after the incredible day i had, i was in less of a mood to chat at breakfast than usual.  for whatever reason, the other slaves also seemed unusally quiet.  i think we were all tired after three days of almost uninterrupted sex and bondage.  during breakfast the assignments were announced.  Doms might have also been tired or they had business to attend to, because very few slaves were put up for auction.  mercifically, i was not one of them.  instead i was sent to the gaming room to be with M as a chip when he played poker.  B was also a chip.  M is a good player and won again.  before he took his new prize up to his room, he told B and i that we were free for the day, but we would be on-call if he wanted us.  i was relieved.  in the morning the napped, swam a little, read, and just took it easy.  i had a very interesting conversation though with another slave.  o was from dallas, where she is the slave of a couple, he is a high level executive at exxon.  o has been a slave for over 7 years, but the couple are not her first owners.  after graduating with a masters in international finance at georgetown, she got a job at bear sterns.  it was not long before she began an affair with her boss, who was into bondage.  one thing led to another, and she ended up, quiting her job--which she did not like, and became his slave.  the problem was he worked a lot, she saw him little, and finally, he was transferred to zurich.  she could have been freed but her owner suggested selling her at the new orleans slave auction.  i told her that when i was with C, i had heard about the new orleans slave auction, but it was surrounded in myth and i wondered if it really existed.  o said it did, and she opted to be sold there.  she said historically it was a good place because one of the biggest slave auction places in the pre-civil war south was in new orleans.  also the politicans, both at the local and state level, are totally corrupt so though laws are broken, nothing happens.  also, the feds won't touch it because, as we know from the way things have been in the bush administration, money talks.  the auction house is extremely elegant, the cliental are very classy, and the slaves are the creme de la creme.  intelligent, beautiful, talented, and experienced.  i don't know how much i was sold for but it may have been six digits.  "what if you don't like the new owner?" i asked.  there is basically a one year guarantee.  if the slave leaves or is disgarded after one year, there is no refund.  but if it ends in say the first 3 months, there is 100% refund, within six months, 75%, within 9 months 50%, within 12 months 25%.  o said she likes her position, she serves both sexually.  they have great parties, both vanilla and kink, and are in the aristocracy of both worlds.  i was amazed at the people who show up for the kink parties.  would you believe the second in command of the dallas FBI?  the guy is a brute.  o said she thinks its the guys position that gets him into the parties, not his savoire faire.  o then told how she was flown to new orleans, kept in a wonderful old hotel in downtown for a few days, and then auctioned off with a four other slaves.  what brought her to shangri la?  she said her Mistress insists that her Master go to this to get him out of her hair for a few days.  also she goes to a "spa" in the bahamas with some like minded women where there are some young tanned gigilos to play around with for a week, when the women aren't playing around with themselves.  it was interesting hearing about the new orleans slave auction house, and now i know its real.  the rest of the day was quiet--lunch, more rest, reading, swimming, and light chat.  after dinner, the slaves who were not occupied, chatted and socialized.  and then we were brought to the slave quarters for the night, which turned out to be a very exciting and different one.

as i walked over to him, i again said that i want to suck.  when i got to him, i put his face casped between my cuffed hands and kissed him.  i think he was taken off guard and he, himself, was passive.  but when i started unbuttoning his shirt, he got his bearing, grabbed both of my wrists in one hand, forced me to his bed, unlocked the cuffs, swung my arms behind my back, and started tieing me up, not with rope, but with chains and locks.  very quickly he had me under control, though i continue to struggle and try to wiggle myself free from the chains.  he then put me on the floor and secured my thighs to my ankles, and had me in a kneeling position, secured by a chain from the ceiling.  i continued to wiggle and squirm but it was obvious i could not free myself.  i started cursing at him, "you bastard, i want to get out of here and suck your cock."  finally, he had enough.  standing in front, taunting me by his close presence, when i said again i want to suck him, he slapped me.  it didn't stop me.  "i want to suck you", smack.  roughly he grabbed my chin, tilted my head looking up to him and told me i was a little pussy and never to tell him want i want.  in spite, i said slowly, "i...want...to...suck..." before i could finish, smack.  i then realized that i better watch what i say.  the fight left me, but my desire didn't.  i looked down at the floor, and slowly, quietly, passively said, "please, please, Sir, i want to suck you.  please let me."  he then unzipped his pants and took out his cock, or i should say, it popped out, erect, but not real tight.  i leaned forward to suck, and P leaned back teasing me.  please, i begged, please, let me suck it.  he kept teasing me as he took off his clothes, which only increased my desire.  when finally, he stood in front of me, totally naked, i looked up at him and thought, he is gorgeous.  i was out of my mind wanting him.  P brought his cock to me, i leaned forward and he did not lean back.  i kissed it, and what i did after i only vaguely remember.  i seem to recall, i licked it, exploring with my tongue, the texture, the tightness, which got tighter, the shape, the ridges and crevices, the lips at the tip, which was a little wet, which i tasted.  i opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around it, leaning forward to get as much of it into my mouth as i could.  while i did, i rolled my tongue around it, feeling it swell and filling my mouth.  i don't know how long i did this.  periodically, P would withdraw from me, probably because he was about to have an orgasm.  when he withdrew, his cock was beet red, the skin was so tight it glissened, and it was a little difficult to get it back into my mouth because of the upward tilt it had.  but shortly before lunch, P gave me a snack by coming in my mouth.  it was quite a wad, as he had not had sex for at least two days.  i tried swallowing everything, but i little dripped out at the side of my mouth.  as his cock lost its strength, i milked it, squeezing all his juices out, and letting them drip on my tongue.  when he was dry, i then cleaned it while i thought i had to prepare it for the afternoon.

