Gwen: Looking down the abyss (pt 4)

Miserable – absolutely fucking miserable.

The latex shaft pummeling her pussy was very unforgiving. Things were not getting fun now. Things really sucked.

“Where the hell is the joy in this?” Gwen kept repeating in her head over and over again.

She was sweating, twisting and turning in her seat at M continued to drive.

“This is not fun.” She said aloud on the way home. She was pissed. Unhappy. It was clearly one of those events where “It sounded good in the moment, but this fucking sucks.” Her expression told M all he needed to know.

He never looked at her.

No acknowledgment.

He didn’t need to, she knew this too. Gwen sighed under her breath as she was not looking forward to the chain of events that were about to unfold.

The drone of the wheels traversing the pavement made a dull noise inside the cab of the car. Nothing. No words from him, a very fiery “I’m unhappy” vibe clearly coming from Gwen.

As the silence grew, Gwen suddenly realized that her words were a little more … pointed – than she probably would’ve done before. “Shit.” She thought to herself.

M maintained his composure, maintained his silence. She instantly became more aware of everything he was doing. How he was breathing. She watched his jaw (usually an indicator of his anger) and then the eyes. M has very telling eyes. He’s not a very good poker-face … and consequently his mood can be ever present. That works in Gwen’s favor … but for some reason she was having a very difficult time reading him tonight. “Shit!.”

The car pulled into the driveway. M opened up his door and got out without a word. Gwen hesitantly opened hers, gathering herself she eased herself outside of the car, closing the passenger door behind her. Her heels clopped on the concrete as she pressed the sides of her skirt down as she followed him into the house. The cuffs she wore secured her limbs – but they weren’t bound together. The long skirt and long sleeve blouse she wore covered them up. Unless someone really studied her, they would be oblivious to what she wore.

The silence continued.

Gwen’s anxiety shot UP – a thousand points or more. Her heart is racing – knowing she’s in deep full shit. It dawned on her that any discomfort, any pain, any sweat, any inconvenience she had been enduring up until now – was nearly abated. “Fuck, if only I kept my mouth shut.”

M led the way inside. The silence was obvious, apparent and gauged. She was beginning to fear what was going to happen next.

He took off his jacket, emptying out his pockets like any other day they had been out shopping or running errands. But clearly there was an energy that wasn’t right. The silence didn’t help matters as it was complicit in building the anxiety between them. Gwen instantly became aware of every movement M was making. She half expected him to cold cock with a single blow – but that didn’t happen. “Fuck! Just get this fucking shit over with!” She screamed internally.

What M did after they stepped inside was seemingly normal. He went about closing things up, turning out lights, the normal ritual of things.

Gwen stayed in the living room with him with everything she had with her. She went to sit down on the couch. He immediately sensed what she was about to do.

“No.” The first words he uttered since the incredibly awkward car ride home. The tone was calm. Calculated. It wasn’t hate filled, but it was deliberate. It wasn’t yelling – but it was – very specific. Gwen froze before planting her butt in the cushioned sofa. Her mind racing about what to do – what not to do. “God dammit – just get it over with!” she again screamed inside herself.

No other words were spoken as she remain standing in the same spot. M continued reviewing some paperwork and envelopes he received in the daily mail. Gwen thought better of doing or saying anything else, so she opted to slowly adjust her stance to where she was standing fully erect in her “rest pose,” which wasn’t a formal Gorean stance, but one that was demure enough to be recognized as being respectful to the dynamic. Her arms were at her side, slightly behind her, her gaze downward.

After several minutes, M completed what he was doing and began to make his way through their kitchen and in to the master bedroom. His demeanor wasn’t angry, but he was definitely consumed. There was a constant steady pace in his mood. Gwen hesitated to move at first until she saw that he was closing things and turning off lights for the night. Even without direction, she knew to follow him into the bedroom with her arms still slightly behind her. Gwen’s heart was racing and she was starting to sweat even more now.

She made it to the bedroom when she looked in – standing in the doorway – she noticed the pile of sheets at the end of the bed where she had previously laid. The chain was still attached. Nearly everything was as they left it. She even caught a waif of her smell when she dripped earlier.

M wasn’t in the room. She figured he went into the master bathroom, but it left her feeling a little uncertain what to do next. She remained standing for what seemed like forever. Because of what happened in the car, she definitely didn’t want to make any presumptions that could send things further into a tailspin. Her heart was pounding slightly as she scanned the room before seeing something on the bed. She couldn’t quite make it …

The belt.

