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During the first year of having Ethan as my bitch, I decided to look more into the scene and to speak with more dominant women about tips on using Ethan and to maybe join us at some time, we joined a internet site for BDSM lovers. After speaking with a hell of a lot of time wasters we chatted with a girl called Caitlyn, she was a switch which means she loves being in control as well as submitting, when the mood takes her either way. We spoke regularly for a good month, and eventually she wanted to meet with us both, as I offered her the opportunity of using bitchboy for a weekend to help her move into a new flat, which handily was only 40 miles from us.
We had dinner the night before her move, at a rather plush restaurant just outside of town, where we spoke of our pasts and experiences. Well we spoke Ethan wasn't allowed as he had annoyed me by playing his Boyzone cd in the car. She was scintillating conversation, and very pretty, for a gothic type of girl. Her hair was matched in black and blue braids down to her shoulder, and she was a very slender figure. She also wore the most magnificent purple 4 inch heeled pumps. Ethan appreciated those immensely as at one point or another both of our feet were grinding into his crotch under the table.
With plans arranged for the following day I sent my favourite little floor licker away with Caitlyn. No sooner was I home than i got a phone call from her thanking me for an enjoyable evening and hoping that I would consider owning a second slave. I had only just begun in this lifestlye and the thought of her trying to pass a slave onto me seemed a bit much. Plus the fact that although Ethan now served me, he was also still my boyfriend. Her tone on the phone after I explained to her was utter disappointment. Comforting her I offered to try and help find her someone to take in her slave. Maybe I am a little naive, but her answer stunned me, ''I was asking for myself not my slave''.
Compossing myself I felt great inside knowing that the gorgeous girl was so into me that she would submit fully, even after seeing how i treated Ethan at dinner. Now knowing I had a little power and hold over her, made me even more confident. Especially with our joint session in a few days time, it made me feel I belonged more in this lifestyle and the devotion is something I needed. Each day bitchboy called at 6, to tell me on his day and how he was being treated, before passing the phone over to Caitlyn, she was very persistent and each day she asked to bow before me. Ethan knew what was going on as he was always under her feet even when she was pleading over the phone for a chance with me.
The day finally came to meet up again and for me to collect my pet, knocking at the door he answered and then dived at my feet, kissing every inch of my open toed sandals. Although secretly delighted, I threatened to leave him there longer if he didnt get out of the way and let me in. On entering Caitlyns flat was spotless and so well presented, I admired her artistic and creative flair. She smiled at me as we hugged a little embarrassed, probably thinking of our phone conversations. Ethan was still on the floor around my feet and Caitlyn glanced down at him and kicked him square in the stomach before gasping.
Concerned she had hurt her foot on the unworthy boys belly, I asked if she was ok laying my hand on her shoulder. Still looking down at he floor, she said ''Its just your feet, it's the first time I've seen them.... I'm sorry just a little breath taken.'' I couldnt help but laugh, I have never seen such a strong reaction to them, although my black polished pedicure was awesome if I do say so myself. Even Ethan had forced himself for months not to mentions them. Caitlyn took my hand off her shoulder holding it softly, and sank to her knee's next to bitchboy, she placed fluttering kisses over my hand and begged to lick my feet....
