|
|
Author: * Subsumia CuChulainn -
2 Posts
on this thread out of
2 Posts
sitewide.
Date: Apr 12, 2004 - 16:26
My master went throught the formalities of getting us a room. I stood quietly in the background, so as not to attract attention to myself. I really don't want him to be mad at me.
His beatings hurt. Now, I enjoy some pain with my love, but not to the degree he inflicts on me. It is just not fun.
I tug nervously at my collar. I wish that I could get one that was at least attractive. This Roman boiled leather was harsh on my throat. I am afraid that my neck is raw.
He leads me up to the room we will share, and it is better than I assumed. Hopefully, being here will not be too terrible
|
|