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had created was a particular pleasure for her. I wanted to beg
her to touch me, to put her fingers deep into the burning desire she enticed,
but begging was forbidden.
    I lay there across her lap, knowing she would not willingly
give me what I craved, but still wanting her to just take all I would gladly
give her. Instead, she released the collar and then me. I was kneeling at her
feet again while she tucked her cock back into her pants and stood, dropping
the collar into the seat of the chair.
    “You may get dressed now. We have reservations at 8:00.”
    I stood for the first time in several hours. Stiff and
regretting my decisions, I boldly announced, “I’m going to take a shower.”
    “No. You are not. I want you to hold your misery between
your legs and be reminded of your choice.”
    She wasn’t looking at me when she spoke, but I knew she was
serious. “Put on a dress and heels, with nothing more. I want you fully
accessible.” As I walked past her into my bedroom, she turned to look at me. “I
so love it when your ass burns for me.”
    She spent three more days with me and then she was gone
again. I knew she worked at an exclusive resort several hours up the coast, but
for some reason exactly what she did there was just never fully discussed. Not
for lack of curiosity, but she had a way of diverting my attention and making
me forget everything but pleasing her.

 
    ~~~ 2 ~~~

 
    Several days later, my mind drifted back. As I opened boxes
of newly arrived best-sellers and then looked up some first editions I’d found
in an old trunk in the back corner of the basement, the delicious memory of
that night at the restaurant flooded over me…

 
    Sitting in the center of a crowed bistro with her hand up my
dress had made me feel completely powerless and more excited than I had ever
been. My body tingled as the familiar look set on her face. I felt her insistence
on my cooperation in the firm grasp on my thigh and the domination in her eyes
as she silently ordered me to allow her access. Knowing full well I would only
be satisfied when and where she chose only made me hotter. My inability to
resist was the direct result of my own desire to please her. Learning to
appreciate the scope of her control was my biggest challenge – and my
deepest contentment.
    Her fingers had worked attentively while she calmly recited
to the waiter from the menu in her other hand. I smiled through clenched teeth
and pounding desire, wanting her to fuck me right there on the table. She
pulled me right to the edge only to push me back several times throughout the
equally tantalizing meal. The decadent dessert arrived, and I hardly noticed
the sweet cream and warm chocolate she placed in my mouth just as she plunged
her stiff fingers deeply into me, causing a profound vocal moan and then an
immediate heightened awareness of where I actually was. My expression must have
been obvious to everyone alerted by the sound. Several couples placed orders
for that particular dessert as we finished our wine.

 
 
    Lesson Two

 
    It had been almost two weeks since I’d seen her; and only
two brief phone calls and only one of those allowing me the physical release I
so desperately craved. She was firm on that particular rule. If I needed to
satisfy myself without her, then I obviously didn’t need her. I had no idea
when she would return, and thinking about her all the time did not help with
the distractions caused by my need. When she was away for so long, I sometimes
wondered if she was just another fantasy stirred by my dreams. Why would I
allow my body to go unsatisfied for so long simply because she demanded it? I should just go upstairs and take care of
this need and be done with it. The memory of the first and only time I had
tried this stirred deep inside me. I had been convinced there could be no way
she’d ever know what I did when she wasn’t with me. My bath – and the
fact that she had left me with such a yearning for