I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday.

Master Kevin had a surprise pop-up. Through a series of events, he received a friend request in his feed from an old high school friend who was also one of my worst bullies. We learned that this friend had lived in Las Vegas for almost ten years and wanted to meet for dinner.

Russell Wentworth. He was my dreamboat of a man if he weren’t so much of a bully to me and a few others. Of all the bullies in high school, he seemed like the pack’s leader.

They bullied the people like me who didn’t fit in. For me, it was my weight and my big boobs. For my best friend Mark, it was his weight, glasses, and never-ending pimples.

I never knew how he had the time or the energy to devise new ways to tease and harass us so much. He was always busy with sports. He wasn’t like the quarterback or anything significant like that. But he was always the first string in some sports all year.

Master Kevin was my protector in school. He kept most of the bullies at bay. But Russell made friends with him, leaving me out in the open.

Dinner with the Bully

We met him for dinner one night after the rodeo at our favorite restaurant. The man still made my panties wet, and my blood boil. He was older like we all are, but just as handsome as he always was and very much a gentleman. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

They caught up on life over dinner. I was asked a few questions, but like a good slave, I kept in the background.

When Master Kevin went to use the men’s room, Russell fiddled with his drink for a minute, gave me a strange look, and slowly started talking.

He told me that he needed to get something off his chest.

He needed to apologize for all the bullying and tension he caused in school, much of it due to a youthful crowd mentality. Boys will be boys, he told me, but the reason was not being used as an excuse.

He was young, stupid, and told me that he got a high from the power he fed off from the others who followed him. Being too young to understand what it was doing to the people he was tormenting, he just kept doing it.

Looking back, he realized he would occasionally have a guilt complex afterward, but he needed to look cool to his friends, so he kept it up.

With the look in his eyes, I could tell this was coming from his heart. He told me that later in life, he had some negative feelings about it and wondered occasionally what I was doing or if I was carrying any pain from it. It was not enough to reach out to find me, but he still had that bothersome feeling when he thought about his time in high school.

By the time Master Kevin returned, I was in tears, and Russell was red in the face, holding my hand, asking for my forgiveness. Or at least an understanding of how he has regrets now for what he did back then.

Master Kevin was initially lost in what he returned to, but we stopped long enough to explain. Russell told my brother that he was probably the leading cause of any problems I had in school and that he knew my brother probably looked the other way too many times to maintain their friendship.

This was the first time I had ever met one of my tormentors face to face. My mind was not sure how to handle this.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I have never forgiven anyone from my past. More or less, I let it go, not try to think about it. Writing this journal and reading what I have written in the past, I guess, is still on my mind and shapes who I am even today. I also realize I talk about it a lot here. Talking about it helps wash it away.

But to have the main character in my tormenting ask me for forgiveness? Maybe I need to finally forgive them mentally. Stop bringing it up. Let them have their peace. They have to live with their actions, I don’t.

I told him I forgave him and that I needed to do the same for myself. I need to move past all this old hurt and work on our friendship since we now all live in the same city, and my Master’s friendships are important to me.

So now it’s up to Master Keving to tell me how much of our lives he will be told and when.

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Love you all,
Bitch Slave