I had cast this spellhundreds of times growing up.I could do my makeup with magic. I tried to think how the spell couldwork. I felt the notes inside m... mind but they didn't say anything. Icouldn't read the magic. I reached up and touched my choker. I love mycollar. This thought makes me leak between my legs. I touched thegems. I could hear the music. It was beautiful. The magic wasbeautiful. This is priceless. Star has a magic collar like my collar.I love looking into the mirror. The gems. ” Master tugs on the chain, pulling me to my feet. His mouth covers mine with a passionate kiss while he pinches my firm nipples. I wince but the pain only makes my soaked pussy wetter. Master turns and pulls a key out of his jacket pocket and frees me from the chain. “Get on your knees slave,” he gently commands and I eagerly fall to my knees at his feet, looking down. Placing a hand on my head he says, “From now on you are my submissive, my slave. You address me as Master and nothing else. I. ” Of course, his logic was simple and undeniable: Why was it that the mere fact that I had watched him grow up somehow made it more acceptable for me to do it with a virtual stranger than with someone I’d know for almost thirty years? In a way, he reminded me of another old friend whose understanding and simple logic had put things into perspective for me many times. I wondered what Jamie would tell me now; deeply regretting that I had let my own doubts and fears get the better of me and sent. I did the same. He never got to see me naked either. In mid-July, I was harrowing about a mile east from the yard when the tractor I was using, ran out of gas. Alex and Lucy were in town getting supplies. If they had been home, I’d have leaned on the horn. One of them would have heard it and brought the half-ton out to where I was. It had a 50 gallon fuel tank in the back with a pump.There was no other alternative but to walk back to the yard. I knew I’d get shit from Alex for not checking the.