Mmm … here I am lying in bed while she’s off doing something important, and I’m completely drenched. It’s a wonder I can even spell after the scene she just did with me. What is my name again?

Slave. Oh, right.

I’m drained in the best way, with the backs of my thighs feeling as red and throbbing as fire. Uhh, the things she can do to me – and more. I really think I would say yes to just about anything she wanted with me at this point in our relationship.

Sometimes I think back to the first day we met, and all I can do is smile at her beautiful innocence. Or what I saw as innocence, at least.

She was helping fundraise for Toys for Tots (wonderful cause, I might add) with a friend of hers, handing out hotdogs to excited couples, friends and family all around. I remember that I was amazed by her personable nature, although she was really quiet at the same time.

I’ll never forget the way the wind caught her hair at one moment while I was talking with her. I knew I was done for right then. And I’m glad that I was.

Back then, when we were first dating, I had no idea about what she really wanted. She even hid it for some time, before I realized there was a sort of inhibited way she would talk dirty to me and tease me. I knew she really wanted to torture me. I can’t explain it other than that. She just wanted so badly to be awful to me, and something about that excited me, too. I wanted that evil part of her to show me what it was. Am I rambling?

“B-treats?” Hah! I have to laugh at her ridiculous nickname for me, calling it out into the house as if we’re some old couple with nothing left but silliness. And she sure can be silly.

“B …?” she hums, coming down the hall. Ooh! She’ll catch me here naked!

AH oop;a] -=–

[Kidnapped by a greater being, and held captive. Will return her in due time.]

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Oh funny. Verrrry funny. Okay, so it’s been two days! Who’s judging?
So where was I?