In the middle of the night I was returned to my bed in my torture chamber home. Boheme leaned over and kissed my lips, a first kiss from my master. I’m sure he expected my silence as always. I rarely spoke. The piercing of my tongue made my words seem awkward to me, even though I could speak plainly. “My love?” I addressed him when I never had before.
“Rowena?” He was surprised to hear my voice.
“You should know that the s*x brings me visions,” I said.
“Does it?” He looked amused. “How interesting. Perhaps we should talk about that sometime.”
It has been two days and I’ve not heard from my master in all that time. I’m sure he’s remained away because I’m so dreadfully sore everywhere around my crotch. I can’t touch myself that I don’t gasp a little inside. Warms baths give me some com
