Author’s
Note: This takes place a week after Part 63.
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LXIV
Today
will be Mistress’s second “class.” I can tell she’s excited.
Her mood has been cheerful and fun all week. She spends a lot of
time with Brittany. I feel them becoming close and sense the
foundation of some very strong bonds forming.
This
is different from how I have seen her. She isn’t romantically
involved with Brittany and she isn’t gone all the time like when
she was with Tristan. While Mistress has many friends aware of our
lifestyle, I feel that she specifically holds back around them.
Around Lisa she always wishes to look in control. Around Theresa she
tries to remain “appropriate” within the boundaries of their
friendship. With Dominique she remains steadfast, determined to
appear as an equal but also a bit protective of both herself and of
me. With her lovers, she doesn’t want to scare them away so she
dribbles out our lifestyle in small, compartmentalized segments.
With
Brittany, Mistress doesn’t hold back. While Brittany hasn’t
fully immersed herself in the lifestyle on her own terms, I gather
the impression that Mistress sees a lot of similarities between them.
The logic behind the cruelty… the desire to push, poke, and prod…
things that can’t be taught or sold on merits. It’s like
Brittany lights a fire in Mistress and she makes no effort to contain
the flames.
This
brings about a state of extremes for me. I spend my days immersed in
pleasure or pain. The lack of downtime is exhausting but life feels
almost like a fantasy… even more so than before. Each day Mistress
makes sure to spend some time teaching her about the tools, toys, and
tricks behind our lifestyle. I’m torn because I don’t mind. I
should mind though, right? Am I being unfaithful to Mistress to feel
this way?
I
save these thoughts for the few moments when I have time to let my
thoughts wander. They are in frequent and I have begun to appreciate
them greatly when they are there. The only things I remain
absolutely certain of are that I love Mistress with all of my heart
and that I am happy.
I
make sure to fluff my fur today while I prepare myself to venture out
into the world. Remembering this makes me feel like a good sub. A
good sub doesn’t make the same mistake twice… those are the words
I tell myself. I quickly finish my inspection and go to present
myself to Mistress.
I
help her into her coat, hat, and boots, completing the ritual with a
kiss to her feet.
“You
haven’t forgotten your respect violation yesterday, have you, pet?”
“No,
Mistress.”
She
presents a silver metal bulb from her pocket.
“Bend
over.”
I
cringe and whimper as I grab my ankles. I hear her spit and the
sound of friction. I let out a sob as the cold steel comes into
contact with the flesh of my thighs. My buttocks still throbs from
the daily beatings that have carried over day after day. I’ve
grown spoiled because of actual lube. I whine and cry out in pain as
the bulb penetrates me.
I
hear a clicking sound coming from behind me. I feel the bulb expand
and I groan in response.
“Give
me your hands.”
I
struggle for balance as I raise my arms behind me while remaining
bent over. I feel a tug on my wrists. A chain rattles and grazes
the skin on my rear before the click of the lock holds me captive in
place. I glance down as Mistress secures the chain between my
ankles.
“Try
to walk.”
I
raise my upper body and yelp. My wrists are chained to the plug. I
force my shoulders back, shift my weight to my heels and waddle a few
paces using tiny steps. Mistress lets out a hearty laugh.
“You
look fabulous, pet. I don’t think we’ll need your cape today.”
She
continues to giggle as she connects the leash to my collar. My face
grimaces in anguish. I open my eyes and find her face to face with
me, leaning in close. My chest heaves with each breath as her eyes
pierce mine. A tug on the leash lurches me forward and her lips meet
mine. Her tongue enters my mouth and I feel her consume my soul. My
sex strains against the belt. She abruptly pulls away and I whimper
with my mouth open and desire in my eyes.
“My
pet. Feeling a little aggressive today?”
I
feel the touch of her leather glove on my nipple. She gently takes
it between her thumb and index finger and rubs it gently. I let out
a low moan.
“Do
you want more, pet? Do you want me to touch you?”
Her
voice is sultry and easily seduces me. I whimper again. She drags
her lips across my cheek, teasing me with anticipation. I tilt my
head back and moan again. A chunk of silicon forces its way into my
mouth, pressing my tongue down as it barrels its way in. Mistress
pulls tight on the leash, causing the spikes to dig in as the gag
mutes my whine. Click, click.
“Naughty
boy. Maybe the little slut will be better behaved with a cock in his
mouth. That penis gag is perfect for you.”
I
hang my head in shame as she gives me a light smack on the cheek.
