Her feet were killing her and her briefcase felt like it weighed a ton, crammed with expense reports and file folders and who knows what else. Truth be told, I had never really been the sort of man who could hold out for very long, ever.All day long she’d been talking to clients, sitting in meetings, on the phone. But with Lynn, I had always been even a bit shorter on the trigger, and for the last couple of years, (actually ever since we really started playing the Mistress/slave game with some ‘conviction’), I am ashamed, (but forced, quite literally actually, but more on that later), to admit that I had indeed been able to ‘hold out’ for only a very short amount of time. Submitted by: Candace Apples Get your reading glasses on, this is a bit of an epic but well worth the read.
I had related part of this in written form for Her, and only Her, after it first happened – which explains the narrative form.. She picked up the phone – the voice at the other end was deep and seductive. But every now and then we slip into a Mistress/slave relationship. During our most recent excursion into the realm of fantasy, Lynn decided to add a relatively new twist… Knowing the effect she was having on me, she smiled smugly holding my stare, letting the moment sink in.