“Aw, little Stevie looks wounded to me. And big Slave Steven, to whom he’s connected, looks sweaty, worn-out, and practically crazy with frustration. Well, I’ve got some wonderful news that should definitely perk you both right up,” offered the Lady Love, as she at last cast the laces aside. Actually, little Stevie didn’t look like he needed perking up at all: wounded or not, he was as adamantly demanding attention as he’d been when she’d started in on him. Oh well, celibacy sentence about to end or not, he was likely to remain disappointed a while still.
“I checked our email earlier, and guess what? We’ve been accepted for the femdom contest! We’re actually going to get to participate!”
Slave Steven indeed perked up at that. His head came off the mattress at once, his eyes suddenly lit
