Chapter Three
Into Slavery
Traffic was unusually heavy for a noontime, but maybe I was just anxious to get to my fated rendezvous. I nearly blew it the last time that we were together, but that wouldn’t happen again. Even though she had caused me either physical pain or mental anguish at our last two meetings, it didn’t matter. I had to have more of her. She was my Mistress. She would own me forever, no matter what.
Luckily I had plenty of time. I needed to stop and get her a gift. A flower shop along the way would provide me with a suitable gift for my Lady. A dozen dark red roses would be just right.
It was five minutes to one when I parked the car at the restaurant. I didn’t know why I was trying to be so punctual. Certainly she has always kept me waiting, but that didn’t matter. It
