1 comments/ 13021 views/ 0 favorites Thursday to Saturday Ch. 01 By: majka THURSDAY After work, I met him at the pub. I was wearing a nice matching skirt/blouse outfit patterned with flowers with pink, white, and olive green accents, a black cardigan sweater, and 3" open-toed sandals...my panties were a lacy black boy-cut thong, and I had on a black bra. My hair was down, and my make-up was light. I looked pretty good, which, to some I’m sure would have been a criminal understatement… I arrived first. I immediately noticed the glances and looks from some of the men seated at tables near and at the bar. It was just as nerve-wracking as it had been the first time I met him there. It seemed every other man was hoping I was there for him! I was too nervous to repay any of the glances and just set my sights for the bar. As I stood there waiting to be served (how ironic), from behind me I could hear someone enter the establishment. I did not turn around because my intuition told me it was him. The bar back had some mirrors on it, but not enough to give full reflection of the entire pub, but what I could make out of this newcomer's reflection was a hand - a single hand, a man's hand. The way he just stood there - the hand remained motionless for many seconds - I couldn't take my eyes off that hand. Perhaps he was looking left, or right, looking for me, maybe he even noticed me and was waiting for me to turn around. Judging by how hard my heart suddenly began to beat, I didn't question for a second that it was his hand's reflection. I had to pull my stare from the mirror to the bartender as he served my beer. As I was waiting for change, I felt two hands gently taking hold of my waist and a body leaning into me. I stood there for a moment. Do you know how, in so short a period of time, so many thoughts can race through your mind? I had countless thoughts at that moment, but I think the main thought I had was, “Oh my! Are other people seeing this?” So, I turned around, we locked eyes for a moment, then to save my “embarrassment” of being watched by the other patrons, I kissed him gently on the lips and put my arms around him and hugged him. This was not previously discussed and I instantly wondered if my impulsive action would warrant some kind of punishment. When we pulled away, the conversation was brief. I asked him if he would like a beer, then I ordered and paid for it. At that moment, we were off to find a seat. This pub is quite large – 2 general seating areas – the bar and the dining area. The dining area is its own separate room, but it’s very open, and rounded with lots of windows. He chose a seat farthest from anyone else in the room, though the few who were there were seated far enough from each other that we only had 1 empty table between us and the guy eating alone. Our spot was nice, though – sort of around the corner, somewhat private. Of course, my first question was, “Where’s jennifer?” He said that she was not behaving properly and that they had spent some time in the car across the street trying to talk things through before coming to meet me. But he had decided that she needed some time alone to think and get ready for the evening, and when she felt she was ready to join us, she was to phone him (via text message) and apologize, and state that she was in a better frame of mind. For the next few minutes, we did our usual gazing hard into each other’s eyes…He has a very piercing gaze, and apparently I do, too! He says my eyes are the most beautiful brown eyes he’s ever seen, and that he has never experienced anyone looking so deeply into him as I have. I believe this, too. He does not tell stories. Initially, we just visited as friends. No role-playing. I needed this, but I did notice that I was MUCH less nervous meeting him this third time than I was the other two. As we sat there, my hand in his, smiling wryly and getting more and more turned on with every passing second, his phone buzzed. It was jennifer. She apologized for her behavior and said that she was ready to join us now. She asked, “May I join you and melanie now?” He showed me his phone with this message, and then he said to me, “You know, I don’t know if I’M ready for her to join us just yet…I think I’ll keep her waiting for a few more minutes…” (that riled me in a way i can only describe as "worthy of a squirm or two"!) So, we ordered another beer. When the waitress brought it, he messaged her and said that she may join us. This was the moment I became nervous all over again. I had met her once, but it was brief…during that brief interlude, she had licked my pussy as i was on all fours while he spanked my ass. We kissed then, too, but it was so brief…There was so much more than the acts we engaged in that was not physical, but emotional and mental, and I knew I liked her very much. However, I knew that I now had the rest of this evening as well as the entire NEXT evening to be with her, and the excitement was more than I could bear! I could see her crossing the street, then she vanished behind a large cement cylinder beam (to compose herself, she admitted later) and as soon as I saw her step from behind the beam, I turned back around to him. He could sense my excitement, and stated so. “You’re excited to see Jennifer, aren’t you! I can tell! She's excited to see you, too, melanie.” I was practically soaking straight through my skirt by this time. He instructed me to greet her and show her