“FUCK!” she screamed inside.

Gwen’s gaze fixated on the 2 inch wide black full grain leather belt coiled on the disheveled bedding. She began to panic a bit when she looked up to see a silhouette of M in the doorway to the bathroom. She was unaware how long he had been standing there. It startled her.

His sleeves were rolled up which was not how he was when they arrived home. She began trying to calculate all the possible things he could or would do to her. The sleeves – through her.

The uncomfortable silence was mounting yet again.

She couldn’t hold the gaze of the faceless man with the light of the bathroom overpowering the available light in the bedroom. His face was in shadows, but she could feel his gaze as she shrunk worse.

“Strip.” the silhouette offered softly from the opposing doorway.

A knot developed in her stomach as she took a deep breath before undoing her clothing. She light jacket peeled off her marked up arms. Next she removed the blouse quickly, but not desperately. Her resolve focused on immediate compliance. The skirt gave way as her incredibly tight and sweaty latex panty was dripping sweat, cum and lube . She had some redness in concert of the marks she bore. Gwen let out a sigh of relief as the cool air met the sweat droplets – chilling them and giving her some much needed cooling.

The relief was brief as she focused on her remaining items – leaving the dildo panties for last – assuming he may want them remained on. After the heels were removed, she stood in her leather cuffs and the vaginal invader. Gwen returned her arms down by her sides, slightly behind her hips. The light clink of the o-ring was the only sound present.

The tension continued.

M stepped back into the bathroom – leaving Gwen in the doorway with the pile of clothes at her feet.

She heard water. Like a tub was filling up.

“Oh dear God no …. ” she immediately knew what this likely meant.

Water play is different than water sports. She liked the water and on the edgy side of things, she liked the idea of being drowned. The thought that the tub was filling up excited her to no end.

But it was conflicting for her too.

M made no secret that he had some strong feelings about punishments. If something “deserved” a punishment, then it’s indicative of something major problem within the relationship dynamic. He doesn’t do punishments that are normally linked to scene play so this was slightly unusual. Her mind was racing in many circles.

He emerged from the bathroom and into the doorway once more.

“Come here.” The voice called out. He was wringing his hands with a towel.

Gwen took slow steps forward into the room. The dripping glop between her legs quite evident and unavoidable to look at. Her cheeks were burning red with embarrassment but she knows M enough that he’s loving every second of this.

The whole thing was confusing her. As approached the disheveled bedding on the floor, M calmly said: “Stop.”

She took a partial step before retreating her left leg and maintained her position.

After standing for a couple of seconds, M stepped forward into the room very slowly and deliberately. Her eyes went downward into the beige carpet.

“Now about that comments in the car.”

Gwen sank and let the rest of the air out of her lungs. “Yes Sir,” she meekly offered.

The silence returned. Growing outward. M’s calmness was disturbing in and of itself. She knew she messed up. She knew there would be repercussions, but the silence was overwhelming her.

“I misspoke.” She said under her breath.


“I misspoke.” She offered slightly louder.

“What exactly did you misspeak about?”

“I, I … I was disrespectful.”

The air of disappointment was apparent.

“Yes you were.” He replied.

Dead silence. Dreaded silence. Deafening silence. Gut wrenching silence.

Finally, “What about next time?” He asked.

“There’s going to be a next time?!? All things holy … GOD!” She immediately screamed inside her head. “Think! Think! Answer his question.”

“I find myself needing guidance in terms of how to eliminate or reduce the outburst that happened. I thought I had it under control and I was hot, the dildo was hurting and ….. ” She caught herself. Rambling was fine, but when it starts spilling over to excuses and deflecting blame … that’s when it doesn’t set well with M. Gwen caught herself and immediately stopped. After re-thinking her words, she spoke again.

“I’m sorry Sir.” she offered.

Several more seconds of silence as she could feel the weight of his gaze pressing down upon her. She could at least see the whites of his powerful blue eyes staring her down. He continued standing there before simply saying:

“Floor,” was all he said.

He stepped from the shadow of the doorway and went over to the bed to grab her chain. He let out a long sigh and one could tell he was still not happy.

Gwen immediately complied by preparing herself to kneel and ultimately be in her typical “resting” position. The latex dildo panty remained and managed to work into her position with the vaginal invader punishing her deeply. She tried not to wince, but it wasn’t possible.