She raises my chin with her finger and her intense eyes stare into
mine. With a slow motion of her arm she caresses my cheek with the
fur cuff on her coat sleeve. I close my eyes and rub my face against
it and make a gentle cooing sound that is muted by the gag.
Her
red lips form a wide grin.
“Oh
my sweet pet just wants to show some affection. How do you feel?”
I
let out a small distraught whimper as the gag allows and rattle the
lock and chain behind my back.
“Do
you want me to take it out, is that it?”
I
nod and rattle my wrists again.
“Why
didn’t you say something?”
“Mmmph.”
is all I can muster.
“Well,
pet, all you had to do was ask, you know how important your comfort
is to me.”
She
cups her hands under my chin and plants a small kiss on my cheek. I
let out a low moan. Mistress removes her hands and her boots click
against the floor as she paces around me. I bend over awkwardly and
raise my hands as far as I can. I hear the rattle of the keys in her
hand.
Across
the room I hear a bang and then a clatter along the floor.
“Oops.
Those were supposed to land on the table.”
She
smacks me on the rear. My face frowns and I hang my head, dejected.
“That’s
much better. Those keys weigh so much that they were making my coat
sag on that side.”
Without
warning she strides forward and scoops up my leash and heads towards
the door. The abrupt tug pulls the spikes to life and I stumble a
little, waddling behind her. The first step outside meets me with a
biting gust of ice cold wind. I let out a small muffled cry. I
shiver as we make our way to the car. I miss my cape. I miss
underwear most of all.
I
watch as the back gate opens. I shuffle to it and make an awkward
effort to climb in. I twist and I turn but I can’t get my knee up
high enough, today’s ankle chain is shorter than usual.
“I’m
going to count to five. One… two… three...”
I
whine and turn around and sit. The force of the plug causes a grunt
and the weight of my body falls onto my wrists and hands. I raise my
legs and fall onto my side, shimmying myself into the carrier. The
back gate closes.
The
drive to the club feels like an eternity in this position. Either my
weight bears down on metal or I have to contort myself and strain my
back. The sudden lurch of the vehicle sends me sprawling but I sigh
in relief. Getting out of the vehicle proves much easier than
getting in. Mistress takes the leash in hand and takes her time. I
look on as she flips up the collar on her coat, shielding her cheeks
from the bite of the cold wind. That same wind easily finds its way
to my bare skin under my dress and my nipples harden and sting.
Without
the privacy of my cape I feel horribly exposed. I hurry and waddle
along behind Mistress, wishing I could cover my face to hide my
embarrassment. The cold soon robs me of my self-consciousness; I
just want to be inside where it’s warm. We finally make our way
inside the club and head to the same table as before.
The
club owner turns back and grins as she escorts us in.
“Was
the little boy naughty?”
“Yes,
he is quite the little trouble-maker.”
“Well
I’m sure he’s getting what he deserves.”
Mistress
lets out a small laugh while I blush and struggle to keep up with her
long strides. She finds her seat and pulls me close. I drop to my
knees and she pats my head until I come to rest with my chin on the
table. As the other group members file in, it’s the first time I
really get a good look at them. I don’t remember much from the
first meeting after Mistress set them loose on me. I spent most of
that time with my eyes closed.
I do
notice that the group size has dwindled. I remember Katelyn, Sarah,
and of course, Brittany. Most of the younger members did not
return. A new woman I do not remember sits across from me. Our eyes
meet and she blushes. I blush and let out a small smile that is
blocked from view by the gag.
They
start in immediately with questions for Mistress.
“So
where is everyone else?”
“I
do not think they will be attending anymore.”
“Why?”
“Various
reasons.”
“Like
what?”
Mistress
shifts her tone to a forced nonchalant attitude with a hint of
sarcasm.
“I
just wanted to learn how to tie my boyfriend up and spank him, not
come up with fantasies. This was a little bit more serious than I
was anticipating. It really freaked me out that you brought your sub
along. Things along those lines. It’s fine, I expected this to
happen which is why I came off a bit strong last week. If someone is
just going to dabble, there isn’t much that I need to teach them.”
A
chorus of agreement and understanding resounds.
“Did
everyone have time to do some fantasy work and think about what they
were looking for?”
I
glance around and most of them not or gesture in the affirmative.
“I
can start.”
“Sure,
go right ahead Katelyn.”
She
pulls out a small sheet of paper and unfolds it.
