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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Autumn is always a wistful season. Even when I was young and time seemed to stretch out forever, the passing of summer brought pangs of loss. Now that I am older the fading light of autumn is laced with nostalgia. It is the one time of year when the past seems inescapable.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I am brought back to many passages, but the one to which I almost always inevitably return is the October of my senior year of high school. The need for pocket money brought me into the door of our local supermarket, and almost as soon as I walked in I saw Christine. Tall and lithe, milky skin and auburn hair. Full red lips and eyes of hazel flecked with gold. My adolescent heart was set on fire.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I had been working the cash register next to hers for a week, pining the whole time, before a single word passed between us. I was only half-focused on my work as usual, lost in a fog between numbered keys and the gentle contours of Christine\u2019s face. I had absent-mindedly handed one customer her change and was looking past her to start ringing up a new sale when a striking voice brought me up short.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou gave me the wrong change.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWha?\u201d I grunted, only half-registering that the customer had spoken to me.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou gave me the wrong change,\u201d she repeated firmly, holding out the bills I had just handed to her. \u201cI gave you a twenty and you only gave me change for a ten.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh,\u201d I sighed, looking up at the customer for the first time. Like her voice she was very striking. Much older than me, but very attractive. Her green eyes surveyed me with a mixture of pity and impatience. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, ma\u2019am,\u201d I finally spoke, \u201cI\u2019ll fix this right away.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I nervously pressed buttons in an attempt to get my register drawer to open, to no avail. As I floundered Christine waved to get my attention. \u201cHit the override key on top,\u201d she directed, pointing to the corresponding key on her own register.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGee, thanks!\u201d I gushed. \u201cThat\u2019s really nice of you to help.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I was fishing for a \u201cyou\u2019re welcome,\u201d maybe even a smile, but Christine had forgotten me again and gone back to serving her customer. Once I had the drawer open I took out a ten dollar bill and handed it to the blond woman at my register, most of my attention still on Christine.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat is your name?\u201d the woman asked.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBilly,\u201d I answered, giving her my full attention for the first time.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHow do you know I told you the truth, Billy? You never bothered to check the register.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I lowered my eyes and must have blushed a bit. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t mistrust you, ma\u2019am,\u201d I mumbled bashfully.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDon\u2019t call me ma\u2019am,\u201d she said. \u201cIf you must be formal, call me \u2018Mistress.\u2019 Mistress Marquesa.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAll right, Mistress Marquesa,\u201d I said. I had never heard such a moniker before, but even if customer service had not compelled my assent I would not have been bold enough to contradict her.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBag my groceries, Billy, then help me out to my car,\u201d she ordered.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Even under Christine\u2019s spell, I could not help ogling Mistress Marquesa from behind as I followed her to her car carrying two bags of sundries. The contours of her back and legs were very shapely. When the bags were in the trunk, she offered me a dollar.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s all right ma\u2019\u2026I mean, Mistress. It was my pleasure,\u201d I demurred.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Mistress Marquesa lifted an eyebrow. \u201cI bet it was,\u201d she noted drily. Opening her front door, she remarked, \u201cYou like that girl in there, don\u2019t you\u2026what is her name?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cChristine,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes\u2026.Well, she doesn\u2019t know you exist, Billy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m too shy to talk to her,\u201d I explained.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cListen to Mistress Marquesa, pet. Love is not for the faint of heart. Force yourself to speak to her. Compliment her shoes. Girls always love that. Especially here in a supermarket where you are all forced to wear that ugly uniform smock. It will please her to feel that you noticed her one fashion choice that can still be seen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I did as Mistress Marquesa instructed, and it worked. Even though my compliment was delivered haltingly and at low volume, it elicited a bright smile from Christine. From that day on we were on speaking terms. Though Christine never let on that she felt anything but the fondness of an acquaintance for me, I learned to hope as I had scarce dared to before receiving Mistress Marquesa\u2019s advice.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I was thus very pleased to see her again when Mistress Marquesa walked into the supermarket on October 30. She winked at me as she walked into the aisles to pick her merchandise. When she appeared at my register I greeted her with a warm smile.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDo you have plans for Halloween, Billy?\u201d she asked as I totaled up her bill.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo, Mistress\u2026\u201d I mumbled, embarrassed to confess it.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, Billy!\u201d Christine piped in on overhearing my admission. \u201cJanet from my homeroom class is throwing a costume party. You should come. She said I could invite whoever I wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThanks, Christine!