I had to apologize? Anything to get it off.I had to apologize? Anything to get it off. I picked up the envelope from the floor where he dropped it and wrote: I'M SORRY. He didn't even look at it. I moaned in frustration. Obviously action was what he wanted. I had agreed to be his slave, so I had better start acting like one. So I got down on my knees by his chair and waited. He looked at me. "Ah?" He had to know it was "Please?" He reached out and stroked my hair. He was remarkably tender for someone who had just done this to me. The bastard. For a moment I thought he was going to take it off, but he just stroked my hair again, and then stopped. I waited. That wasn't it, but I was getting warm. Then I had a bright idea: the blindfold. Duh. I wish I could tell you my real name. It's derived from an old Sioux indian word meaning "not-rocket-scientist." I got up and went into the bedroom. The blindfold was on the pillow. I looked at the open drawer again, and lifted out some of the stuff in there. A jumble of light-weight chains and four short leather straps with buckles and rings. They looked like extra-small dog collars with those buckle tongues that have a hole for a dog tag. Or a lock. There were lots of little tiny padlocks, just like the one that I was sure was on the back of my neck. They were all open, but no keys were in the drawer. The chains didn't look particularly heavy duty, but I knew they would be stronger than most people. Stronger than me. There was one large strap like the others. A collar. Well, I was supposed to be a slave. It seemed like a good time to start acting like one. I took the whole drawer out of the table and carried it into the living room. I got down on my knees again and laid the drawer on the floor in front of him. At least he was looking at me instead of the fire. One by one I took things out of the drawer and put them on the floor between us. He rewarded me with a faint smile, but didn't move. I picked up the small straps, and put one on each wrist. |