“In
my fantasy world, I rule it like a Queen while my submissive serves
and protects me like a loyal knight. He’s chivalrous and polite,
thoughtful and obedient. He doesn’t nag or resent my choices nor
try to question and belittle my reasons for wanting what I want. I
want him to love me and I will love him. He doesn’t ask for much
and is grateful for what I give him. He is a perfect gentleman.”
She
puts the paper down and the group gives a small round of applause.
Katelyn blushes a bit. I can understand why, sharing these types of
thoughts out loud for the first time can be a bit of an emotional
hurdle.
“That
sounds very lovely, Katelyn. It sounds like you will be seeking
someone that has interests falling in with being a service submissive
but one that isn’t looking for a slave-type dynamic. Those types
of relationships are often very pleasant with a deep loving bond.
Have you given any thought on how you would present that on a
personal profile?”
“I
was thinking about just going with this. Is there anything you think
I should add?”
Mistress
pauses for a moment.
“Possibly.
You may find it easier to narrow things down if you include a bit
about the things that you like and dislike. What do you do for
hobbies? Favorite types of food? That sort of thing. As important
as dynamics can be, you have to remember this person will be your
partner, hopefully for a very long time. For things to be truly
happy, both parties should feel like they are a good fit for one
another. Also… there’s the matter of kinks. Most sites will
have a checklist of some sort where you can list and browse
interests. Others prefer to list in their written profile. I know
others that prefer to keep those details secret and only reveal them
if they take interest in a potential sub.”
“I
can do the hobbies and interests no problem. As for the other… I
haven’t really gotten that far. When I mentioned that I wanted to
find a relationship that was similar to the one that my parents had,
I don’t really know what went on behind closed doors.”
“That
is understandable. Just be prepared that many of the potential
submissive men will be interested in some spice in the bedroom as
well. You could even put that you are in the process of discovering
that side of yourself and possibly list some things you would be
curious to try.”
“Thank
you, Cassandra. When I saw some of those lists they kind of freaked
me out. I thought that I would probably look awful if I listed that
I wasn’t sure.”
“Trust
me. As long as you list yourself as a Dominant Woman, there will be
no shortage of suitors.”
Brittany’s
eyes light up.
“Oooh.
Can I share mine? I wrote a profile.”
“Go
ahead, Brittany.”
“Okay.
Let’s see. Beautiful Domme seeks live in male sub. I am
extremely cruel and demanding. Your life will be hard. You will do
anything I ask and provide me access to your body at all times. You
should expect to cry a lot. Chastity is a must. While you may be
milked periodically, do not expect to have an orgasm for the duration
of your service to me. Be physically flexible and capable of
handling long periods of extended bondage. Cooking and cleaning
skills are a must. No masochists. If I choose to hit you, I don’t
want you to like it. No sissies. If I want to dress you up, I want
you to hate it. Do not expect me to fall in love with you. While I
may develop feelings for you over time, you should expect that I
don’t give a shit about your feelings. Read my interests to see
what I like. Local subs only unless you are willing to relocate
immediately.”
“Oh
dear...”
“Is
there something wrong with it?”
“Let’s
just say that you cracked the fantasy can wide open on this one.”
“Well,
yeah. But this is what I want.”
“If
you don’t mind being patient and wading through a sea of messages,
it will be fine. What you are asking for is a pretty tall order out
of the gate and it may be difficult to find a sub that is actually
capable of serving you in that capacity. In some cases it may be
easier to work your way up to that.”
“Damn.
I already posted the profile.”
“How
long ago?”
“Two
days ago.”
“Have
you received a sea of messages.”
Brittany
looks down at the table.
“Thousands…
upon thousands… upon thousands.”
“Did
any of them look promising?”
“I
think I’m going to take your advice and tone it back a little bit.
How bout that weather?”
Sarah
taps her palm on the table.
“You
can’t just say that and then not tell us.”
Brittany
rolls her eyes and pouts her lips, blowing her bangs around.
“Not
a single one. Not one. I got like 2000 dick pics. I’m not even
shitting you. TWO-THOUSAND in a day and a half. Like 5000 of them
weren’t local or willing to relocate.”
“Did
you get any local messages?”
“About
a dozen.”
“What
was the best one?”
Brittany
peers down at her phone and reads.
“Hey
babe. I wun 2 shot my cum in ur face.”
She
presents her phone as proof.
“I
meant best, like in, most promising. Not the funniest one.”
Brittany
ruffles her hair with her fingers before picking up her phone and
scrolling around.
