave sat where my submissive had just left..