​The 5 hour flight from Los Angeles to New York felt like eternity. I hadn't felt this much excitement in years. My plane landed at 9:45 at night and my back and legs were desperately screaming for a massage. I reached into my purse and grabbed my phone to text my Master and let him know that I had arrived. I gathered my carry-on luggage and began walking to baggage claim. 

After a 20 minute hike through JFK, I finally had arrived. I approached the conveyor belt and reached for my luggage when a large hand landed on top of mine from behind.

"Let me help you with that babygirl," I heard a familiar voice whisper. 

I jumped in disbelief. It was my Master, standing 6'3 tall. He pulled my hair away from my face and reached down to give me a kiss that sent a shiver down my spine. 

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After a two hour intimate telephone exchange, I went straight to sleep. If he didn't have work the next morning, I could only imagine our conversation would have lasted longer.  

I woke up in the middle of the night with my mind racing. It was 5:30 my time and 8:30 his time. So I sent him a smiley face text message.

GOOD MORNING, he replied a minute later.

Again, I was at a loss for words. I didn't think he would respond.

 I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD MORNING, I said. 

LIKEWISE PRETTY LADY. GOOD LUCK AT THE INTERNSHIP. SEND ME A MOTIVATING PIC. 

I DECIDED NOT TO GO TO MY INTERNSHIP. I DIDN'T GET MUCH SLEEP LAST NIGHT, I texted back.

WHY COULDN'T YOU SLEEP?

My eyes lit up. He seemed to be concerned. 

I HAVE A LOT ON MY MIND. I WOKE UP AT 3 AND HAVE BEEN UP EVER SINCE, I replied.

HMMM OK.

I USUALLY SLEEP THROUGHOUT  NIGHT WITH NO INTERRUPTIONS. TONIGHT IS WEIRD. I'LL BE FINE, I'M GOING BACK TO SLEEP.

OK. JUST LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL WHEN YOU AWAKE. THIS IS WHY A MASTER SHOULD BE A VITAL PART OF A WOMAN'S WELL-BEING. FYI, he replied. 

OK I WILL. THANKS FOR BEING SUPPORTIVE, I texted with a smile. 

I HOPE THAT'S NOT SARCASM, he texted after sending a key symbol. 

NO IT'S NOT. WHAT'S THE KEY FOR? I asked. 

BEING SUPPORTIVE IS KEY, he replied. 

Hearing those words sent me into a deep trance. I began to dream about our first meeting.

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It was 7:35 in the evening on New Year's Day and here I was grief stricken by four lonely walls, an empty glass of Pinot Gris, and a broken Blu ray player. I glanced at my phone and noticed I had 3 new text messages. Only one mattered the most. It was from my Master, who greeted me with the sweetest words any babygirl would like to hear. 

HEY BEAUTIFUL LADY, IT'S DADDY. 

My heart jumped for joy. I was beginning to fall in love all over again. We were just beginning to learn each other, but I felt like I had known him for eternity. He had a special place in my heart. 

HEY, I texted back. I was at a loss for words. It's been three long years since I was first introduced to this lifestyle and it felt magical - like my very first time. 

I knew it was going to be just a matter of time before our worlds would unite and become one. I longed for the day to feel his hands caress my soft warm body. My mind began to wonder and then a text message from him came in.

ARE YOU ABLE TO HOLD A CONVERSATION? 

My heart jumped for joy. 

YES, I replied back.

I lay in my bed rubbing my hands between my thighs and waited for him to call. Five minutes later, my phone rings. I stare at his name on my phone and take a few deep breaths before answering. 

"Hey babygirl, Happy New Year!" a genuine masculine voice utters on the other end of the line. 

"Happy New Year!" I parrot back to him in my soft little girl voice. Hypnotized by his energy, I became speechless. 

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