Uh, give us a sec.”Another titter rippled through the crowd. I knew my face was beet red and it wasn’t from the stage lights. As I turned away fro...m the mic, I hissed at Bruno.“Tune your bass, man!”He played each string for me until the culprit was found. His ‘A’ string was low, but he was completely lost trying to fix it under pressure.“No, the other way!” I urged, as the string visibly slackened.After what seemed like an eternity, we were finally in tune, or close enough.“Come on, Bruno, you. I continued to stroke downward over her belly. Lorrie took my right hand and guided it under the hem of the caftan. The heat of her soft skin made my cock throb and she felt it poking her in the ass. She moved back closer to me and I slid my hand over her thigh towards the junction where I knew something wonderful was lurking. She let her thighs fall open and I slid my hand over her soft pubic hair and found she was wet between her legs. I deftly maneuvered my fingers between her swollen pussy. I being a submissive, longed for a Master. I had no luck meeting a real Master. It was becoming frustrating. It wasn't until I saw Master Ross' webpage and filled out his application. I had to include a detailed background report on my upbringing and sexual history. I also had to send pictures of me naked and clothed holding a sign for Master Ross' and the current date. It wasn't until about a week later he emailed me back. He had given me a list of specific instructions and a time to chat with. There was the mirror, opposite me. My reflection had that sort of blurry still-half-asleep look, with big-bad-bed-hair and puffy eyes. But hey, she was sorta pretty, I thought. You know, I’d do her. And, knowing that I had nothing else to do, I thought I’d start the day on a high note. I wiggled down the length of the bed so I was sat on the edge, directly opposite the mirror. “Hello, pretty,” I said to myself.You have to love yourself. I learned that early on. If you don’t love yourself, you.