Thrak put his arm around me and pulled me to him. I hugged him for a moment, my thoughts whirling.I was scared of my magic. How did that happen?“Wha... happened?” he whispered.“It rebuffed my magic,” I whispered.I couldn't be scared of my magic. I was a mage. Well, a warlock. It was all I had now. If I couldn't use my magic, I would be useless to the Quest. Angela needed me to perform the Ritual of Reclamation. I took a deep breath. There was nothing to be afraid of. I had used magic for years. If he says to lift my shirt, I must do that immediately. Sometimes he instructs me to make my nipples hard prior to offering them to him. He says he doesn’t want to see flat girls nipples, he wants hard woman’s nipples ready to be suckled on.My frustration is building, impatient with my own body….. I stare at my nipple every time I touch it, just wanting to see one drop…..watching and waiting……Then success !!!!!!So I mentioned I had a drop or two each side….well that’s still all there is…….How. I keep picking up my phone, checking for messages. For the 50th time I check the volume is on, battery full. Every single minute feels like an hour. Sitting on the sofa, the TV, volume up, but you hear nothing. White noise fills my ears. I can hear my heart beating. I feel sick. But, my cock feels like a rock. It makes no sense. Minutes drag like hours, seconds tick by in agonising slow motion. This is almost unbearable. It's now 22 minutes since she left. Well past when she should have. "Come back here..."I giggled as I did. "Yes?" He pulled me down for a good morning kisson the lips... One of the hotter ones I've had."Just wanted a proper greeting after last night. I see you are stillwearing that outfit." He paused looking at me in a way that he wastrying to remember every inch of me, I loved that gaze. "Should Istill call you Mistress Dominique?"I giggled. "I suppose you should when you see me wearing it, but notthis morning, I'm just going to have a glass of juice.