To Put A Leash On The Master

HOURS

I've spent the past eight hours preparing for the ev

before inclining against it, sniffing in crisp

le. And I'm pleased with how the snowflakes drop slowly. But then

uc

as not to piss off the person in the bathroom. His

aring underpants while sling

phone of yours somewhere that's not my room, will ya?' he wou

. (General Yosvolec: When I gave you my add

ngers dance on the phone screen.

: I want only you

ze in my mind called worry-worry that I may never meet my lover, that h

ing for over a year. I'm certain I made the right choic

. And I can't tell him I'm a servant who can't go ou

tell their

at I work as a caregiver and ha

esitate to send, thumbs lingering on the

ing him on when I may be trapped in a mansio

e rascal. Do u lik

typing that, but I don't get to send it before fo

y my phone. Then I take Morton's ironed, Vicuña pants from the ironing boar

l he didn't catch me snea

inquires after glan

Morton's servant, but I'm

tly arrange the pants alongside a matchin

can finally have time for myself, which is why I'm now brus

y... with high hopes, ones that get c

, before his eyes settle on me again. "

I'm no fuckin

ss than an hour, and we can't have him witness your clumsiness." Dad Tad leaves without closing the door,

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st settle, do they?"

understand why they keep pushing the matter as

ar at the same age. We lived in separate mansions

fteen with the rights to manage a company of our choice, and

in his time. Whoever did that could keep their shares

string and I ended up stripped of my s

might as well lick a blobfish's

. The guy is too gross for my liking. Even his v

e send button of my previous message, stumbling on

nce no one will be seen s

nows him, will reveal himself for the first time

appearance, the company he's been managi

the ladies already queuing with their steezy looks. After all,

tely n

, scrunching my face as I watch them have fak

vants heading to the kitchen. (General Yosvolec: It's

t's what I fuc

my mind every damn time. And I'm about to hop to his pr

: I took it for y

ictive smile-a smile that

eye. And even though he often sets plans

ay the video w

gud btw. Did u

yesterday. I'm now heading some

s qui

idi

ust family matters and th

something I c

someone from the back of the

an we tal

e phone away before Sa

but I retain my composure for the sake of it, though I believe it still shows on my face. T

Now all she sees is the handsome dude glaring through my lock-screen w

ide. She tilts her head, smirking as she drawls, "Hunter, spiiicy

ulge in fang

uck off,"

e's gorgeous," she moans, and I can only think of trolls devo

't t

this baby while I crack the password." She cackles before turning to bail.

like the young miss would consider that. She merely stops

rack, girlie', as I'm more irritated by how she says girlie with the 'r' slurred t

less Saturn is ready to rack the phone to pie

e easy one-food tasting. After all, Dad Tad said t

rums, however severe as they may be, have already formed patter

. And although I haven't found the time to bathe, I j

s pulls up before us, each with

ance as Paparazzi charge at the cars, crowds pushing, u

Dad Griffin. Left to the latter, this eve

it's the hair. A silver-blonde tone to several brunettes could never correlate. It's undercut too

shoves his left hand into his pocket, brushing back a

ing looks too fam

o

I want to push him back to his car seat and fuck h

m more of a good girl. Innocent. Naïv

m.

this man! All modesty's j

for my vagina to weep. And nothing-not even this cotton barrie