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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/b>I noticed her as soon as she came into my shop, Palm Tree Cards and Gifts of West Florida<\/i>. She is the kind of woman who is noticed wherever she goes. The curves of her body, the litheness of her movements, and the general aura of her presence all command attention.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDo you personalize gifts?\u201d she asked, in a voice that made something deep inside me tremble.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes,\u201d I replied. \u201cWhat would you like?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI want to purchase a silver frame for this, and have the frame inscribed,\u201d she answered, taking an envelope from her bag. From the envelope she drew a 5X7 photograph and laid it on the counter. It was a picture of her, taken from behind. She was wearing a tight-fitting black dress and was glancing casually back over her shoulder, so that her lovely face, blond hair, and bewitching green eyes were visible, though partly in shadow. The composition of the picture naturally drew the viewer\u2019s eyes to her shapely ass.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWe can certainly help you,\u201d I said, loosening my collar in response to a sudden need for more air. \u201cWhat would you like the inscription to read?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cto My kiss ass slave,\u201d she answered. \u201cMy <\/i>should be capitalized. <\/i>Everything else should be lower case.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She returned for her order the next day. I confess I expedited the job in an attempt to impress her, and gift-wrapped the framed picture for free. It was the same impulse that made me ask a prying question I would normally never pose to a customer. I did not know if she would ever come back to the store again, and was desperate to spend a few more moments in her presence.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cF-forgive my asking,\u201d I stuttered, \u201cbut what does the inscription mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt is a pet name I gave to one of my admirers,\u201d she replied. \u201cThe gift is a kind of\u2026 reward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDo you like it when people kiss your ass?\u201d I asked, driven in part by curiosity, in part by the need to stretch the conversation out longer.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI like it when people do as I say,\u201d she said. \u201cI don\u2019t need anyone to \u2018kiss my ass,\u2019 at least not in the way people usually mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t understand,\u201d I murmured, genuinely confused.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201c\u2019Kissing ass\u2019 generally involves flattery,\u201d she explained. \u201cI can\u2019t really be flattered.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhy can\u2019t you be flattered?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBecause almost any compliment you give Me is almost certainly true. When men try to flatter Me, it is generally a sign that they don\u2019t really know Me. For example, if you told me that My ass is among the most beautiful things you have ever seen, would that be flattery, pet?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I blushed bright red. \u201cNo,\u201d I admitted. \u201cBut what does the name \u2018kiss ass slave\u2019 mean, then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWould you like Me to show you?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I looked around. The shop was empty. I could tell that the question was a loaded one, and I trembled as I answered, but I could not stop myself from saying, \u201cYes. Yes, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGood, pet,\u201d she cooed. \u201cListen to My voice. It is so soothing, yes? You feel yourself getting sleepy as you listen. As you look into My eyes\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My next clear memory is of standing alone in the shop. The clock on the wall showed that an hour had passed since she first came to retrieve her order. She was gone. The only sign that she had really been there was a lingering hint of her perfume in the air and a note written on a sales slip, left on the countertop:<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 You\u2019re welcome, pet. Sweet daydreams. ~Goddess Marquesa<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>At first I was mystified. Other than having blacked out for an hour, my encounter with Goddess Marquesa did not seem to have had any other effect. But as closing time approached the feelings began. At first they were just images intruding into my mind. Her face. The subtle smile she wore as she said, \u201cI can\u2019t really be flattered.\u201d The memory of her perfume.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But as time stretched my thoughts of her became more focused, more intense. I felt a deep yearning, similar to the hunger one feels when one has missed a meal or the thirst after long labor in the hot sun. At the heart of this craving was a consuming but hazy desire. I could feel it pressing against every corner of my mind, but I could not nail down just what it was that I so desperately needed.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The answer came a few days later, when she reappeared in my shop. Four or five customers were browsing the shelves when she entered. I was as shocked as everyone else when I flung myself to my knees at her feet.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cPlease,\u201d I begged, tears coming to my eyes as my voice broke, \u201clet me kiss Your ass, Goddess. I beg You. I need to\u2026 I need\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cShhh, pet\u2026,\u201d the Goddess soothed. \u201cBe a good boy for Me. Some day I might let you have what you desire. For now I got you this\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She took a framed photo out of her bag. It was the same 5X7 snapshot she had showed me before, set in a black metallic frame.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI had to get this from one of your competitors so as not to spoil the surprise,\u201d she explained. \u201cRead the inscription.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cto My kiss ass pet<\/i>,\u201d I intoned. \u201cThank You, Goddess! But when\u2026when will You let me kiss Your beautiful ass?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSomeday,\u201d the Goddess replied. \u201cMeanwhile you will be my good pet, won\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, Goddess!\u201d I cried, oblivious to the strange looks from my other customers. \u201ci am Your good pet. Your kiss-ass pet\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n