" she said, "What will happen to me?" I don't know," I explained, "I have to down size, I have to sell this house I have to find us somewhere to live.... Promise you won't sell me?" she pleaded."No, not if you don't want me to?" I suggested."No!" she replied, "I want to be your Kitten." "Then stay with me," I suggested, "It won't be the same, we won't have room for a dungeon, but well," I paused, scared that she would turn me down, "Dammit I haven't slept with anyone else for over two years, I'm. She walked around the edge of the dancers to get a closer look at the band."You like it?" she heard a voice in her ear. She turned around to see Charles standing at her elbow."Oh, it's spectacular!" she responded enthusiastically."Would you like to dance?" Oh, I don't know how," she said regretfully. She would have loved to try the prim and proper dancing that they were doing: A choreographed picture of perfection."How do you know?" Charles asked. Good point, she thought, but before anything. . you better get dressed, honey," she repeated, this time to me.My 'therapist', Brenda, panicked, "Oh, my God," and she ran out of the room, with my money.I began to think how smart I was for not taking off my shoes first, and pulled my pants right back up over my deflating hard on, grabbed my shirt, got the buttons misaligned and took off out of there.I could hear shouting from one of the other rooms in the house as I lit out of there on the way to my car. I drove away before any police cars. Et me first say that this is a real story, just as all of my other stories. Nothing is made up and nothing is exaggerated. Hope you enjoy it and please share your thoughts in the comments