Chapter 23

Ariel started to stagger and I had to grab her. "Holy shit!" she said. "I just fucked a celebrity. A fucking billionaire is my new Master. Are your collars made out of gold and diamonds, sir."

"Not for a week's submission, they're not," I laughed. "Pretty much a dog collar from Target for a week."

"Remind me to be really nice to you, sir, and hope you remember me in your will."

"You'll be punished if you're not pleasing. That should be enough incentive."

"What are you doing slumming it in this shack?" Gwen laughed. "Are they fumigating your house?"

"I don't have a house, although Rodney is planning to design one for me. As for my reasons for being here, that's a story for Tuesday."

"We'll see you then," Gwen said. "Come along, Paul."

They left and I looked at the others. Laura and Bonnie were droopi