First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
They drank coffee together, smiling at each other and, at least in Mélanie’s case, thinking of how many ways the day could go. If he were like her earlier masters…. but he wasn’t.
She cleared her throat. “If there are things in the kitchen, I could cook breakfast,” she offered. “And then you can tell me what, specifically, you want me to do over the next couple days. I imagine,” she chuckled, a little nervously, but trying to still sound casual, “that you don’t want me to clean up the yard.”
“No, sadly, not that. I think she would like it better – but I think she understands the need for the mess, too. If you want to make breakfast, I won’t argue. The ‘fridge runs – you know what a ‘fridge is?” Continue reading