My legs, I know, are good- athletic, quite muscular. But my guess is that they’re ogling my thickdark pubic bush. Because my arms are bound, they...use a knife to cut awaymy tank top. There is a whistle of appreciation at the sight of my bare chest,my worked abdominals. Though my breasts are probably far too small for most,the way in which my arms and elbows are bound behind my back accentuates them,my nipples are like pencil erasers in the humid air. "Kneel." There seems no point resisting,. I waited, tense, for some sign that it had worked. Flickering candles, thunder, demonic laughter……..nothing. What a waste of time. I thought to myself. I stood up, turned on the lights, blew out the candles, dumped the incense into a nearby ashtray, and went back to the kitchen. I should have known that all that stuff I found on demon summoning on the internet was full of crap. Probably just a bunch of psych ward patients on those forums anyways. I turned on my playstation and went to Netflix,. The remains of my lunch from the plane paint the dirt on the side of the road, as tears stream down my face.“Mom, is dad okay?” Ashley asks, while Kally cries her own tears.“Honey, are you alright?” I can feel my wife rubbing my back, reassuringly, but I shake her off. I don’t want to be touched right now.Why am I still having this dream? That all happened months ago. Why can’t I be stronger?Wiping my mouth, I sit up, and suck in a deep breath.“Honey. . .?”“I’m fine,” I snarl at her. Can’t she. . mutually ... broke the clinch, gasping with the intensity of it. At least, I was. Tiffany seemed to have a glazed expression."I should not have done that," I said."I'm glad you did," she answered. "Master ... I want you to know ... I belong to you. I am yours, however, whenever you want. As your slave, as your servant, as a toy, as a lover. Whatever you need, whenever you need it." That's ... I don't know what to say..." Master, I trust you. Do you know why?"I shook my head, still stunned by.