Waking up, I felt awful. My head was aching, my muscles were sore, and my back was hurting. With little to no sleep, it felt as though I was running on little energy.
I was up a majority of the night, my eyes glued to the tablet and its content. The document. A document I assumed pertained to work and I being here was nothing more than a document that pertained to him and I. A document that confirm to me who and what he really was about.
He was a Dom. Not only did he verbally tell me himself, this document in hand confirmed it. It was an agreement, something that need my signature to confirm what theses interactions would consist of.
It was mind blowing. What he insisted, what he wanted me to agree to was unbelievable. Yet, it seemed too interesting.
I read the document thoroughly, ove
