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Note This is not my normal style, but a dear reader wanted something sweet and romantic just this once. Mistress and Boi - Anniversary Night. I fidgeted in great anticipation, waiting for my Mistress to get ready. Tonight we would celebrate ten wonderful years together, and I was so excited. Tonight I was to take the lead, and I would woo my Mistress as a lover would. To any eye that dared to see, we would simply be two lovers out on the town celebrating an anniversary; not knowing that I belonged to her, and her alone. Mind, body, and soul.. I had dressed in my fine black silk suit, a midnight blue shirt, black shoes, and Mistress's collar; a beautiful black onyx bolo-tie with a silver cougar in the center?her trademark. I had this specially made for tonight, and wore it with all of the pride a Boi could have. Over all of this I wore my long black duster coat. As I stood there, I thought back on the day I met her. It was right after 911, and all of us on Security detail had to be on extra guard at the Federal Building where we worked. Everyone that came in or out had to be checked in, and gone over with a detecting wand... everybody, mattering not if we knew them or not. I had been there only a short time, and liked the job, but something was missing in my life. I longed to serve a woman. One strong and sure, one who would fullfil me and make me whole again. I longed for a sensuous adventurous wild woman, but all I found were Dommes who's ilk was to beat, humiliate, and hurt. Not all are that way, but the ones I encountered were. I searched for something different, but she wasn't to be I guess. One morning the usual crowd had come in for work already, so we just stood around waiting for the lunch rush to begin. A lady came in, running late. I had seen her many times, and for some reason the sight of her always made my heart beat faster. She was always impeccably dressed and had an air of authority to her. She worked in the Veterans Affairs office upstairs. Tallish, with large breasts under that expensive suit. She had dark sable brown hair that she always wore up under a jeweled comb Escort bodrum clip. Her eyes behind the gold rimmed glassed were always calm and steady, and she was gorgeous to me. She gave me butterflies every time I saw her, and I didn't know why, exactly. I stood to greet her and to get her through the Security gates. She sat her brief case and purse on the conveyor belt, and before she stepped on through stated, ?I have a meeting to get to, and am late because of the traffic out there.? I had to say, ?I am so sorry Ma'am, but we got a memo this morning stating that all women wearing their hair up must be checked out in case they wear any type of metal. It's just a safety procedure... I'm sorry.? She turned those cold eyes on me and exclaimed, ?So I am to take my hair down so you can see that I don't have any weapons sequestered in it??? ?Yes Ma'am. I can't let you in unless its done,? I replied regretfully. She sighed and stated, ?Like I'm not already late enough, I have to go through this non-sense!? She stood still as I took the wand to her hair. It blipped on the hair band, having the tiny piece of metal, but the comb was pure pewter. She sat her glasses on the counter, reached up and undid the comb in her hair, then removed the hair band and all of that glorious hair fell about her shoulders and back like a sable cloak. It was so long and thick, so beautiful and shiny. It fell to her ample ass, and I felt my cock twitch in my uniform pants. She shook her hair out, ran her fingers through it, showing me that nothing was hidden in those luxurious strands. She flipped part of it forward and it covered her shoulder's. When she looked at me those eyes reminded me of a large jungle cat, and before I could stop my tongue I breathed, ?Ohh, Mistress. So beautiful? I dropped my eyes, realizing what I had just done. She could see that I was uncomfortable in my statement. When I lifted them again she had a slight smile on her face and her eyes glittered. She asked again, ?Are we done here now?? I stammered, ?Yes. Yes, Ma'am. All done. Have a good day, please.? Escort Kuşadası Again those eyes regarded me. She didn't rebind the hair up, just pulled it back in a long pony tail and said two words so softly that only I could hear, those that almost made me cum in my pants. ?Good Boi...? She walked off. Leaving me standing there with a tremendous hard on in my pants. The next morning I didn't get to wand her through, she was in the next line for that, but she did look my way, those cold eyes looking at me as if studying me. I cast a look in her direction and said low and soft, ?Ma'am?? All she did was nod at me, but I felt as if she bestowed upon me a great gift. This went on for a week, until one day when the workday was over. She came out, and went through the security gates. When she was on the other side, she came toward me and handed me a piece of paper. She said in that calm Southern voice, ?I am throwing a party this Saturday night. If you have an open mind, be there by 7:30.? She turned and walked away before I could say anything. In my mind it wasn't a request, it was a command. That was ten years ago. I went to the party, and essentially never left. I learned about her world, and I was helplessly hooked - on her. It was eye-opening, mind-expanding, and not a day goes by that she never fails to surprise (and sometimes shock) me. I saw her door open and crossed my hands, waiting dutifully for her. She was ravishing! She wore a black and silver pantsuit, black heels, her long hair done in a Grecian style that hung in long tendrils down to her beautiful ass. She looked at me approvingly and smiled. Her eyes widened as she took in the collar. The look in her eyes said it all, and my heart soared. She touched it and looked in my eyes. She said, ?You look very nice, Boi.? I replied, ?As do you, my Mistress.? I boldly kissed the back of her hand, and she lay that hand on my face for a minute. I couldn't be happier if I had just hit the 4 million dollar lotto. Tonight I was the luckiest man in the world, and she was my Lady. I helped her on with bodrum escort her long coat and we strolled to the limo. In the limo I poured champaign as we rode through the streets of Seattle. When we got to our destination, I helped her out of our limo. My choice for our evening was the Seattle Space Needle because of its glory and magnificence?just like my Lady. She smiled at my choice. This was a favorite place of hers, and she adored it. 605 feet from ground to top, the Needle was Seattle's most treasured jewel, just like my Mistress was to me, this is why I chose it. Some tourists entered the outside elevator to traverse to the top. I touched her arm and said, ?Pause a second, Love.? She looked at me oddly, but complied. We stood there in the glow of the lights, holding hands and just looking at the splendor of the night. When the elevator returned, people got out, and just we two entered, thats when I moved on her. I pinned her to the glass of the elevator, kissing her passionately, my hands running all over her body brazenly. I kissed her hard, grinding my body against hers as she had done mine countless times in the past. My hands groped her large breasts, and my left hand rubbed her pussy through the material of her pants as my mouth kissed and bit semi-sharply on her neck. She gasped out in pure surprised pleasure. Her small groans filled my body with heat, and I was soo very hard in my pants. Had I time, I would have fingered her to near orgasm right there in that elevator!I felt the slight bump as we settled at the top. I backed up, looking into her lust filled eyes, and grinned devilishly. She straightened her clothing, and resumed her composure. We were escorted to our reserved table, and I ordered her favorite wine to be poured. My Lady was no fancy Lady, even though she was wealthy and cultured. She loved simple things, perhaps thats why she loved me so. She sighed in happiness as the restaurant revolved beneath us, giving us a panoramic view of the entire city. A myriad of lights glimmered in the cities below us, and the view was quite breath-taking. I raised my glass and said softly, ?To ten glorious years with you, my Love. May we have one hundred more. You changed my life the day you invited me home, and I am forever grateful for that. I have loved and respected you from the first day I looked deep into your eyes, and you owned me from the first touch.