Book 3: Chapter 49

I awoke sometime later with my head pounding and a hollowed spot in my chest where my heart should have been. I sat up and wiped the grimy feeling from my eyes before looking around. The room was cloaked in shadows with only a dim light coming from the entryway. Morosely I was glad for that, I didn’t want to see anything that reminded me of what had happened, any of it. I was done with bondage, and I was done with men.

“I might as well be a lesbian,” I mused out loud in depression.

“I’m sure I can find you a nice Mistress,” said a voice from the hallway.

I looked up to see Alyssa standing in the doorway with two glasses in her hands and wearing a fluffy bathrobe. Her hair was wet as if she had just gotten out of the shower. Her face held a slightly sad look to it, but she was still smiling.

“I think I’m done with this crap now,” I stated.

I looked down at myself to make sure I was still covered, not wanting the vulnerability of being naked right now.