‘How could that be?’ I’d asked her, and she answered with a single word: Love. To hear her describe it, servitude was like floating in a constan...t sea of love. Submerged in it, surrounded. Devotion to the Lady her sole guiding beacon. The Lady’s clients were a chance to spread that love. To bring them closer to the Lady. Yeah, closer to bondage. I wonder what that innocent girl from the university would say if she could see herself now. Any sense in her, she’d run the other way. Me, I sure as. My crotch ached from all the attention I'd given it! Dildos, fingers, vibrators - I'd used them all to relive the yearning to duplicate our last meeting. I was just sure that we couldn't match the magic from last time and quite frankly I'd thought about not going through with today's meeting. What if the magic was gone? What if this led somewhere I really didn't want to go and it ruined the memory of that first meeting? I was in danger of contaminating an event that I would remember for the. And from what I could see, she didn’t mind. I sighed in relief. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment, Nikkie.’ She said and I nodded. ‘So, what’s your real name?’ she asked and I cringed. I never liked to be called by my given name, which was usually used by my parents when I did something wrong. ‘Nicola.’ I said. ‘But, please don’t call me that.’ We giggled as if sharing a secret and she grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently, sending shivers up and down my spine. I liked her more by the minute,. Backing up, she helped him pull his pants and boxers all the way off, followed by the only “cool” t-shirt he owned. Completely nude, she pushed him towards her bed. “I hope you like this.” Her whispered words were accompanied by movement to the stereo in her room. She pressed play and out came the words of some faint voiced singer playing acoustic guitar. Sensual music with a theme of love. Sam started to pull her shirt up. High enough to reveal her stomach. Tight enough to stay put without.