Angel Locket

It turns out me and my Mistress knew each other many years ago, so I had a memory come up that made her say "you where that chick". This will happen to me time to time with others that have hung out on around Berkeley around the time I was there. But this was just a little too coincidental to not take note of. So I shall be writing about how I was the angel locket.
When I was 14 I was running with the wrong crowd, to put it lightly. I found I got things for free because I was cute and well developed. Gnat was no exception. And he had the supply to keep me interested.
He had a sweet squat at the time. A hotel room they had snuck into with TV and an actual bed. At the time he took me there he had just come up on an a good amount of powder and was happy to share. My memory is a little fuzzy, but what I remember is as if there was a camera mounted in the corner. There was another guy on the bed with a broken leg, me in my outfit at the time. A short school girl skirt, five inch filled in black leather wedges and some sort of skin tight top, that showed off my then large c or small d chest. You could also see my ribs and yellow tinted skin, as my Mistress so accurately pointed out. I either passed out, or blocked out what exactly happen, but I was furnished a locket full of the powder we had been talking of all night. It was a small cheep locket. Bronze with a small silver angle relief on it. It was put on a chain and clasped around my neck in a mark of ownership that I did not understand at the time. The next thing I know is we are climbing out a window. I believe that room is still there, but I haven't checked over there in years. I ended up with a button down 70's shirt I wore long after he disappeared from my life, that I got rid of soon after getting sober. I don't know what happened to the locket. I think it fell off one night when I had moved on to another dealer boyfriend.
Me and Gnat had one other experience together that comes to mind. He needed to show me his place under a bridge on campus. A small out cove you can only see from one particular spot on the path above. That I remember more fully. It was daytime and he took me from behind. Though I remember it as if I was a passerby watching from the path above. It was my first introduction with exhibitionism. I've never been back to that place and probably never will. It's hard enough to recapture my disassociation through writing of it, let alone trying to relive it by going back.

First Meeting

I was reminiscing about a brief period when I was dating a dangerously charming, polyamorous dom and the stories I love to repeat about our time together. In all there are 3 scenes and one eye opening date. Not much, but more then enough material to write about.
We met how I've met many in my life currently over an online dating site. I messaged him because we matched so well. And he replied with a dating rule he was bond to at the time, that made me just too young for him.
We met for brunch and hit it off. The first thing I noticed was his black and pink hippie shirt and I still have to smile. It by all accounts is one of his favorites. The exact conversation is lost to my memory, but when I explained the one biblical law against body manipulation he checked if I had one. In the old testament the sign of someone being a slave is them having a gold ring in their right ear. The second those words came out of my month he checks, blushes and explains himself. I ended up recounting this many times to friends with the giddy anticipation I had of finally getting a one from him. You see i do have a second hole in my right ear that is rarely filled.
We proceeded to my favorite smoking spot, because I'm a smoker. He proceeded to comment on my legs with an expert hand placed on my knee. And as we walk out that afternoon, he placed a hand on my back right between my shoulder blades to instill confidence and power. I left him floating on a cloud. I knew he was going to be fun.

Finally Meeting Her

Meeting Angie was not what I expected. It was better.
He came over as the boy I knew him as, and I got to help dress her. She's a size 0 dammit, and her ass looked so good in her jeans. With her tight white shirt and a bra that was too small, she's the lesbian I always knew she could be. She let down her long blond hair and I tied it back with a silk ribbon. I then went to work on her make up. Brightening those baby blues with just the right touch of purple. She was uncomfortable at first with having visible eyebrows at first, but came around to how gorgeous she looked.
We stepped outside into the sun and that girl has a grace that I could never match. She glides along and knows exactly how to hold her long legs, delicate shoulders and ethereal features. She is drop dead gorgeous. We went out to the city and with her on my arm, I was a lucky dyke indeed!