M then retrieved her leather collar and locked it around her neck. Gwen desperately wanted to reach out to him, but she knew that would be a very bad idea. As the lock secured the leather strap around her throat, M took a couple of steps away from her back towards the bathroom.

No words were spoken. The air was think with a lot of negative, a lot of unsettled emotions and feelings. Gwen felt like melting into the floor and beyond. She sighed to herself.

M made his way back to the doorway of the bathroom. Her gaze was not on him, but towards the floor in front of her. She was punishing herself for what happened. She heard some shuffling and glanced over at him, then did a double take.

With his back to her, he began to strip out of his clothing. The light providing a perfect contrast of light and dark. Removing the long sleeved dress shirt revealed his backside. His slacks and boxer briefs were lowered to expose his ass as he continued to work himself free of his work clothes. Fully naked, M didn’t acknowledge or notice her captivating gaze as his nakedness. His clothes lay huddled just outside the bathroom.

Clearly the bath was for him and not for her. This devastated her in many ways because it denied her any ability to witness said nakedness in the bath. It also denied her the ability to help clean him, her personal service of him – a task she enjoyed – immensely. Having that personal connection, one-on-one time was something Gwen loved.

She shifted in her bondage as M disappeared into the bathroom. Tears began to well up as she contemplated what happened. There was loneliness. Gwen heard M again in the bathroom before turning the lights out in the bathroom. Her bondage, her gut wrenching feeling, the soft glow of the moon outside made her reflection even more powerful. She felt horrible for what she did.

It wasn’t the first time M had taken a bath or shower in the dark. He loved the feeling of resting his eyes in the darkness as much as the water soothed him. On this night, he did light a few candles but that even made the air even worse: a potential romantic evening – dampened.

Gwen couldn’t hold back the tears. She tried to keep them embedded inside – but her weeping was occasionally audible. M wouldn’t hear it – and she was thankful for that part. She coiled herself onto her bedding sobbing into the sheets and comforter. The coolness of the room set in – as a soft glow emerged from the bathroom from the few scented candles he lit.

As the tears continued to envelope her, she was getting tired and started drifting asleep. Her thoughts became dreams and her dreams became thoughts – it was confusing, but the expulsion of emotion exhausted her to the point she fell into a deep sleep. Her thoughts muddled, but in dreamland – it doesn’t matter.

M stood up from the bathtub. It was the perfect way to let those emotions sink into the water. He felt relaxed and not as tense as when the arrived home.

He was most unhappy.

There’s a knowing component when it comes to the dynamic they share together. If it’s known, it doesn’t need to be repeated over and over again. M knew that Gwen was sick to her stomach and he knew she was upset about it as well. “She won’t want to make this same mistake again,” he thought to himself.

At this point of their relationship there was the expectation of the honeymoon feels to start fading away – where the real maintenance really needs to kick in. He knew that he had to grasp this while the moment was ripe. They had talked about punishments and acceptable forms of conduct. Gwen knows what is expected of her – and she also knew that what transpired was not acceptable. It was a poor reflection onto him – and as a result, that was hurting her in more ways than she could imagine.

He reached for the nearby terrycloth towel, letting out a sigh, he breathed into the fragrant fabric. His thoughts were slowing down, allowing him to focus.

As the drain continued it’s slow emptying process, he stepped out and continued to dab dry the droplets that remained affixed to his skin. He replaced the towel back on the nearby rack and carefully extinguished the candles that illuminated his bath.

He took a step into the doorway and looked in the direction of Gwen. The moonlight cast a soft glow from the window. He stood there as he watched her asleep on the floor – chained – secured. He marveled at her beauty, even with everything that had transpired earlier in the evening. Gwen’s mostly naked chained and cuffed body was intertwined and coiled with the sheets. The latex invader panties still looked deliciously tight on her – despite the issues throughout the evening. M’s cock stirred slightly at his cherished girl. M is incredibly lucky.

