Messages from Anna.

Anna, your obedient toy, sent you a message a couple of days ago, telling you that starting today, her husband will be out of town for a couple of weeks on a business trip, and that lover boy is busy moving into his new house with his wife, so there's no one to keep her company.

Jackpot.

The next day, you whistle in admiration as you limp through the well-kept, bougie, yuppie, and chichi gated community. Passing by one of the house, you can't help but scratch your head. Someone far smarter than you would be able to, but you just don't understand how an electric car is more environmentally friendly, if it has to be charged by a diesel generator. Coming up to Anna's house, which is more like a small mansion, you shake your head at the gold plated gates. "Wow. Her husband must be doing something right," Selas says, mildly impressed.

You feel slightly offended by that, but keep quiet. Tugging on the gate, you find that it is secure and that there is a buzzer on the perimeter wall, under her lot number. You consider pressing it, just to save your energy, but pause for a moment.

You could press it, but that would mean that Anna would have to let you in. And that's not how you want this relationship, if you could call it that, to work. She's your toy. And that means you should be able to whatever you want with her, whenever you want. Including having access to her home, without needing for her to buzz you in.

Looking at the wall though, it's concrete up until your waist, with black iron bars go up at least twice that, that curl towards the street with spiked tips. With Selas here, she could easily boost you up, or even just to walk through the bars. You don't see any of Anna's neighbors around, but even so, you'd still be trespassing. Not to mention that you don't know how quietly you can do either of those in your condition.