My self. As I walk through the lobby my heart pounds the perfect, deep rhythm of excitement. I’m not turning back. I’m going to do it tonight. I s...ee them in the booth by the bar. I’ve seen pictures of them and talked to them on the phone three times for about a half an hour each. Yesterday it was as if they came through the phone and into my room. Their voices entered my ear and raced to my toes. I still feel the sensation of their energy inside me. He is 30 years old, 5 years older than me,. The top of the kennel acts as my Mistress's hand pushing my head down in a servile position. My body quivers in excitement knowing that any moment my Mistress will come to me. The woman who I have thought about incessantly through my eternal anguish. My entire reason for being will come to me any minute!I hear the toilet flush accentuating my desperate need to relieve myself. The sound of her walking towards the kitchen, towards the basement door, takes me to indescribable levels. I cannot. As Brook placed a foam separator between the toes on my feet, she told me she had a bunch of different colors and I had to pick the color she would use. If I picked the same color she had in mind, I would get a special treat. I looked at the colors and figured she either had the bright red or the pink in mind so I told her I picked either of those two colors. She smiled and advised me her choice was one of the colors but since I did not pick one color, I would have to beg her to paint my toes. It was me. The pain was terrific. But, hidden behind the pain, was something else. "Oh my god, Callie," Bobbi said with her slight Southern drawl, "You picked up a faggot. Look at his little cock." I looked down to see that Bobbi was right. Through my tears, I saw that my cock was sticking straight up, a small bead of precum at the tip. I felt mortified that I could be enjoying this somehow and wondered what the hell was the matter with me. I looked up to see the look of determination on.