to our table, but as soon as I got up and walked a few steps, there she was. It was a brief moment of shock – but then we hugged tightly and we walked to the table. She sat next to me; we sat across from him. When we were seated and comfortable, all she and I could do was look at each other with curious, hungry, wanting eyes. He just sat there, admiring all of this…He knew how lucky he was, and how lucky we all were…How we all managed to get along so well with each other was just pure luck – plain and simple! Some time passed, conversation was had. Then, out of nowhere, he blurted out (not loudly, but loud enough for US to hear), “I would like to taste melanie…” My eyes opened wide, and I thought for a moment he was going to have her reach up my skirt from under the table and finger my pussy then put her fingers in his mouth! But that was not his plan. He sent us to the restroom together. From there we were on our own. We went to the restroom, which has only 2 stalls, one larger one for the disabled and the other was typically small. We entered the larger stall and immediately kissed each other. She is much more “frail” than I am; she’s gentle and very soft; I guess I’m a bit more aggressive and hard when it comes to kissing, but we touched lips, and oh my. SO SOFT ARE HERS. They are thin; they are beautiful. We touched tongues for a few minutes, too, but we did not let ourselves get carried away. We were not there for ourselves, after all! She bent at the knee, lifted my skirt some, and just the touch of her hands on my thighs was enough to send shivers throughout my body. She was worried about the roughness of her nails but I assured her she could not hurt me. She put her face to my pussy, over my panties and breathed in deeply…This was just too much for me! She gently took the lacy material and slid it to the side and let her fingers find out just how excited I was. (Now, if you’ve ever read my story on literotica.com called “Chance Meeting”, you would understand just how crazy-wild this is to me. Before either of these two people ever existed in my world, I wrote a story about a fantasy of mine…I will say no more about it and just leave it up to you to read it or not. Suffice to say, my fantasy became a reality right there in that stall.) When she touched my pussy, and felt my wetness, she got visibly excited – giddy almost, and stole a sweet kiss from my nether lips…I rolled my head back, closed my eyes, and a soft “mmmmmm” came from my mouth. I didn't care one single iota about anyone else in that restroom but us. I had been dreaming about being in a stall with another woman for so long, that personal appearances meant NOTHING to me. She did not dally, but instead motioned for me to spread my legs a bit farther apart and then her finger was deep inside me. She moved it around, and wriggled it a bit, and then, slowly, she pulled it out. As I composed myself, I had to pee, so she waited there, standing directly across from me, watching, as she deliberately held her hand away from her person so as not to wipe any of my juices off her finger! We returned to the table, and I quickly sat, but she stood next to him and put her finger in his mouth. All the while, he looked at me as he sucked her finger and I almost died…His gaze is so intense! Have I mentioned that before? This little bathroom rendezvous occurred twice that evening… After some time, an older lady sat next to us, so our play had to die down just a bit, but then we just got kind of tired of her…She was obviously waiting for a friend and I think our lude behavior was beginning to make her uncomfortable. It was i'm sure a sight to see me kiss Jennifer on the lips, as minutes before, she stood next to him and they kissed for several seconds... There was a point when the three of us were all sitting next to each other, their arms were around each other and me, too. Jennifer was putting her hand down the back of my skirt while he put his hand up the back of my blouse. He had sat on our side of the booth (booth-seating on our side, chair on his) because she was having trouble deciding what to order and he had come to get a better look at the menu to help her decide, not to mention, cop a little feel here or there…I could see his hands were reaching between her legs. Food came, they ate it, we had another beer, then a glass of wine, then we were out of there. I think we spent about 3 hours there. For a few steps, we walked as a threesome to the crosswalk, he in the middle and we flanking him. His hands wandered, and it felt WONDERFUL to be there at that moment. We walked singly across the street to the garage where his vehicle was parked… Little did i know, there was yet another “first” awaiting me that night…We got things rolling by Jennifer and myself sucking his cock. She had several things to teach me, as he is not an easy man to make come. He likes to be sucked VERY hard, and VERY fast, and with certain attention spent to the head and crown of his cock…Jennifer and I shared him…one suck after the other…it was nothing short of pure heaven. Then, he had the urge to make love to her, and he wanted to be on top. I lay beside them and watched. Within about 5 minutes, he was ready to come, but he wanted to come in my mouth. I was ready, let me tell you! He pulled out of her and my open mouth was waiting…As I took him in, I could taste her pussy on his cock and she was exquisite…if not a little strong, too. He