“Shit
on m chest plz.”
“I’m
going to shove my cock in your mouth and break you like a little
bitch.”
“Sho
me yr tits. Ur hot. I wanto fuk u.”
The
laughter roars across the table.
“I
will shove my cock up your ass and make you beg.”
“Im
a natty sissy. Spnk me.”
“All
femdomz r just stupid bitches. Fuck you u greedy cunt. I hope u
die.”
“Did
someone really write that?”
“Yes.
bigcockman69 really has a way with words. I should probably delete
this profile and write one about long walks on the beach, world
peace, blah blah blah.”
Mistress
intercedes.
“Before
any of you laugh too hard… especially those that are looking for a
sub… be prepared. While your profile hopefully won’t bring out
the absolute dregs of humanity, even a blank profile with ‘female’
and ‘dominant’ selected will still get hundreds of messages a
day. I do suggest you network together. While you may be
technically in competition with one another, it will save you many
headaches if you work together at least a little bit in terms of
filtering. I can almost guarantee that all of you will receive the
same message from the same guy on the same day. I can even guess
what it will say. ‘Dear so and so. I really enjoyed reading your
profile. You seem very interesting and you’re very beautiful. I
would like to meet you.’”
“What
is wrong with that message?”
“Copied,
pasted, and likely sent to 50 plus Dommes in a row. If they don’t
give ANY details about what drew them to you, don’t bother.”
“So
is this how you found your sub?”
“Yes.
It was hellish. Easily one of the worst experiences of my life.”
“But
you found him, right?”
“I
did… seven weeks after he wrote to me. It took me that long to
sift through men that I thought were potentials… only to have them
all let me down.”
“I
don’t want to break the subject, but I have a quick question,
Cassandra.”
“Sure,
Jessica.”
“I
just heard from Amanda as to why she didn’t come this week and she
says that she think it’s sexist and demeaning to women the way you
dress your sub. Do you have any response for that type of thinking?
I mean, I kind of agree with her on some level.”
Mistress
taps me on the shoulder and then makes a lifting motion. I struggle
to reach my feet. My face burns red as that feeling of being on
display hits me full force.
“Do
you know any women who dress anything like this?”
“No
way.”
“Would
you ever dress like this?”
“I
wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that.”
“So
is he dressed like a woman?”
“Well,
he’s in a dress.”
“You’re
wearing pants today. I’m wearing pants today. Actually, all of us
are wearing pants today except for my pet. Since we are all women,
wouldn’t it be more woman-like for him to be in pants?”
I
watch Jessica process her thoughts as the edges of her mouth curl
into a smile.
“I
had never really thought about it that way. He isn’t dressed like
an actual woman.”
“I’m
glad that you understand where I’m coming from. Don’t get me
wrong, the way he is dressed is supposed to be demeaning, but it’s
only demeaning to him.”
I
frown and lower my eyes. My cheeks throb. Mistress taps my back and
I return to my knees.
“I
have a question if that’s okay.”
“Sure,
Haley. And you don’t need to raise your hand.” A few giggles
follow. Haley grins and squints for a moment.
“I’ve
been doing a lot of reading on all of this… and I mean a LOT of
reading. It seems like I keep coming across the topic of ‘I don’t
want a sub that’s a doormat.’ I don’t quite understand what
they mean in that. Like, they want a sub that is obedient but not a
pushover? Aren’t those things similar?”
“That
is a very good question. I believe that is mostly a criticism of
personality, or lack of. Would you want a life partner that never
had a thought or opinion on something that was worth sharing?”
“No
way. That would be boring.”
“Exactly.
A doormat is a sub that is uninteresting. They have nothing to
offer to a relationship except a body willing to obey commands and
most just don’t find that attractive as a life partner.”
“But
isn’t your sub a doormat? I mean, he just sits there gagged and in
chains.”
“That
is a very good question but my pet is not a doormat. His behavior is
a reflection of the dynamics of our relationship. He’s devoted and
loving and he’s actually very interesting. The fact is that I
suppress his personality much of the time.”
“So
if you were going to do that, why didn’t you just choose someone
that had no personality from the start?”
Mistress
lets out a small chuckle. I can tell she’s enjoying herself.
“I
really do love this group. You are asking exactly the right
questions. I would have to answer that question in two parts.
