A text

On Wednesday, I enter my office and check it again, finding a text from my new master.

'188 Brant Street. 8:00 PM Saturday. Make sure your toy is inside your cunt.'

'Yes sir'

'Safe word will be Nightshade.'

I whisper "Nightshade" to myself, sending chills down my spine. I'd given Tom an inch, and before I knew it he'd taken a mile. Now I am his submissive, and now he's going to use me however he sees fit. The thoughts flood my mind as I sit down. How far is he willing to take things? Was our last time his limit, or was it just a mere taste of what's to come.

Goddamn. With only two texts, Tom has me so aroused that I am almost delirious.