He was so sadistic last Friday, so seriously, seriously sadistic, that I was taken aback yesterday, when He suddenly turned to me and said, "Wanna go have sex?"
It wasn't an order, it was a question, and He seemed like a little kid when He asked it. You know, kinda like, "Wanna go play tag?"
Not being one to pass up on some sexy-time, my immediate answer was, "Yes."
So we went and had sex. It was very loving, very gentle, and there was no pain involved whatsoever. Just two people connecting physically. Really wonderful. Almost sweet, the total opposite of last Friday.
Until...(you knew there was going to be an 'until', didn't you? Isn't there always?)
Until, as we lay in the afterglow, all curled up around each other, He said, "Do you know one thing we learned from Friday?"
I let out a sigh, and said, "No, what did we learn?" I didn't really want to hear the answer, but when your Owner asks you a question, it's best to respond.
"Well," He replied, "You know how I've always wanted to cum on your face while you are crying? Now we know a sure way to make that happen."
My response was that I vote "NO" on that idea, or some such sentiment, which He laughed off. I tried to wriggle away from Him, but He held on tight.
"Oh yes, little girl, we have found a way," He said, and I swear I heard an evil laugh in there somewhere.
That's Him, alright: Doctor Jekyll and Master Hyde.