After finishing up in the bathroom, he came into the bedroom and over by her side of the bed. She hadn’t moved and her heavy breathing was a pretty clear sign she was asleep. He located her handwritten journal that she keeps for him (and herself.) After finding a pen – he returned to his side of the bed and turned on a small light so that he could write on the next available page:

“g ~

I anticipate you’ll wake up at some point in the middle of the night. I am here, I am in bed. I have also unlocked your chain from the bed, but the chain is still attached to your collar. You may use the restroom and return to the floor. The dildo panties will remain on for the duration of the night. But the purpose of this journal will be to allow you to purge your thoughts and feelings onto paper. I want you to write – only if you’re not able to sleep after you wake. You’ll stay on the floor until you’ve finished your writing, then you may come into bed with me – locking yourself on the corner headboard post per normal.

We’ll discuss things further in the morning and tomorrow.


He got up out of bed and proceeded into the kitchen naked where he took a refrigerated snack sized Hershey’s candy bar and brought it back into the bedroom with him. Gwen remained unmoved as he placed her journal, pen and chocolate on the floor near her. He then proceeded to her side of the bed where he unlocked her chain from the bed frame placing it on her side of the bed before turned on her reading light so that she could see.

The moon had begun it’s nightly traverse as its brilliance was considerable given that it wasn’t quite a full moon. The glow had made it into the bedroom and at the place Gwen was resting. She stirred somewhat. The floor was not forgiving. There was pain shooting down her head and neck down her left side. She was somewhat disoriented as she slept hard.

When she came to – she started looking around for M. She peeked over the edge of the bed to see that he was on his side of the bed sleeping. She looked to see the clock staring “3:12am” back her. She slumped into her little covered comforter and sheet bed on the floor. Resting her head on her hands, she gazed out on the floor – suddenly noticing the journal, pen and what appeared to be a wrapper.

Gwen was puzzled at first, but saw the pen and chocolate. She grinned as she finally sensed some relief since they got home. She opened her journal to find what he had wrote and she glanced down at the chain once she realized she was free of being bound.

She unwrapped the still-cool chocolate and nibbled it down until it was gone. The level of stress went down another level or two.

After she finished her chocolate, she winced to find the vaginal invader still very prominent in her pussy. Gwen let out a small whimper that surprised her – as she was trying to be quiet. She reached and gathered up the chain that was still locked to her neck and she got up off the floor. It didn’t even dawn on Gwen that her light was on – but she did notice it after she went into the bathroom.

She strained as she pulled the latex invader from her deep recesses. A gasp and some facial contortions overcame her expression as she finally freed herself from the extremely conforming garment. As the pee streamed out of her, the pussy was not happy about things. She was pained. It was bordering on that last nerve she experienced at the restaurant.

“Breathe Gwen … breathe.” she kept reminding herself as she released the last few drops from her bladder. She was trying not to get upset about it, but she knew that M would want to know – hence the journal and the instructions on the panties … he KNEW … and was getting her to flesh it out on paper. “Damn he’s good,” she quietly thought to herself. She hated that she was going to face it, but at the same time – she relished the notion he was inside her head. He probably even knows what she’s going to write about – but it’s the process of putting pen to paper that matters to him. It’s a process that he’s used for a long time that has been helpful.

As she sat on the toilet contemplating the vaginal invader – she reached over and grabbed the lube. She dutifully applied some on the erect member before lathering some down her slit and inside her tender pussy. Easing the long black dong back into her vagina was no easy task. She winced in pain as the dildo returned to its familiar position. She continued to pull on the panties to smooth them out until she was fully encased in them again.

She found tears starting to form in her eyes as a result of this. She began to feel defeated. She began to question that she can’t do this. She can’t be the slave he wants or deserves. There’s no way she can keep doing this.

Gwen carried her chain back into the bedroom and returned to her huddled bedding. Her thoughts were swirling as she had no idea what to right. M was always so good about her writing by reinforcing that there wasn’t a right or wrong answer because as long as it was a true feeling from within – then she was always going to be right. She kept churning this over in her mind until she decided that she needed to spill her soul in terms of what this evening has done to her mentally, physically and emotionally.

“M ~

I’m not sure how to begin this or where to start, but I’m pretty sure this is going to end in disaster.”

Not exactly the most flowery journal entry start but then this wasn’t your average run of the mill issue either. Gwen started describing the evening, preparing, how everything got to be so overwhelming, how dinner was horrible because she couldn’t get her mind off the fact a 7 inch latex dong was shoved up her pussy.

However writing that, part of that same pussy tingled somewhat, something Gwen outright dismissed because there was no chance in hell she was going to admit that one. It was kind of hot, but her headspace was far too negative to try and reconcile the aftermath.