came hard into my mouth and before I could swallow him down, he wanted me first to show it to him and then to share it with jennifer. I did as instructed, of course. Other activities are kind of foggy now…there was spanking and caning – jennifer got several canes for her behavior earlier, and I got some because I had let so much time pass between seeing him. As the evening came to a close and we were getting dressed again, jennifer helped me put on my sandals. She wanted to unbuckle them before I put them on, but I told her not to, that they just slid on quite easily. I should have taken her lead. I put one shoe on, no problem. The second shoe broke as I tried to stretch it around my heel. (These were my favorite shoes…sexy AND comfortable – SO hard to find!) Me and my flippity-floppity shoe made our way back across the parking lot to my car. I sat there for a moment, gathered my composure, and drove down to pay. I should have really taken at least another moment on my appearance because I must have looked like a WRECK to the elderly female attendant! (I wonder if there are cameras placed around the parking garage?) I made it home safely, but I felt quite drunk. 3 beers and a glass of wine over a 5 ½-hour period is not enough to make me drunk. I have a fairly high tolerance for alcohol to begin with. I was euphoric from having been with the two of them. Master/sub play is nearly all-consuming once you are in the thick of it. Coming back to “reality” takes some time, after all! And I must mention – I have long desired to be submissive to a kind, gentle, loving master...I never had the pleasure of really experiencing it before, but if there were a way to make this a way of life, I would do it in an instant. But there isn’t…yet? I am still a novice and have much to learn, but I’m told that I am a natural and that it is obvious my desire to please and serve. Someone so wonderful and experienced as he deserves someone like jennifer, or myself, if not both! because we also are truly gentle, loving, and kind… No, I did not have an orgasm that night with them. It was not all about me, nor was it all about the orgasm. It was about being together and having a very, VERY good time, which we did. But bigger and better things shone just over the horizon…My first night to serve him properly, without time or privacy constrictions, would follow on Friday. And I would be so lucky as to have jennifer there as my mentor, my guide, my friend… Thursday to Saturday Ch. 02 FRIDAY (One thing I forgot to mention was that on Wednesday, I received an email from him instructing me not to pleasure myself for the rest of the week....Thursday’s build-up to Friday had me squirming almost constantly!) The day dragged on and on. It was actually a HORRIBLE day at work. During my lunch hour, I raced home to take the sheets out of the dryer and make the bed. I mopped the floor with hot water (I didn’t want my house to smell chemically) and was able to shove a little bit of food down my throat with my remaining 5 minutes before having to rush back to work. The day continued to drag seemingly without end, and as luck would have it, I had to stay a half-hour late. That just added more stress and frustration. I felt very pressed for time, and did not want to have to rush! I still had so much to do in the way of preparing to receive guests at my house. There was shopping yet to do, preparation of dinner and other sensual treats to serve, I still had to “doll” myself up some, and then, of course, the most important preparation I was to complete was the enema... I had never given myself an enema before, but years ago, a guy I dated gave me one while I was taking a bath but he didn’t explain what he was doing, much less what I was supposed to do. I wound up holding the water inside for longer than I should have, and it caused me to sit on the toilet for over a half an hour. It was mildly humorous, as well as just a little painful, but because of that, you can imagine I felt a little reluctant going into it. I didn’t want to be stuck on the toilet for who knows how long; that would take away the limited time I already had to get everything ready, and I definitely wanted to have some “breathing” time before they arrived... However, my desire to be clean for him, and for myself, was much too strong to keep me from doing it. When I got home around 5:30, I lollygaged for a good hour. My mood was completely removed from the play I was to be involved in that evening, and this was NOT a good thing. I poured myself a glass of Chardonnay, lit a cigarette, sat on the couch, and tried desperately to relax for a minute. I needed a breather – BADLY! I’d been going all day long and had to let go of the day before I could begin the evening. Our communication throughout the day was extremely limited. Because of this, we had not yet been able to finalize the plan as to when he and she would be arriving. This really had me on edge, as well... Now that I was home, unfortunately we could only communicate via email until I could give him my number. After my glass of wine and cigarette, I checked my email and found one from him telling me of his current status. It was about 6:45 p.m. He would be unable to leave home until about 9:00 p.m. He would be meeting with jennifer along the way and she would follow behind him. I replied with my phone number and shortly thereafter he called. We discussed in further detail the plans of his