Mel_Loves_Jess
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- Oct 22, 2008
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Hey guys! It's me again, Here goes the update.
It was Saturday night, last week. My future Master was sitting across from me in the booth at some cheesy Mexican joint, one of the ones with the ungodly huge margarita glasses. We had just recieved our chips, salsa, and some green sauce that sure as hell wasn't guac. I was nervously munching at the chips while Jesse's gorgeous blue eyes bore into mine.
"So...where's this letter you've been refusing to talk to me over the phone about ?"
I reached into my purse and pulled out a hastily scrawled, non sensical, rambling 4 page disaster. A few days prior I had texed him saying simply "therez sumthng i wntd 2 talk 2u bout." When questions, I just said it was something "personal' and that hopefully he wouldn't be surprised. The usual questions came...was I breaking up with him? Was it another man? Was I pregnant? Did I win the lotto? When I said I was going to write him a letter to read, and comforted him the best I could without revealing what the conversation was going to be about, he had instructed me to not rewrite or edit it, as I could edit any thoughts, or think twice about what I REALLY wanted to say.
"Ok" I said "Just read it all before you say anything."
He read it all, put the letter down, looked up at me and said,
"Aw baby, get over here next to me."
I scurried over to the other side of booth and put my head on his strong sexy shoulder, and rubbed his arm. He kissed my head and asked,
"Would this make you happy?"
"Baby, I LOVE what we do now, and I'm happy NOW, it's just that...you know...I've been researching this for a few years...and...uh..."
"Have you asked anybody else to do this?"
"Oh no...you're the only person I've ever trusted enough to propose this." (Which is true)
"Well, ok. I'll think about it."
"Yes Papi."
After dinner we went to watch Saw V, and he made me suck his dick in the crowded parking lot, waving at people as they walked by and their hands flew up to their mouths as they noticed what I was doing, then he made me keep the cum in the mouth until we sat down inside the theater.
Since last Saturday, he told me "I couldn't handle it". I was very sad and disappointed, so I hadn't tried to do anything to submit to him. In fact, I've been doing the exact opposite. Then, over the last few days, hes been doing everything he could to make me mad. When I told him this, he asked me,
"I told you that you couldn't handle it. You've been talking back a lot, and questioning me, and how pissed off do you think I am?"
Well, I started thinking, instead of asking him what I could do to prove I was ready, I just started mouthing off. Dammit! I couldn't answer his question.
"Well, Papi, you haven't told me anything about what we talked about."
"I shouldn't have to tell you to fucking respect me, and my descions, and my personal time, do I?"
"Well, you DID try to buttfuck me at 4am." I said softly and trailed off, realizing too late I was talking back again.
"I'm your boss. I do what I want."
Then, just before I logged on, I got a txt "Im going to bed. do not bother me until you're ready for what i have 4u."
IT STARTS!!!!!!
Thank you everyone for your great advice.
Updates as they come.
It was Saturday night, last week. My future Master was sitting across from me in the booth at some cheesy Mexican joint, one of the ones with the ungodly huge margarita glasses. We had just recieved our chips, salsa, and some green sauce that sure as hell wasn't guac. I was nervously munching at the chips while Jesse's gorgeous blue eyes bore into mine.
"So...where's this letter you've been refusing to talk to me over the phone about ?"
I reached into my purse and pulled out a hastily scrawled, non sensical, rambling 4 page disaster. A few days prior I had texed him saying simply "therez sumthng i wntd 2 talk 2u bout." When questions, I just said it was something "personal' and that hopefully he wouldn't be surprised. The usual questions came...was I breaking up with him? Was it another man? Was I pregnant? Did I win the lotto? When I said I was going to write him a letter to read, and comforted him the best I could without revealing what the conversation was going to be about, he had instructed me to not rewrite or edit it, as I could edit any thoughts, or think twice about what I REALLY wanted to say.
"Ok" I said "Just read it all before you say anything."
He read it all, put the letter down, looked up at me and said,
"Aw baby, get over here next to me."
I scurried over to the other side of booth and put my head on his strong sexy shoulder, and rubbed his arm. He kissed my head and asked,
"Would this make you happy?"
"Baby, I LOVE what we do now, and I'm happy NOW, it's just that...you know...I've been researching this for a few years...and...uh..."
"Have you asked anybody else to do this?"
"Oh no...you're the only person I've ever trusted enough to propose this." (Which is true)
"Well, ok. I'll think about it."
"Yes Papi."
After dinner we went to watch Saw V, and he made me suck his dick in the crowded parking lot, waving at people as they walked by and their hands flew up to their mouths as they noticed what I was doing, then he made me keep the cum in the mouth until we sat down inside the theater.
Since last Saturday, he told me "I couldn't handle it". I was very sad and disappointed, so I hadn't tried to do anything to submit to him. In fact, I've been doing the exact opposite. Then, over the last few days, hes been doing everything he could to make me mad. When I told him this, he asked me,
"I told you that you couldn't handle it. You've been talking back a lot, and questioning me, and how pissed off do you think I am?"
Well, I started thinking, instead of asking him what I could do to prove I was ready, I just started mouthing off. Dammit! I couldn't answer his question.
"Well, Papi, you haven't told me anything about what we talked about."
"I shouldn't have to tell you to fucking respect me, and my descions, and my personal time, do I?"
"Well, you DID try to buttfuck me at 4am." I said softly and trailed off, realizing too late I was talking back again.
"I'm your boss. I do what I want."
Then, just before I logged on, I got a txt "Im going to bed. do not bother me until you're ready for what i have 4u."
IT STARTS!!!!!!
Thank you everyone for your great advice.
Updates as they come.