First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
The brandy cup kept refilling. The piles of “loot” seemed never-ending, almost as if the house was bringing more in from somewhere else. And every box and pile needed careful sorting. Mélanie had several boxes full of things and had come up with several more categories – including “sex toys” and “things to tie people up with, ack” – by the time she thought to look out the window again.
The moon was up; the sun was down. Mélanie swallowed.
“House? House, have you been trying to distract me?” That would explain why there kept being more and more boxes.
A trunk thumped down in front of her and opened up. Silk came whisking out – a dress. A dress worthy of a queen, or at least a Contessa.
“You are trying to distract me. Are you worried?” Continue reading