She concluded:

“Ultimately I don’t know if I’m cut out for this. I’m sorry. I wish I was better or had a better mindset coming in. Maybe I’m just a bottom that likes to play every so often. I don’t know. I’m confused, I’m upset and I just want out.


With tears still forming, the old tears stained and dried on her cheek, Gwen reached and placed the pen & journal on the bed. She then returned to her bedding, softly sobbing herself to sleep yet again. The feeling gutted her as she knew the end was near.


If there’s anything in life that’s reliable is the fact that every morning the sun will rise and give illumination on things. In many ways the rising sun gives birth to a new day, a new way of looking at things and in Gwen’s case, a new way to internalize everything that ultimately felt the doom looming with every breath she inhaled.

M stretched and woke first. Gently turning over to see if his slave was in bed with him. She wasn’t. He let out a sigh and drew the sheets back – gently easing his legs to the floor. He completely missed the fact the journal had been placed back on the bed. He stood up. His naked frame reflecting the morning’s glow from the window. He took a couple of steps to the end of the bed. M spotted the journal and then saw his girl asleep on the sheets on the floor.

He reached and got her journal book, glancing down at her beauty and left the bedroom.

The pain was getting unbearable.

She did not sleep well. Her body ached as she tried to stretch. The light was harsh on her eyes as she started to figure out what happened. Reality began setting in again as she realized she was on the floor and then all the feelings, memories and emotions from last night swelled up inside her again. As her brain became less foggy she noticed a tent folded piece of paper a few inches from her head:

“Breakfast nook.”

She let out a sigh and just stared blankly at the note for several seconds. She managed to pull herself up on her hip. Blood rushed down again as her aching bones really didn’t enjoy the thought of getting up. Gwen had to use the restroom. For a moment she contemplated going before heading out to the breakfast nook.

Suddenly she smelled some much needed coffee. She was spent, tired, sore and otherwise in a very cranky mood. Gwen stretched and recovered her chain, gently pulling it to her body as she went to get up. Her pussy throbbed badly and not the good throb either. Things were starting to hurt pretty good.

Getting to her feet, Gwen’s walk looked pained, her hair was a mess, makeup smeared all over. Normally she would be horrified she was presenting in this manner, but she has been on automatic pilot after seeing the simple tent note’s two word instruction.

As she made her way into the kitchen, she felt the weight of the chain and decided this wasn’t for her. All of it – just not what she wanted at all.

M was dressed very casually in shorts and a shirt – a contrast to what Gwen’s attire (or lack thereof) consisted of. She noticed two cups of coffee on the small nook table. Some fruit, croissants and her journal in between the two large mugs.

She covered herself with her arms as she went to seat herself with the large intruder still causing her pain.

M’s look and demeanor was very much changed. This didn’t make Gwen feel any better because of all the things flooding through her mind. She was defeated and was resolved to end this.

“Good morning.” M started as he looked warmly, but deeply into her. He knew everything she was going through. He was feeling everything she was going through. The journal only confirmed it. She cupped the coffee with both hands, but didn’t say anything.

“Good morning,” he repeated, the warmness now becoming a little more lukewarm. The repeated phrase startled her and quickly got her realigned again.

“Good morning, Sir.” She replied.

There was a silence between them, both having their hands around their morning java supply.

“Rough night.” He acknowledged. Gwen resisted the urge of making a smirk “bonus points for Captain Obvious.” Thing is, he detected it. She knows this too – which always makes for interesting conversations. Him acknowledging it helps in some ways because in past relationships her boyfriends have always been oblivious to “Captain Obvious” moments.

“No.” He followed up with after. Gwen looked confused for a moment as to what exactly he was saying no to.

“You are here, you are mine. This will pass.” There was a definite energy change as the sentences reached their conclusion. Any equivocation as to how he felt about the obscure emotional journal post was immediately answered. In a way it was good to dive right into the issue, but she was bristling angry. Her hair began standing up on end and she chose to fight back.

“I will not. No. This isn’t working. I can’t do this. I’m really fucking pissed off. I hurt and I’m in pain and I haven’t slept and ….” her voice trailed into a waterfall of tears that were coming out. “No, I can’t.” she kept repeating as she tried covering herself, pulling within herself as best she could.

“I know you can’t do this. I know it isn’t working. I know you’re really fucking pissed off.” as the words sizzled off his tongue. “Tell me something I don’t know.” He challenged her.

