The Master/Slave Relationship

I'm back in the US now, after fucking my way across Europe.  Paris had the best twinks, Amsterdam had the best orgies, Capri was gorgeous in August and the Alps were amazing a week ago.

Jamie is in my apartment in upstate NY, I'm still at my parents' home packing everything up.
As a recap, Jamie is the sub bottom who I fucked over the summer and then invited to be my slave boy when I return to school. He accepted, and so on Monday I sat down and decided to write up my thoughts on how the relationship will work.  Read it after the jump.

Italia

I'm in Italy right now, which explains the dearth of content on this blog.
The other reason for lack of content is entirely Jamie's fault.
Basically, he spent so much time on my dick before I left the country, that I didn't blog.
He also confessed to me he was 17 and that he had a boyfriend without me prompting, and then broke up with his boyfriend. So... um, sorry Jamie's ex-boyfriend.

Short version is I've been in Italy for a couple weeks and I don't come back to the States until January.
At which point, Jamie is planning on becoming my full time slave-boy. I guess I should tell him about this blog then.

Sex and Lies

 I don't write stories about my encounters too often anymore. There are many reasons for this; I'm lazy, I spend most of my taking making those encounters happen, my naming schema has long ago run out of pseudonyms for everyone I've been fucking, the encounters have become routine, etc.

This story is such an interwoven mess that I'd rather remember all of it, and since it's a good story, I'll share it with you, dear readers.