Her attention to his body was precise, her fingertips traced random patterns on his skin. As she reached his ankle, her eyes met his and she began to ...ove up his other leg. She held his gaze as she slowly climbed …his calf…his knee…his thigh…his inner thigh. Closing her eyes and bending her head as if to bow, she let her cold hair fall across his firmness, moving from side to side, her eyes closed, she began to lower her head…slowly…imperceptibly…she moved closer. He felt her hot breath on him. He'd removed my collar as well and I wanted it back more than anything else. When he told me to lie down and didn't retrieve my collar immediately, I was confused and slightly annoyed. I did as I was told though, wondering what this was about.Master removed his clothes as well then, undressing while I watched and I thought I understood finally. He desired me, that was all, perhaps as a woman, even though it seemed to me that I was much more attractive as a dog. Still, the idea of my Master. I promise that all I will do is talk.’ ‘Don’t I have any say in the matter?’ I interjected. ‘Eve, your heart and body made up it’s mind some time ago. Your head and your outside world traditions are preventing you from seeing things clearly. You can lie, and deny that you love me all you want and as loudly as you want, no one will believe it, especially you.’ Blake gazed at me. In that moment, he did not seem the be an eighteen-year-old teenager. The look of his eyes, the set of his jaw made. They were a bit shocked and looked around for a moment, but then put the whole thing behind them, chalking it up to the fact that their eyes must have been playing tricks on them. He reached his door, and let himself into his house. He walked into the living room to find his television still on, and to his surprise still playing the same sitcom, as when he left. He looked again at the clock on the vcr/dvd player, and his jaw literally hit the floor. The clock read 9:05 p.m. He stretched both.