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1Part Four: The Summons
When Jeremy finally received the phone call he had been fervently praying would come, he had been sitting in his car, parked down the block from Miss Natasha’s apartment, for over two hours. She had told him to be available any time after seven, so he had gotten there around six just to be sure. It was now after eight, and he had begun to be afraid that she wouldn’t need him after all. He really didn’t expect that she would call him to tell him that, so he would just have to wait, all night he guessed, if need be. He certainly didn’t want to miss any chance of being called back into her service.
For as long as he could remember, Jeremy had always felt that women should be placed on a pedestal, to be worshiped and adored. He always tried to treat any woman with whom he had ever tried to have a relationship, with that type of deference and respect. But he never had been able to get to first base with anyone. He understood the reason, of course, but he had never been able to do anything about his one obvious shortcoming. After years of discouraging rejections, he had just stopped trying.
Initially he had felt guilty and embarrassed about turning to the internet to indulge his fantasies. He never went into chat rooms or tried to contact anyone, but he had slowly discovered web sites that eventually led him to understand what he really was. He was a submissive. He wasn’t a masochist, he learned. He didn’t yearn to be mistreated, and certainly not to be beaten or tortured. He just wanted to find someone who needed to be taken care of, to be pampered and served in all ways desired. Romance, he understood, would never be part of this type of relationship, but he had given up on that a long time ago. He could certainly dream, however, of being accepted and maybe even appreciated. All he would ever ask in return was to be allowed to worship and adore her.
Of course he realized that this was an extremely unlikely fantasy to ever become real, especially for someone like him. But he had grown so lonely in his private life, that he began contemplating some of the personals that were posted on the web sites he frequented. After a long period of internal debate, he finally screwed up his courage and answered one that he thought seemed the most promising. That encounter did not go well, nor the next one he answered. He wasn’t what they were looking for, the women told him at the initial meetings, and he suspected, as it had been in the past, he knew the reason why. It took him several months after these two failures to try one more, and likely his last time.
It was then with surprise and delight, that after Jeremy’s first meeting with Miss Natasha, she had ordered him to return again. And then again and again. It wasn’t long before she had him coming to her apartment on a regular basis. It was apparent to Jeremy that Miss Natasha was as much a beginner in this type of situation as he. She was constantly experimenting with different facets of the relationship, expanding on what she liked, and discarding whatever didn’t suit her. That he often didn’t care for some of these experiments had no relevance. What went on between them was always at her direction and whim, and he knew that this was how it had to be. If he sometimes felt she was unnecessarily nasty, he would chide himself that who was he to question what was necessary . He only knew that she had finally given some purpose and direction to his personal life, and he didn’t want to contemplate, even for a moment, the possibility of losing that.
He felt a great deal of anxiety then, when about four months ago, after almost two months of practically daily service, she began calling him over less frequently. She eventually told him that she was in the process of training a new slave, and while that went on she would be needing him less often. His anxiety became fear when he briefly met this new person, Scott, one day when he had been ordered over, and Scott was apparently just leaving. He immediately saw that he was at a major competitive disadvantage with Scott. His worst fears were realized when three months ago Miss Natasha informed him that she had decided to have Scott as a permanent live-in slave, and that she would only need Jeremy on occasion from then on.
Jeremy had been devastated. The only possibility for a long term relationship that he had ever had, was now apparently gone just as he had begun believing that he had a chance. Unable to give up all hope, he jumped at the opportunity when she called him over twice in the subsequent months. Maybe, he rationalized, if he was even more diligent and ardent in his service she would consider taking him back.
It had been over six weeks since she had last called him, and he finally had begun ro resign himself that she was done with him. Then he received this most recent call. This time however, she had only told him to be nearby and available. He didn’t know what to make of that. Maybe she had become dissatisfied with Scott. Maybe Scott’s one big advantage didn’t offset a deficiency in service that Jeremy had hopefully proven to be more able to provide. It was what he thought about constantly anyway, but tonight it may actually come to pass.
With these high hopes Jeremy hurried to Miss Natasha’s apartment after her summoning had blessedly come. These hopes were immediately dashed when he was met at her door by the sparsely clad Scott, who ushered him into the hallway, then tersely told him to undress and present himself in the livingroom. Without another word Scott then turned and went back to his own duties.
Oh God, what was Scott doing here, Jeremy thought as he began to undress and rapidly fold his clothes to put in the hall closet. He tried his best to stifle his disappointment. Why was Scott here tonight? Did Miss Natasha want to dominate two slaves at one time? He would certainly not enjoy that, and shuddered slightly when he thought of some of the possible implications. In the end, he knew it didn’t matter what he thought. He had been summoned to serve, and he would. He had no choice.
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