\u201d I beamed.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Mistress Marquesa threw me another wink. \u201cPack these up for me,\u201d she said, waving her hand over her groceries, \u201cand come help me to my car.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Once I had Mistress Marquesa\u2019s bags stowed in her trunk, she paused before getting behind the wheel.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMy advice worked, didn\u2019t it?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, thank you!\u201d I replied, smiling broadly.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cTomorrow night\u2019s party is your big chance,\u201d she said, \u201cyou\u2019ll need some advice.\u201d She reached into her purse and drew out a small business card. \u201cI\u2019m new in town, but I just got these made. Come to my house tomorrow. The address is on the back. I will help you with your costume and give you some tips on flirting with Christine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou are the best!\u201d I gushed. \u201cWhy are you being so nice to me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnything for young love.\u201d With a smile she got into the driver seat and was away.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I looked down at the card she had handed me. The front said only \u201cEmerald Eyes Enterprises.\u201d On the back was an address and a phone number. Everything was printed in deep green lettering. A faint scent of her perfume wafted up from the card.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I appeared at her front door at five p.m. the next day. She answered the door in costume. It was a black witch\u2019s dress, but it was cut very short all around. Her arms were bare up to the shoulder, much of her breasts could be seen under black lace that thinly veiled her d\u00e9colletage. Her legs were sheathed in shiny-smooth black nylon stockings and black stiletto heels. The skirt of her dress was so short that the black garters holding up her stockings peeked out at the top of her thighs. A tiny tiara in her hair was shaped like a miniature witch\u2019s hat, tilted playfully to one side. Until that moment I had never really been exposed to just how sexy she is, I was momentarily disoriented.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh\u2026Mistress\u2026hi\u2026.I mean\u2026you look\u2026.so\u2026.\u201d I stammered.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhy thank you, Billy,\u201d Mistress Marquesa said. \u201cCome in, let me offer you some refreshment.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I followed her down a short hallway into a tidy kitchen, where she handed me a small glass of apple cider. I drank it appreciatively. \u201cAre you hungry?\u201d she asked. \u201cCan I offer you something to eat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo, thank you.\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cLet\u2019s go into my parlor then, we can talk more comfortably in there.\u201d I followed her directions into another room where two chairs were set up facing one-another: one a plush armchair, the other a simple wooden one. Mistress Marquesa sat in the armchair and gestured for me to come in front of her. \u201cLet me see your costume,\u201d she ordered.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I let her look me over for a few moments. I had put on what I thought was a serviceable cowboy costume. \u201cHmmmm\u2026.,\u201d she mused. \u201cI don\u2019t think this will do the trick. Go into the bedroom and change into what I laid out for you on the bed, then we can talk more in here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She pointed to a door and I entered. It was a modestly appointed but very feminine bedroom. On the bed were only a few items: a collar, two manacles, two foot shackles, and a loin cloth. This puzzled me, but I compliantly took off my cowboy costume and donned the items on the bed.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s much better,\u201d Mistress Marquesa remarked as I came back into the parlor. \u201cYes, that will do nicely.\u201d She was sitting cross-legged in the armchair on the other side of the room, her posture very erect as if she were a queen surveying her court.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She gestured for me to sit in the wooden chair across from her, and I did. \u201cI don\u2019t understand,\u201d I said, puzzled by the strange costume. \u201cDo you think Christine will like this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cTell me honestly Billy,\u201d Mistress Marquesa began, ignoring my question, \u201cyou find Me very attractive, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m sorry?\u201d I blurted, even more confused.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI want you to look at Me, Billy,\u201d she instructed, brushing aside my question yet again. \u201cStart at the tip of my foot and let your eyes travel up my body.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t help doing as she commanded, something about her voice, her manner, compelled obedience. I let my gaze glide along the luscious curves of her legs, and linger on the captivating fullness of her breasts before traveling past her throat and mouth. When my vision finally came to rest upon her deep green eyes I stopped, my heart pounding.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDo you find Me sexy?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes,\u201d I confessed. It would have been useless to lie, the loincloth I was wearing could not conceal my enormous erection.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGood boy,\u201d she cooed. \u201cLet your eyes make the journey again. Back down past My mouth, all the way to My toe. When you reach the tip come back here to My eyes again. Keep doing that until I tell you to stop.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, Mistress,\u201d I agreed, letting my eyes wander again<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cVery good, Billy. Focus on My voice. It is very soothing, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Mistress.\u201d I found I could not disagree with anything she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs you let your eyes drink Me in, you feel yourself becoming very relaxed. A warm feeling flows through your body. All of the tension in your muscles eases away.\u201d<\/p>\n

