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physical satisfaction –
had led me that one time to disobey her direct request not to touch myself. My
moans had filled the air and just as I felt the surge run through me, I’d heard
the door to my apartment slam shut. She had caught me, and then left me to
worry about the consequences for more than 24 hours. I had been punished, and
the rule was once again explained. That wasn’t a mistake I wanted to make
again! I turned out the lights and locked the door behind me. I had to find a
distraction to keep my mind off my cravings and my hands busy.
    The street lamps were starting to hum and there was still a
winter chill in the air. I wrapped my coat tightly to me. The other shops were
also starting to close for the night. The small diner up the block offered a
hot bowl of soup and a homemade chocolate chip cookie that brought back sweet
memories of my childhood. I waved at Mr. Garrett through the window of his deli
next door. He had been a friend of my grandfather for as long as I could
remember. He’d always kept a watchful eye when I was a child playing in the
alley between the stores, and he still looked out for me now. He and his broom came
to call if any unusual activity or sound at the bookstore caught his attention.
I felt safer knowing he also lived in the apartment above his shop, as the old
downtown brick streets were all but abandoned after dark.
    I wrapped my hands around a warm bowl   and watched the
light fade into another lonely night through the large plate window. Far too
much time on my own; and I begin to wonder if the entire relationship was
purely physical. All my feelings were suddenly being controlled by my sexual
urges. Urges she had awakened or just plain created. I wasn’t sure if she truly
wanted me or if I just served a physical desire in her. My thoughts drifted. I
gathered my things and reluctantly headed for home.
    As I rounded the corner I spotted her motorcycle parked under
the dim streetlamp in front of the bookstore. I hurried my pace toward it,
heart pounding and body excited. She didn’t
call first. She always calls. She was already inside, having finally used
that key she’d insisted she would never use.
    “Hello,” I called out. The dim light from the small lamp on
my desk showed little more than shadows from the shelves. No response. Again I
called and then headed up the stairs to my apartment. The door was slightly
open, and I pushed it slowly. I could only see her silhouette in the window
behind her. As I reached for the light she spoke softly.
    “Leave it off.”
    “Is everything all right?” I asked as I placed my coat on the
hook by the door next to her heavy leather jacket.
    “Come over here.”
    Slowly moving toward her I felt the twinges of delight race
to my stomach. Low and deep they fluttered within me. She was sitting in the
chair with a glass of scotch I recognized only from the smell and the shape of
the bottle beside her on the table.
    I knelt down in front of her and waited for her first
command. She took the glass to her lips and looked at me as my eyes adjusted in
the darkness. There was something different, something unsettling, something I
wasn’t willing to unleash by misbehaving. Questions flew through my mind, but I
remained quiet and still. I wanted her to tell me what was causing her mood. She
finished the scotch in her glass and poured another, sipping it while looking
directly into my eyes the entire time. Patiently and calmly I waited. This was very
unusual. There were no words between us, but I felt her strong need to just be
with me for the first time, and I was not willing to do or say anything to
interrupt it.
    She placed the glass on the table and leaned forward. Taking
my face in her hands, she kissed me, deeply and passionately – the kiss
of a lover, not a Master. I reached my arms up and embraced her with no
hesitation. She allowed it, so I caressed the back of her neck and held her in
my arms. Holding her made like that made all my