First, I had no idea our relationship would reach this point when
things got started. I had an idea of what I wanted but in the
beginning it was a lot less formal. We would go out on dates, have
long talks before bed. It was a lot of fun. The other part is that
during my screening process and testing out other potential subs I
learned something. Intelligent subs are more capable both in
learning and capacities. Also, subs with a lot of interests and
experiences are often more focus and meticulous. If my pet wasn’t
as detail oriented as he is, he would either have been beaten to
death by now or I would have moved on. I tried out a few subs that
were more like doormats and into the fantasy of being controlled but
when it came to actual performance they were sloppy and unable to
stay motivated without my constant supervision.”
“Okay.
I guess I will take your word for it.”
“Give
me a second.”
Mistress
retrieves a set of keys from her pocket and unlocks my gag, slowly
removing it from my mouth. I flex my jaw and my face flushes red as
I overhear snickers about the gag being shaped like a penis. My
shame is interrupted by the harsh realization that Mistress tricked
me, convincing me that she left the keys at home when she actually
had two sets of keys in her pocket.
“pet.
What movie won the Oscar for Best Picture in 1937?”
“The
Great Ziegfeld, Mistress”
“Who
starred in it?”
“Myrna
Loy and William Powell, Mistress.”
“What
about 1947?”
“The
Best Years of Our Lives, Mistress.”
“1968?”
“In
the Heat of the Night.”
“Do
you know the answers too, Cass?”
“No.”
“How
do you know they are correct?”
“Because if he wasn’t sure, he would respond that he doesn’t know.”
“Because if he wasn’t sure, he would respond that he doesn’t know.”
A
voice rings out from across the table.
“He’s
right. I just looked it up on my phone.”
“Who
wrote the opera Dido and Aeneas?”
“Henry
Purcell, Mistress.”
“Who
were Dido and Aeneas?”
“In
Greek mythology, Dido was the first queen of Carthage, Mistress.
Aeneas was a mythological hero of Troy and the son of Aphrodite.”
“Who
was the 14th President?”
“Franklin
Pierce, Mistress.”
“Who
won the American League Batting Title in 1985?”
“Wade
Boggs batted .368, Mistress.”
“National
League 1987?”
“Tony
Gwynn batted .370, Mistress.”
“Who
won Super Bowl IX?”
“The
Pittsburgh Steelers, Mistress. 16 to 6.”
“In
Einstein’s famous E = mc-squared equation, what do the variables
stand for?”
“E
is kinetic energy, m is mass, and c is the speed of light, Mistress.”
“What
year did King Edward III ascend to the throne?”
“1327,
Mistress.”
“1327…
are you sure?” I let out a small whimper.
“I
don’t know, Mistress. That one might be wrong.”
“It
was actually, 1327.”
“Poor
little pet, so quick to doubt himself.”
I
close my eyes and the joy fades from my face. That mistake will come
back to haunt me later.
“Do
you still think he’s a doormat?”
“Seriously?
He’s like a fucking trivia bot.”
Mistress
lets out a light chuckle.
“He’s
not perfect, but he’s not boring either. I choose to suppress his
personality when he is around others. That’s something I keep all
to myself.”
She
pauses to pet my head.
“My
pet is actually quite funny as well. He has this very dry sense of
humor but that started getting him in trouble very early on, so I
buried that as well. It’s enough to me just knowing that it’s
there.”
“Will
you tell us about that?”
“I’d
better not, let’s just say he thought it was ‘cute’ to every so
often try to create some humor at my expense. He’s learned his
lesson since then.”
I
hear the owner’s voice behind me giving the group a five minute
warning. Mistress rises and continues speaking.
“Thank
you everyone for attending today. As for next week, keep working on
your profiles. Also, try to come up with five behaviors you would
like your sub to have or not have and if you anticipate having to
train them to make that happen.”
I
remain kneeling while the others rise, attempting to keep attention
away from the anal plug. My legs and back ache and my wrists have
been battling the constant pressure of the spikes. I close my eyes
for a moment to rest. I feel the touch of the silicon jab me in the
lip. I open my eyes and my mouth as Mistress pushes it back into
place.
We
are the last ones to leave. Mistress paces herself to accommodate my
labored steps. At the car, I brace myself for the discomfort as I
sit and flip myself into the back. I’m not surprised when Brittany
enters the vehicle with Mistress.
“Damn,
Cass. Could you have walked any slower? It’s colder than a
witches’ tit outside.”
“I’m
sure there’s room in the pet carrier back there if you’d prefer
to huddle with my pet for warmth.”
“That
was a pretty good comeback.”
“I
know.”
