“What are you doing home this early in the day anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be at the office?” “I left a bit early. I thought we could spend...some time together, but it looks like you’re busy,” she said, nodding at my now-flaccid member. What? This is the woman who caught me getting cornholed by our housesitter three days ago? I thought she was gonna cut my balls off when she walked in that day and now, all of a sudden, she catches me jacking off when I’m supposed to be working and she says. “Because you want to,” cheryl answered softly. “You pushed and pushed to get this contest and then you totally threw it so you would lose. You wanted to be stripped of your position as Mistress. You want to become a slave.”“That’s not true,” Mistress Tracy said, shaking her head as she spoke, but her voice was soft and quivering.“Tracy,” cheryl replied, “you are forgetting that we grew up almost together. We weren’t at the same high school, but we competed against each other.”Cheryl walked over. His actions were met with a collective jeer from the rest of the patrons and many of the leather and chain clad crowd began to close in. "Dammit," Alicia whispered to herself, "only two more hours to go and now I have to deal with this bullshit."She hurried down the length of the bar until she was opposite the suit. Leaning over she rapidly whispered, "Excuse me, sir, but I really think you would be much happier at the Rosebud Lounge down the street."He turned his cool, oblivious gaze to her. This ability to take a person, no matter their background, at their word and move beyond it, endeared him to nearly everyone.It had caused some problems in his relationships, when the women he dated asked why he never expressed his concerns, but over time, as they became inured by his taciturn behavior, they relished his listening to their every word. When required to talk about his own day, few cared for details of his time spent dealing with shit, so they wouldn’t press.In short, as long as.