arrival and then he asked if I’d completed my very important task of cleansing myself. I said that I had not yet, but I was excited to try, and I was most excited to be clean for him. This pleased him greatly. He said he was pleased beyond words that I trusted him and jennifer enough to invite them to my house. He asked how my day was and without going into detail, I told him. I told him I was also having a hard time getting out of my “funk” from the day and that I felt slightly overwhelmed. He urged me to relax, and to focus only on readying myself for him. He instructed me to cleanse myself directly after hanging up and assured me that knowing that I would be pleasing him would ultimately bring me pleasure. Outwardly, I agreed with him and thanked him for his advice, but internally, I was not done “breathing”... Unbeknownst to him, I did not follow his instructions to a T. Instead, I poured another glass of wine, lit another cigarette, and relaxed, MY way. This was, after all, MY time, and my time is very precious to me. After this, however, I DID retreat to the bathroom, where I followed the diagram on the FLEET brand enema kit. I sat up, on my knees on the bathroom rug, reached around behind me, then carefully inserted the plastic tip of the bottle into my anus. I then leaned forward till my head was on the rug and my ass high in the air. I squeezed ALMOST all the fluid into my anus, careful to leave some in the bottle (as it is apparently more than is needed). I could feel the cool fluid rushing into me and it was definitely a welcoming sensation. I lay on the floor, ass up, head down, waiting for the “urge” to become strong. The urge grew, and it grew, and it grew. The instructions said that 3 to 5 minutes was about long enough. I think I held for about 4 minutes? “Letting go” was no big deal this time, thankfully. It was not painful, but it did take a little while. The end result (pun intended) is one very clean anus; I wanted that just as much as he did. After that, I changed my clothes. I put on a skirt and a low cut blouse. I wore pink lacy boy-cut panties and managed to forget to NOT wear a bra. I touched up my make-up and spritzed my hair and voila! I was done. I feel lucky that it doesn’t take much time for me to “get ready”. I don’t wear a lot of make-up, and my hair is all one length and slightly naturally wavy, so maintenance is a breeze. He likes a more natural look anyway. One final once-over and I felt confident that he would be pleased with me. I could feel myself begin to let go of some control... I went to the kitchen to start preparing some foods. By now, the effects of the wine were wearing off a bit, so I replenished my glass. I had started to relax after the enema. That, after all, was my biggest concern time-wise. Once I was ready for him, everything else just flowed at a very nice pace. I even had time to receive a phone call from a friend. We talked for about 45 minutes. At 9:15, everything was done – all foods were wrapped in their serving dishes, ready to devour later on. I lit candles all over the house, and turned on the heater. I put a log in the fireplace and that completed the ambiance I was hoping to achieve...My house looked very warm and inviting - a perfect venue for our planned adventure. I walked around the house, checking and re-checking everything, making sure everything was in its place. All there was to do now was wait. At about 10:00, he called as he approached my exit. I talked him to my house. They parked across the street, and I stood at the door, looking through the peephole. They took what felt like forever to get their things together and to finally make it to the door. I was beginning to feel a little nervous and a LOT excited. When they finally closed the trunk of her car and headed for my door, a wave of nervousness flooded over me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This was really one of my most intense fantasies come true. The doorbell rang. I paused for 5 seconds, then opened the door. He looked wonderful. Casual-dressy, but more on the casual side...handsome as ever. I must mention his appearance here: He is about my height exactly or perhaps a half inch shorter than I am. (That puts him at about 5’7.) He is in good physical shape. He wears facial hair in the style of a van Dyke (what everyone calls a goatee), and he has dirty blonde to brown and slightly greying hair. His eyes are blue-grey. He has a nice voice – not low and deep, but mid-range and very masculine. It’s quite sexy, actually, and he has perfect inflection when he is commanding. Not DEMANDING, but gentle and to the point. I have never heard him raise his voice and I doubt I ever will. He is so very loving and generous as a master, and cares VERY deeply for his submissives. I read stories about masters who treat their slaves/submissives as well as they’d treat a rabid dog. There is definitely something for everyone out there, and I’m not here to scorn that kind of play. However, having experienced such a loving master, it seems that those who see masters as being bossy and violent are missing the point just a bit. Again – something for everyone.... Upon entering, they set their bags down, and I greeted them. He stood me still, held my face in his hands, and kissed me gently at first, then we began to press more firmly together...Jennifer stood there watching this and it was almost my first inclination to worry about her feelings, but