They
share laughter as I struggle to ease the discomfort. My bottom is
beginning to ache and my wrists feel raw. My desire for a quick ride
home is squashed by a stop for coffee and a slew of random other
errands. It’s freezing back here. Mistress’s vehicle has
climate control for individual zones and it’s pretty safe to say
that I have no heat right now.
We
finally arrive at home and I hurry to prepare myself, excited to
return to warmth. Mistress takes my leash in hand as I find my feet
on the ground.
“Oh
my God, are his wrists chained to his butt?”
“So
you finally noticed.”
“Doesn’t
that hurt?”
“Probably.”
“I
love you, Cass. I swear that you are my hero. When I grow up I want
to be just like you.”
Mistress
stops and laughs. I let out a whimper as the cold stings against my
exposed skin. I have to wonder if she’s stalling on purpose.
Mistress leads the way as I waddle along behind her. Brittany
follows me, oohing and ahing at my predicament.
In
the entryway I breath a sigh of relief as my body begins to return to
its normal temperature. I turn and bend over, attempting to raise my
wrists as high as I can.
“I
don’t remember ordering you to do that, pet. Or am I mistaken?”
“No,
I’m pretty sure you didn’t ask him to do that.”
“Just
however should I deal with a slave that doesn’t know his place?”
“There
has to be something hanging on the dungeon wall that could help teach
him.”
“That
goes without saying. I was planning on unlocking him in a few
minutes but now I’m tempted to leave him like that all day. I
suppose I could handle the mundane burden of hanging up my own coat
just this once.”
Brittany
bursts out laughing. I slowly rise and turn to face Mistress. I
hang my head, dejected.
“But
if he isn’t doing his job, I think that deserves some extra
punishment.”
“I’m
glad we’re on the same wavelength, Brit. I was thinking an extra
dozen.”
“An
extra dozen for each of us. He’s technically failing twice.”
“Sound
logic. I’m sure my pet would agree that is more than fair.”
I
groan from behind the gag.
“You
know, Cass. I’ll bet if you shortened that chain you could
probably keep him hunched over and locking his ankles to it would be
hilarious. He wouldn’t be able to get off of his knees.”
“My
my, Brittany. You’re so cute when your inner sadist starts to
shine through.”
Brittany’s
face lights up a bright shade of red.
“God,
why do you have to do that?”
“Do
what? I’m merely giving you an innocent compliment.”
“You
know exactly what you’re doing. Ugh.”
The
way that Mistress playfully teases Brittany is very cute. I let out
a small giggle that barely escapes the gag. It takes me less than
half a second to regret that. Both heads turn to face me.
“I
think my slave has decided to be disrespectful yet again. It’s
almost as if he’s having trouble remembering my punishment policy
on repeated infractions of the same rule.”
My
face instantly contorts into a regretful frown.
“I
think some nipple clamps will help keep him focused, what do you
think?”
“I
think that’s a good start, but knowing you, I would have thought
you would be looking more along the lines of ‘making him sorry he
was ever born’ kind of a level.”
Mistress
responds with a laugh.
“Just
what kind of person do you see me as, Brit?”
“Like
a big bottle of awesome sauce.”
Mistress
laughs and takes a few steps closer to Brittany. I watch as she
places her hand on Brittany’s ass over her coat. Brittany’s face
again lights up red in an instant.
“Umm…
please move your hand.”
Mistress
begins rubbing in a circular motion. Brittany raises her face to the
sky and lets out a sigh.
“Just
keep going until you’ve had your fill. I totally walked right into
that one.”
Mistress
giggles as she circles her hand a few more times and then gives a
cupping squeeze before sliding her arm up and giving a slight squeeze
on Brittany’s shoulder.
“You
are so much fun. Now, about my slave. Unlock him or keep him
locked?”
“What
am I, your magic 8-ball?” She continues blushing.
“I
guess we’ll leave it up to fate.”
Mistress
heads for her wallet and presents a shiny coin.
“Heads
we unlock him, tails we leave him locked.”
I
hear the ding of her fingernail against the metal. The coin clatters
its metallic tone against the hard floor. I watch as it spins and
bounces along the grout between the tiles.
“If
we leave him locked, who’s going to cook us dinner?”
“I
can order delivery or take-out.”
“Sounds
good. Won’t he get sore?”
“Probably.”
“Probably.”
The
coin tips and teeters… gradually slowing itself. I watch intently
as it flips and it slowly chooses its side.
END
ACT
