The following story was sent to me via email....one of those stories that ends up in everyones mailbox one time or another. All I have to say to the writer whoever you are is THANK YOU , you witty sum bitch!

A woman and her boyfriend are out having a few drinks. While they're sitting there having a good time together, she starts talking about this really great new drink. The more she talks about it, the more excited she gets, and starts trying to talk her boyfriend into having one.

After a while he gives in and lets her order the drink for him. The bartender brings the drink and puts the following items on the bar: A salt shaker, a shot of Baileys, and a shot of lime juice.

The boyfriend looks at the items quizzically and the woman explains. 'First you put a bit of the salt on your tongue, next you drink the shot of Baileys and hold it in your mouth, and finally you drink the lime juice.'

So, the boyfriend, trying to go along and please her, goes for it. He puts the salt on his tongue........salty but OK. He drinks the shot of Baileys........smooth, rich, cool, very pleasant. He thinks........this is OK. Finally he picks up the lime juice and drinks it.

... In one second the sharp lime taste hits.... At two seconds the Baileys curdles ... At three seconds the salty, curdled taste & a mucous-like consistency hits... At four seconds it feels as if he has a mouth full of nasty snot.

This triggers his gag reflex, but being manly, and not wanting to disappoint his girlfriend, he swallows the now foul tasting drink.

When he finally chokes it down he turns to his girlfriend, and says, 'Jesus, what in the hell do you call that drink?'

She smiles widely at him and says, ' Blow Job Revenge.'

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Last Friday I was rewarded with the sweet pleasure of meeting my Master face to face. Master had told me a few weeks before hand of this selected date and I anticipated it with excitement. The closer the day came, those feeling of excitment mingled with a small amount of fear and extreme nervousness, not to mention how wet my panties were getting.

Would I please him, how would I react when I saw him face to face the first time, would I even be able to speak? That Friday morning I was rushing around getting ready, changed clothes three different times, and forgot to put on all my jewelry, something that I normally never do. On the drive to meet him, I literally was struggling with my body to contain my nervousness that was coupled with excitement. My stomach was doing flip flops, my palms were sweating and I couldn't complete a thought in my head.

I met Master at a restaurant for our first time meeting and seeing him was all that I hoped it would be. His presence commanded respect, yet he was kind and gentle, knowing how very likely I could have came to passing out. He stood strong, handsome and full of confidence without arrogance. He made me feel totally at ease, the more time I spent with him, the less my nerves became and I was able to become aware of those sexual desires I had been having ever since submitting to him.

We were able to go to a private place to continue my training and from there parts become blurry and hard to recall everything specifically. As soon as we were alone, he pushed me into an alcove, got up in my face, and teased me with being so close to him, his lips only centimeters from mine, I could feel his breath on my face, I wanted to taste his lips so badly, my first response was to put my hand on his side, expecting an embrace when he firmly told me I was not to touch him, then and there I knew that I was no longer fantasizing anymore but about to start a submissive journey that I have so longed desired.

My body so desired to submit to him, yet I was fearful that I would do something to displease him, I've never had any physical experience with submitting before until that day. Master didn't give me time to flounder or make another mistake, he directed me completely from then on giving me instructions for everything so I didn't have to think, only follow his commands.

He had me stand in the center of the room, keeping my eyes down and chanting over and over "I belong to you Master", as I did this it was even easier to slip into my submissive role, and my cunt was already slick just being alone with him, knowing he was dominating me, even without anything sexual occurring at that time, I was aroused more than I ever had been before.

He instructed me to undress, but again giving me specific instructions on what to remove first. I don't think I hesitated, but again alot of what happened with him that day is blurry, almost like I was dreaming. After I took everything off but my stockings, and still standing there in the center of the room with my head bowed, Master circled me, I couldn't see his face, and knew better to even try to catch a glimpse. I remember him walking around me slowly, my legs were shaking I know, and I'm not sure which emotion was stronger, nervousness or sexual desire.

I had tons of emotion flood me during that time, from self consciousness,to fear, wondering what he was going to ask me to do next. I won't go into detail, because master will not allow it, about what happened from there but I recall that day as the most intense, erotic, full filling, and the most sexually aware of my body I have ever experienced. Master full filled my fantasies and left me longing for more. He took me in a way that is indescribable, the way he dominated me was more than all my wildest dreams.

Never did I feel physically threatened or in danger, only aware of my desire to please him and wanting to return to him all the pleasure he gave me. Some parts of the time we spent together are vividly recalled, where others are hazy, I felt at times that I was actually high on something, to be so acutely aware of my sexual being and desires and of Master's commanding presence. Master dominated me in such a way, that after his initial examination of me, I know longer had to think, contemplate, reason or be nervous, he lead me every step of the way, and allowed me just to submit and only listen and follow his commands.

There was never a time I was wondering what to do next, I only was hungering for more of his touch, his next command. The sexual part ended with Master cumming on my face, a memory that will never be forgotten, to be rewarded with his cum, to be reminded of being owned by him, to have been marked with his fluid, and grateful to be able to taste him was just a start, not an being forever with my Master.