i'm flying down to temecula later this afternoon to spend a long weekend with T.  i am not at all in a bondage mood.  on monday, we are going over to friends of T for a bar-b-que.   strickly vanilla.  the friends and T have been talking about forming a syndicate to buy up some of the repossessed homes in the area, and because i've got an MBA, they want me to advise them. 

ever since i joined collar me, and posted my profile, i've received a lot of messages of Doms interested in meeting me.  i've been going through the messages slowly, picking out the ones of people who might interest me, and responded first with messages.  if things continued looking promising, i gave them my yahoo address and we got to know each other better.  during the past two months, i've found a couple of people who interested me, and we ultimately chatted on the phone and then last week i started meeting them.  so far i've met one.  i met J at a restaurant last wednesday night.  i figured that i might as well get something special out this effort, so we met at a pretty expensive restaurant.  also, i thought if the Dom couldn't pay for a good meal, i'm not interested in him.  J was very nice, and polished.  so on new years eve he took me as his date to a new years eve party.  i decided to dress nice and seductively and would try to seduce him.  i thought, instead of being a passive, submissive female, i would be an aggressive seducer, and would see how he responded.  so in addition to my rather short skirt, i wore thigh high stockings, a garter belt, a black thong, spiked heals, a black bustier.  i was ready, and i wondered if J was.  after having a nice three course meal, with a scrumptious desert, a bottle of champaign, which i think i drank too much and got a bit woosy, we headed to the party.  i don't know where the party was, because the champaign made my head swim.  we hung around for a bit, i was introduced to some people whose names i cannot remember and whose faces are now a blurr.  i don't know what time it was, but i know it was before midnight, when J and i left the party and he took me to his place. 

C went back to LA the following morning.  i had another day of meetings and seminars, but i could hardly pay any attention to what was going on.  i was so distracted by the night before.  all i could think of was the incredible experience i had.  as i looked around the rooms i was in, everything seemed unreal.  what was real were the memories of being tied up, naked, played with, aroused.  just thinking of it aroused me.  through out the day i caught myself breathing deeply, as if i were still tied up.  i hoped C would call me during the upcoming week and ask me to play with him again.  i didn't know if he would.  when he left, he said nothing about a future date, and i didn't ask.  it wasn't until late in the afternoon, when i was working out in the health spa that i started coming back to a reality that i was accustomed to.  i then thought of H.  i never asked C about my friend H.  what was she doing when he was away?  as it turned out, it was a good thing i didn't ask.  because if he told me, i probably would have been horrified, and would not have allowed myself to continue with the relationship with C.  and yet, when i became C's slave, i allowed myself to do what he did with H and i accepted it and never complained.

a couple of years after my friend H became C's 24/7 slave, i ran into C at Cedars Sinai, where he was working part-time.  i remembered him from our initial meeting when he hooked up with H, walked up to him and introduced myself.  he really couldn't remember me, which didn't surprise me since he was so focused on H.  by this time i knew that he was into kinky sex and enslaved my friend, so i was quite amused by his flirting and false kindness.  what a phoney i thought!  he invited me for coffee, which i accepted since i wasn't paying.  as we walked to the restaurant, we started talking about Cedars' art collection.  for those out there who live in l.a., and have been to Cedars, know the hospital has the sense of being the metropolitan museum of art in new york.  what astounded me, was how sophisticated C was.  he was extremely knowledgeable about art; pointing out the rausenberg, the dekoonig, and other moderns whom i never heard of.  by the time we sat down for coffee, i started to have a different opinion of C.  i chuckled to myself as i thought, maybe H doesnt have it so bad after all.