“What in the name of all things fucked?” she snidely said inward, but her expression back to him shot it out. “You heard me. Tell me something I don’t know.” he repeated again.

Astonished she had nothing. She was completely shaking her head as though that was going to reset things to a logical state. Her mind was whipping into high speed and yet nothing was coming to her.

“Come on – you’re wasting my time.” He challenged further. Pressing the gaping wound and not letting go.

Now she was pissed. But the words weren’t forming because she wanted to execute that challenge by way of fire hose – but nothing was coming to her. “FUCK!”

“I know you can’t be a slave, but you don’t have any idea why.” He kept hammering it.

“Because you’re an asshole for making me wear this stupid shit for your own cockratification ….” ….. and after that instant purge, she felt better. She felt relieved. She felt vindicated, justified and otherwise strong in her articulation … even if her articulation was on the PG-13 side of things.

But there it was ….

M grinned as he took it in stride. Again, anticipating this.

“Yes. It is for my own … cockratificiation ….” M said nearly bursting into giggles. Gwen caught onto her word use and tried not to smirk.

“…. but you still haven’t gotten to the why YOU … YOU … can’t be a slave.”

“What the …” she thought to herself. “This guy is off his rocker.”

“Because I can’t be what you need, what you want. I am in so much God damn pain right now I can’t see straight. I’m very irritated and I’m frustrated and I’m done … I’m done.” Her voice trailed off.

M sat back in his chair a bit, pulling the coffee mug from the table.

“I get it, but you still don’t.” M continued the cryptic repartee.

Again, Gwen had a puzzled look on her face as she stared at him. After taking a long sip of coffee, he placed the mug on the table and leaned inward, his energy changed and she suddenly sensed it. Her eyes got wider as he got closer.

“You underestimate yourself in unfathomable ways.” He started out.

“Consider – every single, solitary thing from yesterday afternoon to right this moment.”

She was baffled at the comment, but her interest was piqued.

“You left here in a rush, in haste, with a yard stick up your cunt. You hustled on 4 inch heels while the yard stick was punishing you twat. You gathered yourself to the best of your ability. We dined. We ate. You were absolutely maxed out because I pushed you there.”

Gwen held her breath.

“Then when we got up to leave, your yardstick decided to knock you off balance and you accidentally fell into the waiter on your heels. You were humiliated and yet you continued to follow me to the car. You were pissed beyond all imagination and you were infuriated that all of this could’ve been avoided if you weren’t wearing that fucking dildo inside you.” M ranted.

Gwen was shrinking a bit.

“So then the outburst in the car happened. Understandable. Quite impressive actually and we made it home where you were still quite upset and now you were afraid of what I was going to do. You expected the worst. You expected the absolute worst I could do. You were fucked and you knew it. You are fucked and you know it.”

She suddenly felt a bit more meek and less sure than when she made her way to the nook.

“Then you weren’t done yet. You continued where you were and then train got off the rails a little bit and you caught yourself. You stopped. You figured it out and in that moment – that’s when you changed. Your crystallized moment came to that moment that you went into full surrender.”

Astonished, Gwen continued to sit in silence.

“When you were instructed to strip and go on the floor, you did. When you were unlocked in the middle of the night, you could’ve left – you didn’t. You knew where I have my keys – but you didn’t. You were instructed to write – and you did. You didn’t have to. You could’ve walked out right then – but you didn’t. At any point after I went to bed, you could’ve left but you chose – not to.”

“Then …”

“You had the ability to take off the collar. You also had the capability to take off those infernal panties too. But you didn’t. Even after you went to the bathroom, you lubed yourself back up and inserted the yardstick back on up there. You came back in – wrote in your journal, then proceeded to stay – at the bottom of the bed on the floor.”

“Finally …”

“This morning, you woke up. You read the note and you came straight here. You desperately need to use the restroom – I know you do right now in fact. But you could’ve pulled off that god damn yardstick and pee’d in the bathroom – but you didn’t. You could’ve unlocked your chains, gotten dressed – left out the door or come here, but you didn’t.”

“Like it or not – you surrendered last night and this morning than ever before.”

“So once again – I ask you WHY do you think you’re not my slave?”  His steely blue eyes darken, his energy growing darker and darker as the challenge was placed before her.

Gwen sunk into her chair. “FUCK!” she screamed.

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