I could feel everything she described as she said it. My heart rate slowed. My eyelids drooped. In the back of my mind, however, an alarm bell rang.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing, Mistress?\u201d I asked. \u201cWhat is happening to me?\u201d Even as I protested, my eyes continued to slide up and down her gorgeous curves. I could not take them away.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am hypnotizing you, pet,\u201d she purred.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t understand,\u201d I blurted, panic sparking even as I became progressively more relaxed. \u201cWhat is this costume? Why are you\u2026you\u2026\u201d Protesting was becoming more difficult as I fell deeper into trance.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is not a costume, Billy. It is the uniform of a slave.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want to make me Christine\u2019s slave?\u201d I gasped.<\/p>\n

Mistress Marquesa laughed, the sound seeming to resonate in the marrow of my bones. \u201cChristine is much too vapid to recognize what she has in you,\u201d she said. \u201cI used your infatuation for her to lure you here, but she isn\u2019t worth much more thought. No, you won\u2019t be her slave. You will be Mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t\u2026I won\u2019t\u2026.I don\u2019t want to be a slave.\u201d I protested weakly.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot now you don\u2019t,\u201d she said, smiling indulgently. \u201cBut before Halloween is over you will beg to be My slave.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you said\u2026you were going to\u2026you\u2026\u201d I stuttered, clinging to the edge of consciousness.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have the wrong idea, sweet boy,\u201d Mistress Marquesa explained. \u201cThis isn\u2019t a coming-of-age story about a young man who discovers his first love with the help of a kind older woman. I am the heroine of this tale. It is about a mysterious, sexy, powerful Mistress that comes into town looking for new slaves, and claims Her first prize. After some thought I decided that you are an ideal choice to play that part in My story. You should feel lucky.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mouth hung open, my capacity for coherent speech gone. A slight trickle of drool escaped the corner of my mouth. My cock was rock hard. My heart pounded in my chest, beating slowly and evenly to the rhythm of her silky voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow listen,\u201d she commanded. \u201cStop resisting. Breathe. Your eyelids are getting heavier. You feel yourself falling into a deep sleep. Sleep. All that exists is My voice. My voice and your desire\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWake up pet.\u201d The voice was a whisper in my ear. I awoke to find myself still seated in the chair, Mistress Marquesa straddling my lap. Her face was inches from mine, her arms enfolded me, her legs encircled my hips. I could feel the delicious pressure of her breasts against my chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you feel, pet?\u201d she asked, caressing my cheek with her sweet breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cI feel\u2026I feel\u2026\u201d I searched, considering. Finally, I answered, \u201cI feel wonderful.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood,\u201d she said with satisfaction.<\/p>\n

Her lips closed over mine in a deep kiss. For several minutes we remained locked in that embrace, my heart pounding in sync with hers. Every thought was driven from my mind, ever sensation fled my body but the sheer joy of being ensnared in her gorgeous limbs and immobilized by her exquisite mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you miss Christine?\u201d she asked as she pulled out of our kiss.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d In that moment I could genuinely not recall who Christine was.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcellent,\u201d Mistress Marquesa purred. After a few moments in which I sat dazed and as she tugged gently at something near my waist, she stood up. Once she was on her feet in front of me I could see that she had my loincloth in her hand, leaving me naked. My cock stuck up like an antenna.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve taken control of your mind and body,\u201d Mistress Marquesa explained. \u201cThere is only one last thing left to do to make you Mine. You need to crave My control, to yearn for it like you do food or water. I am going to make that happen now.\u201d<\/p>\n

She paused, and I stared up at her mutely, still savoring the taste of her kiss, frightened by the gravity of her words. She slowly raised her right hand, her forefinger pressed against her thumb. I followed her hand with my eyes, transfixed by its beauty, by the gracefulness of her movements, and by the sheer power that emanated from her presence. In that moment I became a pulsating blister of arousal and need. All I could perceive was her sexual allure, all I could think about or feel was the desire to touch her again.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I snap My fingers,\u201d she declared, focusing my attention once again on her voice, \u201cI want you to feel ecstasy like you have never known. Release all of the pleasure in your body and soul for Me. Do it now.\u201d On this last word she snapped her fingers.<\/p>\n

It was as if I was not a human being, but a bomb. Every cell in my body seemed to explode with delight, every neuron fired in delirious bliss. I struggled to keep my eyes on Mistress Marquesa, needing even in the throes of ecstasy to drink in her beauty, but I could not keep my back from arching involuntarily and my eyes rolling back into my head. My soul seemed to soar out of my body. All my muscles spasmed and trembled, fluid spurted forth from my cock, tears leaked from my eyes, sweat from my pores, and saliva frothed from my mouth. When it finally subsided I was on the floor, lying face down in a puddle of my own semen.<\/p>\n

\u201cOn your knees,\u201d Mistress Marquesa commanded.<\/p>\n

I rose to my knees as she ordered, shaking and drained.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you have to say, pet?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

I was thunderstruck, turned inside-out. All of my bearings were gone, every touchstone of my ordinary consciousness shattered. Only one thing was crystal clear- I could not possibly be without Mistress Marquesa ever again. I would need to see Her, to Hear Her, to touch Her, or cease to exist. I would do anything to be near Her. In that moment all of my words escaped me, I could not explain what I was feeling. Finally, I blurted out, \u201cI love You!\u201d The declaration erupted spontaneously from the depths of my heart. I had never felt anything so perfectly and so powerfully before.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you know what to do,\u201d Mistress Marquesa cooed.<\/p>\n

I did. On my knees, hands clasped in supplication, I begged to be Her slave. She stood silently, letting me sob and plead for several minutes, before finally presenting me with Her hand to kiss in surrender to Her control. I have served Her ever since.<\/p>\n

Twenty autumns have passed since that sweet day, and each has brought new reasons to love and worship my Mistress. Occasionally I see pictures of Christine in magazines or on TV, she went on to a career in modeling. I am always left wondering how I could ever have thought of her after first encountering Mistress Marquesa.<\/p>\n

The folly of youth, I suppose. Luckily my Goddess found me and mercifully claimed me. For that I offer prayers of thanks to Her each day.<\/p>\n

The End<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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