Assignment: fortunate wank given "second chance" by Superior Woman.

Assignment: fortunate wank given "second chance" by Superior Woman. Princess says: "write to me. Write your mindless apologies out so that the world, or whomever I opt to share it with, will see for themselves what an idiot you are and how easily you've become addicted to me."
MMMmmm. Yes Princess, thank You Princess!
You see, the first call did not end well. It started fine - silly loser, huddled over PC calling a lovely young woman with hopes of being Her subbie for a while via phone. Check that: silly wanker boy basically wanted to spew but also hoped he had found someone who could lead him down new turf. Exciting new thoughts, new tasks. Total foolishness. The desire to be useful, to be connected, to be used.
TastyMandyCandy..."one hot bitchy, sexy young thing!" says the NiteFlirt listing, which goes on to describe Her. The foolish wank thinks it's written just for him and other silly weak boys. The combination of text and images screams at the wank's foolish desires - buzzwords punching his submissive buttons. Bossy, cuckolding, 34D natural tits, heavy dose of bitchyness, voluptuous, strap-on, orgasm denial, money slavery. Loser. The initial visit was so thrilling, so hot, the wank believed that perhaps Mandy was the ideal person to connect with and explore more. Explore dark, hidden concepts, and learn of new ones to obsess over. He read thoroughly, respectfully, and eagerly. Working himself into a fever pitch of curiosity and arousal - mustering the courage to call!
The trouble is, after several minutes the call ended. Badly, but nothing too messy. It seems the wank may have been in over his head - or feared that was the case. "This isn't working for me," the idiot says, thanking Mandy for Her time and hangs up. Gads. He sends a brief apology email note attempting to explain - even listing some lame rationale for the premature exit. In time he realized that being in over his head was exactly what he needed. Through the evening and into the next day the fool continued to think of Mandy. Her strength, Her laugh, Her creativity...and soon he found himself pondering: "if approached respectfully, and humble, might Mandy accept my calls?"
The fool obsesses over Princess Mandy's Nite Flirt listings all morning - even exploring and reading Her blog, admiring the gifts other fools have bestowed upon Her. Naturally the silly boy became aroused consuming it all - noting a special image of Mandy and friend with headline super-imposed: "never mess with 2 Jewish Princesses". OMG...even Her friends participate! How perfect. In time the fool realizes he must apologize to Mandy and plead for consideration to allow me to suffer and serve Her, and learn how to please Her. So much to learn - so far to sink, this fool nervously writes and asks permission to connect once again. The sweaty guy's hand nervously clicks the email through cyberspace, attempting to be a model obedient submissive for this Superior Woman. The boy sits, gasping breaths, hoping my note is not ignored, and received as intended: a plea for a second chance.
Minutes drag as the idiot sits waiting Her reply; Mandy graciously invites him to call. Breathing becomes labored and his head goes nearly blank as he clicks thru to call. Naturally whatever can go wrong does. The phone rings and the NiteFlirt recordings repeat several times and finally announce that the call can not be placed at this time. Ugh!
He's tempted to simply go sit in the corner, the boy knows it's all his fault. Then another message from Mandy: "try again".