that was just plain silly. We were all consenting to this play. She wanted to watch him with me as much as I wanted to watch her, and be watched, so I put such lame thoughts out of my head and accepted his kiss with complete lust and desire. It felt a little odd at first having them in my house. But I was ready. I had done a lot to prepare for this, and I wanted us all to reap wonderful benefits from this incredible opportunity. I took them on a quick tour and then we found ourselves back where we’d started, halfway between the living room and the kitchen. Within the first 5 minutes of their arrival, jennifer had assessed that I was wearing a bra. She moaned unhappily to Master about it and he asked her to remove my blouse and bra. This made her very happy. The house was very warm and cozy, but air, even warm air, does such a wonderful thing to nipples...like a fingerless caress, it breezes over them and pulls them out of their hiding places... As she stood behind me and removed my shirt, he stood in front of me and told me they had a surprise for me. He didn’t want me to turn around, so I stood there, topless, breasts heavy, nipples hard, looking into his eyes and watched him look over my body. From behind me, I heard a jingling sound, and thought it might be cuffs for my ankles or wrists, but it was not. She contained the jingling sound and in a moment, he was pulling my hair up from around my neck. I felt the coolness of leather wrapping around my neck and realized that the jingling was the metal rings on the collar. They collared me! It was a very special collar, too. They chose to let me wear her collar and she would wear the less decorated one. It was about 2 inches wide and it felt WONDERFUL on my neck. After she put it on and got the adjustments right, she turned me around and just stood there, mouth agape, and relished in how beautiful I looked. I probably looked just as surprised as she did enamored! I can only say that I felt like a princess in the presence of her Queen and King, special and admired, respected, and beheld, but aware of her place... She stood there for a moment, then said she had some things she needed to take care of. I led her to my room and then let her be. I then went to the living room to attend to Master's needs and desires. I asked if I could get him a drink and he said that would be wonderful. I was already feeling quite warm and fuzzy, but I asked permission to serve myself a glass of wine as well. Permission was granted. One thing we had discussed, a thing he was very excited about seeing, was that I was to serve him his drink on a tray, topless. I walked to the kitchen, prepared his drink, put it on a silver tray, and then delivered it to him. He told me to walk more slowly, which I did, and when I approached him, he told me to kneel before him. I did this, and held the tray to him. He took his drink, and I somehow managed to gracefully get up and put the tray down nearby. Jennifer appeared shortly thereafter, and he asked me to get her a drink as well. I was to serve her in the same fashion I had just served him. After we all had our drinks, he lay back on the couch and took his cock out of his pants and began to stroke himself. He made an offhand comment that he would much rather that he did not have to stroke his own cock. Jennifer was on him in an instant. She knows him so much better than I do, therefore his innuendo does not go unnoticed by her. One very important point I must stress is that I am a novice submissive. I do not have formal training, or ANY kind of training for that matter. I know that there comes naturally to me a great desire to be submissive. I have been told that I am a natural. I know what it means to respect and be respected by your master, but to actually play out this role in person is truly an entirely different dynamic than to just fantasize about it. Jennifer is very submissive, and she has been with him for quite a while now. She becomes someone else, it seems, although, I have seen her at times when she was not feeling submissive. He is good, VERY good, at getting one interested in playing her part...He is so hard to resist. The very thought of disappointing him crushes you and bam! You’re his once again. She was there to guide me. She was there to teach me how to suck his cock to orgasm... The moment she approached him, I followed and was immediately praised for this, as, of course, was she. She took his cock in her hand, and began to lap his shaft with her tongue. She knows what works for him, and I was an eager learner. She passed his cock on to me, and watched and guided, and then would show me more of how and what to do...All the while, he is just going NUTS over the two of us sucking his cock together. It was my very first time doing such a thing, but it felt so natural. I had no reservations about sharing this man with her, or being shared for that matter. If 4 more people were in the mix, I think that would have been quite alright with me! We sucked, and we licked, and we lapped...This was not to go on until he came, but he just wanted to have some pleasure doled out on him. He suggested that she and I kiss and touch each other while he went to the kitchen to get the foods I’d prepared. I had no idea how “dinner” was going to take place, but what transpired next was the furthest thing from my imagination. He brought everything to the living room table – grapes, mango, prawns, salmon, spinach