Words Said in Anger

You wake the next morning relieved to confirm that the previous days' events weren't just a crazy, beautiful dream. Maisie is lying next to you, still asleep and fully naked, like that is the most natural thing in the world.

After she took your virginity yesterday, the two of you had just hung out together for the rest of the evening - laughing, joking around, watching bad TV ironically. It was just like old times, except Maisie had no clothes on and was fine with you touching her body and showing her the affection you had always held for her whenever you felt like it, which was often. And she was still calling you Master. You might need to adjust that a little now you are together, you figure. It would certainly seem odd when you are out with friends, or other couples. Maybe you will keep it as a just the two of you thing. You do get such a kick out of it after all, and you feel sure she won't mind having to say it if it makes you happy.

Maisie stirs. You are excited for her to be awake again, to get to spend more time in her company, to fuck her again once she has had a bit of a chance to wake up.

"Good morning gorgeous!"

You lean over and kiss the object of your affections. She semi smiles back, a little groggily. You figure she is probably still half asleep.

"So I called my work and took a leave day" you tell her "I figured you could do the same and we could spend the whole day together. Also, I'd really like to start telling people you're my girlfriend. Is that okay with you? I'm just so proud to be with you"

Maisie yawns and rubs her eyes, She then sits up, turns to you and places her hand on your shoulder. All of a sudden, you don't feel so good.

"Listen, Master..." she begins ominously "What happened between us yesterday was nice. I don't regret it. But I think it it should be a one time thing"

"What?" you ask, your face falling in is dismay.

"I just think the two of us work better as friends, and we shouldn't spoil that. Master" she smiles kindly at you "So I think it would be best if you find someone else and let me see other people again. And maybe stop me having to call you Master, Master. It's getting a little old"

All of a sudden you realise exactly what has happened, and it is like someone has punched you in the stomach.

"Maisie, answer this question honestly. Did you only have sex with me so I would stop using your curse on you?"

"Well what else was I supposed to do, Master?" she asks with exasperation "You literally took away my sex life. So I gave you what you wanted. I thought once you got that out of your system we could move on, and things could go back to normal for us. I do value you as a friend Master, probably more so than I did this time yesterday"

Maisie looks scared now. There is a fury in your eyes that she has never witnessed before, and you could do anything to her. You need to get away from her before you do something you regret, so you jump out of bed and start getting dressed.

"Don't tell me what I want from you, you arrogant bitch!"

Maisie doesn't say anything, probably not wanting to make a bad situation even worse. That is until you pick up your car keys, ready to leave.

"Master, I can't wear anything until you give me permission" she reminds you.

"Good, that will teach you to be such a slut" you tell her.

"But Master, what about my job? Or if I need to go to the shops?" she panics.

"Work remotely, shop online" you answer coldly "And Maisie, I don't expect to see you here when I get back!"

As you drive aimlessly around town, trying to clear your head and make some sort of sense out of the last 24 hours, you are soon feeling terrible, and a familiar sense of self loathing you thought you had finally banished when you slept with the girl of your dreams has returned. What hurt the most was that Maisie thought you only wanted her for sex. But you realise that what you do want - for her to be with you all the time and never with anyone else - is both entirely selfish and too much to ask. You called your friend a bitch and a slut, which makes you feel ashamed of yourself. And you left her alone and naked, to fend for herself.

You turn the car around. You figure that she must still be at your place. You don't remember your wording exactly, but it was something along the lines of "Maisie, I don't expect you to be here when I get back" That surely doesn't count as a command does it? You are panicking a little in case it could be interpreted as one. Sending your beautiful friend out into the world without her clothes will surely not end well for her.

You arrive back in your apartment in a hurry.

"Maisie? Are you there?"

There is no answer, or any sign of her. Her hoodie is still there, and so are her panties. But there is no Maisie. What have you done? You are going to have to find her immediately and fix this mess.