My Mistress, My Slave

I first met Robert as I was moving into my new apartment building. He was just one of the several men who appeared out of the thin air and offered to carry my furniture and boxes up to my new second story apartment. Most of these manly he-men only appeared because they wanted to get to "know" the new girl in town, which I suppose is somewhat understandable as I shamelessly flirted with them so that they would do my heavy lifting for me.

I’ll admit it. I’m a good-looking young woman who likes to get what she wants out of life. I’ve never had a problem using my looks and body to get horny men to do my bidding. I choose my clothing, words and actions very carefully. I find that it only takes a suggestive smile here or an unbuttoned button there, and voila—seven young studs all eager to carry my furniture for me. Seven young studs put in a hard day’s work, all of them hoping to get paid later on that evening.

Robert was different. He was a shy, slight youth who had some trouble managing the heavier boxes. Nevertheless, he worked as hard as any of the preening players that paraded up and down the stairs that afternoon. Within the first few hours, my assembled army of horny movers had all given me their phone numbers and an offer to "show me the town." But not Robert. When everything had been loaded into my new apartment, Robert sweetly welcomed me to town and then bowed out, leaving me to deal with the pack of wolves who were waiting for some indication of my favor.

Idiots. They didn’t have a chance. I had long ago learned to eat little boys like these for lunch and not think a thing about it. Robert, on the other hand, that tiny, stammering boy who was so overwhelmed every time I spoke to him, Robert quite intrigued me. He immediately reminded me on Louis, the boyfriend I left back in Chicago.

Or should I say Louise, my girlfriend from Chicago. Perhaps I’ll tell you Louise’s story in complete detail later on. Suffice it to say that Louis became my girlfriend after I found out that he had been cheating on me with one of his co-workers. To make matters worse, I found out that it had been a male co-worker that seduced him into infidelity! I was enraged and humiliated, opting for a getaway vacation during which I spent the entire weekend locked in my motel room, crying my eyes out.