Once again, she wants to start a game. To see how much torment can be doled out.
“Yes. You do not have permission, of course, and we’re going to test that…”
I squirm in my seat.
“OK. So I won’t. No problem,” I say smugly. “I’ll just keep the cage on, we’ll be on our way, and no worries for the day.”
You roll over, snuggling in in the morning light as we hang out, being lazy before getting up.
You snicker. Literally snicker at me. “Oh, honey. It’s just not going to be that easy. You know that, right?”
Of course I do.
“Unlock please, and be quick about it. We have things to do today, places to go, all that.”
I return, unlocked, and climb back next to you. Your hand is on me, I feel myself respond to your touch, your squeeze, your nails on me. You run your nails up and down me, all the while grinning.
“You just have to make it through, and if you do, you’ll get a full O! What could possibly be the problem with that? 10 minutes, that’s all I ask. 10. But of course, I’m driving…”
There’s no way. None. When you want to force that, I’m done. When you want to do this running, racing start and pull it from me, I will lose this game. I know this. You know this. I mean, there are worse things, but come on.
“And… if I don’t make it?” I’m curious what I’ll be doing for retribution.
“If you don’t make it, I need my car cleaned, top to bottom, and you’ll also be writing a post about it all for the site… “
Ah, there it is. Such sweet surrender when you know, you just KNOW, there’s no escaping…
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And we still don’t know what was the result 🤔
Great story 🙂
Interesting! How did it all end?