That night we both slept like the dead wrapped around each other. The next morning everything was fine in our little world again.

I didn’t want a repeat of yesterday’s fuckery so until I figured out just what the fuck was going on I was keeping her inside.

We spent the day trying to work on her self-control. I was aware that she had a couple triggers. One was me calling myself her master, or even just the mention of the word, and the other was the sight of my cock. If ...