salad, ice cream and chocolate sauce, and as jennifer and I sat there on our knees on the floor, he hand-fed us. One by one, each piece of food was delicately placed in our mouths...It was unbelievably sexy! I felt helplessly privileged. The dessert was the best, and I am not big on sweet foods - excellent dark chocolate sauce with good quality ice cream, which was hand-fed by the one who desired so much to care for us, to please us, and to even scare us just a little into pushing beyond our limits so that we may please him all the more. After dinner and dessert, he asked that we go to the bedroom and wait for him. We pulled the comforter back and got on the bed. A few moments later, he entered. He watched for a moment as jennifer and I caressed each other and then reached into his duffel bag. He told me to turn over and lay on my stomach, then he asked for jennifer’s assistance. It seems I have, again, failed to mention something of note: Prior to Thursday’s meeting, 60 days had passed since we had seen each other. I found it impossible to break away from home to arrange a meeting during that time, and while he was still considerate of my situation, he was none too pleased. In an email to me prior to this weekend, he had asked me to count the number of days that had passed since we last saw each other. After that, he only wrote, “It is very important that I know.” My sneaking suspicion of just why this was so important became a reality. From his duffel bag, he pulled some restraints. He worked the materials with my headboard and my wrists in an expert fashion and at long last (at least in my own world!) I was hand-bound to the bed. I hadn’t been bound for at least 10 years. It was a feeling I needed more than I realized. Well, perhaps that isn’t entirely true – I’ve been pretty aware of my needs to be bound and dominated for the greater part of my own existence. What came next was just downright incredible. He had needed jennifer’s assistance in commencing the caning. Yet another goodie in the duffel bag was a thin dowel, perhaps a ¼ inch in diameter. Jennifer had the honors of laying the first welt. And I thought the riding crop was painful! The feeling was exquisite. I felt that cane on my back, and on my ass, and just inside my thighs...We did not hit sixty because at some point I had lost count. This didn’t gain me more spankings, however, as it did jennifer the night before, but that was because there were so many...It struck master as humorous when I reacted to “60” the way I did. He thought I might be worried, or perhaps even a little frightened, but this was not so. I welcomed 60, and the idea of 60 more! It turns out that I am quite the pain slut. I didn’t choose these words, but I can’t deny them. I prefer the welts, and perhaps even a slight breaking of the skin. I like the idea of building my tolerance for pain each time I am spanked. I like to feel the residual pains from a good, hard spanking at least the next day, if not the day after that. If a scar remains from a lashing on my back or ass, I relish being able to look at it in the mirror and remember...”Pleasant reminders” is what I call them... During the caning, I became unbelievably wet. Master had instructed jennifer to help to turn me over. He wanted to penetrate me for the first time. I was floating on a cloud, reeling from the heightened sensations tingling all over my body and from knowing I would finally become His. Master told jennifer that he wanted her to put his cock inside me. This was making me feel all the more euphoric. Master had done a lot of talking about how he wanted to take my ass, and how he could not wait for that moment. However, he had not necessarily intended to take me for the first time in my ass. As I lay there, arms bound above my head, Master on top of me, looking intensely into my eyes, he told jennifer he was ready for her to put him inside of me. She had lubed me up considerably, and I remember thinking that was odd. But I did not question anything at this point. I wanted everything that was happening to continue to happen. She pressed his cock against my anus and within seconds, the head of his cock was inside me. I asked that he please go slowly and he agreed to, never removing his eyes from mine. His cock is a bit larger than I am used to, and I was beginning to feel a little discomfort. Later, he would go on to tell me that he didn’t realize jennifer was going to put him there, but he wanted to honor her decision to have him enter my ass first. I was only able to last for a few minutes. I did not have the proper duration of preparations performed on my ass in order for me to take it for very long, but I’ll tell you this: the enema worked! There was quite a bit more that happened, but by this time, it was very late. And honestly, my memory is becoming a little fuzzy now. Unfortunately, I have waited too long in telling this story that some details have faded. I don’t know how that could possibly happen, considering just how important and incredible this whole adventure is and was to me. But I must admit that this happens from time to time – I forget stuff, plain and simple. Jennifer could not stay the night, so at some ungodly hour she left. But she promised she would return in the morning sometime. I don’t even remember falling asleep, but Master says he watched as I peacefully drifted off. We slept in each other’s arms for about 4 blissful hours.