I don't want to hear his name for the rest of the day. I want you, and you alone." Diana smirked. "And where would you like me, Mr. Turner?" "On your ...ands and knees, begging for my cock." *Monday Morning* Waking up without Diana beside me was an unwelcoming feeling. I missed the smell of the conditioner she used in her hair, the way her nose crinkled when she sneezed, how she would cover her mouth and laugh when I told a corny joke. It hadn't been twelve hours, yet I was terribly missing. She led the way past a series of small sparsely furnished rooms, the nun's cells Clegg assumed.Clegg passed the door of another room where the sounds of blows and Sister Sarah's exhortations of "Repent!" were punctuated by garbled grunts.At the end of the corridor, Sandy unlocked a door and the two went inside. Tereza Aucune was sitting on the edge of the simple wooden framed bed, still naked. A single steel chain ran from her ankle to a ring in the wall. Next to her, on the bed, a pile of. You are fucking fierce. You have had ppl try to tear you down, break you, remake you into their idea of beauty, but you just laugh and keep on moving. They don't get that you know who you are. How you made yourself. So there eyes caress you with envy, lust, hate as you walk past the check-in desk, past the wanna-bes, the bible thumpers, the fucking unhappy couples, past the ppl who just can't be fucking true to themselves, to stop infront of the elevator. You find yourself smiling at yourself. He had been telling the truth about his age online, and I wondered if he was telling the truth about his desire for total submission as well. He was very short and thin; about 5 foot 5 with a small frame. I figured he weighed about 125 pounds soaking wet. He pulled a black winter hat out of his pocket. He pulled the hat over his head, pulling it down over his eyes so that he was unidentifiable and could not see anything, he then bowed his head. That was the signal. I swung open the door and.