And funny. And gorgeous. And not bad in bed, overall." I sat up and leaned over him, running my eyes down his chiselled physique before settling on hi... member, again – or still – erect."Not bad?" He sounded hurt.I grinned and winked. "I think you could benefit from some practice."In the morning, I woke to find Alistair watching me. I smiled and blushed, and he leaned over to kiss me softly."Good morning," I rasped, voice thick with sleep."Good morning, my love." He kissed me again, and I. I wouldn't have had to. After all, I likely wouldn't be wearing them too long anyway. When I had applied for "enslavement" at the Institute, I could simply have opted for the self-collaring - a simple pickup where the only clothing prescription would have been that I would have put on the leather puppy-collar which would have been sent to me in the mail. Instead, seemingly on a whim, I had chosen the full package - the off-the-street-kidnapping. For a moment, I had even considered choosing the. But they won’t let the dogs go, not unless they’re desperate. They want me alive, to bring back and punish publicly. I trip over a root, and fall toward the ground as if in slow motion. My hands go forward to block my face from the ground, but it makes no difference. One lone tree branch, sticking out to the side, comes at me. I can see it coming, thick and sharp. I scream as searing pain shoots through my head, my eye punctured by the errant branch. Blood gushes everywhere and I go on. When I just went the bathroom I realized that you haven't put the door handles in yet so there was a hole in the door just about where he was standing. What do you think he was doing? I know he looked startled and acted weird, for the ½ second that I had the light on."She then sat up in bed and said "Oh my god! He was fucking the door!"I was stone cold and all the blood had rushed out of my head. That's when I said the stupidest thing. I said, " What, why would anyone want to fuck a door hole?".