. even if... I might lose control.”I nodded. I could deal with pain. Maybe it wouldn't be too good for me, but I would be able to live with that. �...You own me, I'm yours”, was my simple reply. But his words had scared me, nonetheless. Why was he acting like this, warning me?His fingernails dug into my shoulders. “You're scared.” Followed by a nearly desperate moan. “I could go, now. But I want you.”My mouth was dry. I had a choice. I could tell him to go, to leave me alone. Could I? Even though. To become someone else. And it isn’t enough for everyone else to see me as someone else. I need to be someone else to me. I want to undo myself and start again, really forget everything. But mostly I want to forget the sadness, the hurt of being let down so bad. I never want to feel that again. I want to be able to wake up in the morning and not hate the beginning of another day in my own skin. Arkady looks up from the notebook for a moment, staring out the window without registering anything. “It would be more ... comfortable.”She arched an eyebrow. “Are you saying my kitchen chairs are not comfortable. You haven’t even tried one out.”“I haven’t tried out your bed,” I pointed out, pulling out a stiff chair. “We could ... stretch out on your soft mattress and ... talk.”“Talk...” A shiver ran through her body, a sway to her hips. She opened cabinets revealing a collection of tea cups. She pulled two down and set them on a tray.“Sure, talk,” I said, a throb running through my dick. I. Then I took some courage and asked her for a meet once she is back for which she reluctantly disagreed. I tried to convince but she was stubborn and hung up. Next day I got a ping from her saying hi by which I understood that she can be dragged and that day I convinced her for a meeting and the place and time were decided.I was there at the spot on that day and she came sometime late and got into my car and we started soon from there and she asked me where am I taking her to? I said I wanna.