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that morning as she cast it aside.
    Picking it up, she lay back on the bed as she held it up to read it once again. “Conceited prick, ” she said to herself.
    She noticed the lettering on the card was embossed, standing out from the surface. She found herself running her fingers gently over the little handcuffs, then up and down the riding crop. “What the hell does this guy get up to?”
    She then realized her legs had closed and without consciously thinking about it, she was pressing her thighs together. He had said he wanted to see her again. Did she want to see him again? She knew what the answer was even though she was conflicted. She HAD to see him again, or at least to call him to see how this would pan out.
    Having heard about bondage and discipline , or B&D as it was known in the stories she had read, it was unclear to her why anyone would be interested in handcuffs and a riding crop. And what part did a mask play in all of this? A little shudder went through her as she ran this through her mind. She thought back to when previous lovers had held her wrists over her head as they had their way with her and how that temporary feeling of helplessness just added to her excitement. Her right hand drifted down to her breasts, and she gently pinched her nipple though the material of her bra and felt it harden to her touch before moving to her remaining nipple, yielding the same result. She wanted to call him, but she knew she should not call while she was in this frame of mind. She needed to be cool and in control of the call. She could not trust herself at this point.
    Rolling over, she put the card back on the bedside table in front of her phone before opening the bottom drawer of her bedside table. She was not looking and initially her hand closed around Big Black. She thought for a few seconds before releasing it and retrieving her vibrating egg. Holding the egg against the outside of her lace panties, she could feel the moisture that had already darkened the red lace covering her labia. She wound up the variable control wheel with her other hand, and her mind conjured up a vision of Mr. James, his leather clad legs straddling her as he pulled both of her arms up over her head. She imagined the steel handcuffs closing over her wrists as she stared at his bulging crotch, hiding its contents with the layer of black leather that she obviously found so intriguing. The egg was doing its job as it took her where she wanted to go…
    Eventually , she wound back the control to zero and relaxed, her body and mind spent. Mr. James was not a priority anymore, and she only thought of him as a vague and unimportant weirdo. Over the next couple of hours she gave him little thought as she went about her nightly business, but it wasn’t too long before he crept back into her thoughts. She knew enough about herself to realize that he was not simply going away, and because she was wont to make decisions early, sometimes regretting them later, she decided she was going to call him.
    Because it would be a phone call, she would have control in that anytime she felt uncomfortable she could simply hang up , and that would be the end of it. She also reasoned that because he had maintained so much control over last night’s activities, actually total control, she would take great delight in giving him some of his own treatment back. She would see who would acquiesce to whom.
    After finishing dinner and her usual single glass of wine, she decided another glass was not unreasonable under the circumstances . As she sipped the second glass, she was feeling a little buzz. That’s when she decided she had to make the call. She had thought a lot about it and had run different scenarios through her mind. “We’ll see who controls the conversation this time,” she said to herself as she picked up the phone.
    She made herself comfortable on her bed before dialing the cell phone number on the card. Her fingers were shaking as she sought out each