Of course, she still had the leather collar and tag on, which spoiled the effect somewhat."They stopped raping me," she said. "Thank you." That was th... deal," I said. "You write for me and you don't get raped. I bet you didn't get as good an offer as that from your regular literary agent."She gave me a humourless grin. "Does the same thing go when I give you the script or does that mean you just take your turn then?" That's not very kind," I said, though I'd been thinking she look a whole lot. We walked the considerable distance to the parking lot where I had left my car, talking easily and enjoying the unseasonably mild temperatures. I was feeling especially good about how this first date with Charlotte Hamilton was going -- not only because the choice of restaurant had turned out even better than I had expected, but because she seemed to be at ease and enjoying my company."Georgia is quite smitten with you," she told me as we settled into the car for the drive back to her. John hadn't come with additional lingeriebut did have some makeup so we made up each other with lipstick and eyeshadow. Weirdly, even though we looked silly it also turned on both of us,seeing our lover making an effort for each other. And when we kissed ourlips slide against each other, making it even better.John took my hand and led me into his bedroom. We quickly took off thebedspread (hotel bedspreads must be the single most unhygienic items onEarth) and lay down together, side by side,. ?Your wish is my command you little pussy slut.? I laugh to myself because its so true. But I'm not just anyones pussy slut, I'm yours. You get the harness on and stroke the pink dildo. I give you begging eyes and whine while I watch you. ?Do you want something pet?? ?God yes Mistress. I want you to...I want you? All of a sudden I get shy and nervous to ask.?Don't get shy now pet. We both know what you need. So ask me? You say in an authoritative tone that makes my knees buckle. ?Mistress will.