Breakfast with your “boyfriend”

You began to feel Raymond getting aroused again, his hardening member pushing against your rear. You shuddered at the thought, which Raymond mistook for passion.

“I knew you were kinky,” he said, “But you really must like being taken from behind. The screams of passion when I entered your rear...”

The dreaded phone pinged.

You had to get out of here. Out of Raymond’s clutches. Grabbing the sheet, you wrapped it around yourself and rushed into the bathroom, the handcuffs now dangling, locked to your left wrist.

Closing the door, you grabbed the mouthwash, using all of it to get the taste of out of your mouth.

Slumping against the counter, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup was a mess. Your hair was a mess. And then it hit you: you only had the stupid dress to wear. Looking like this, you... a guy... would be doing the “walk of shame.”

So be it, you decided. You’d clean up, get dressed, and shame walk out of there, but to where? You were out of EDNA’s clutches and really had no desire to go back to that crazy house.

You turned on the shower, on hot, and started rubbing crusty deposits off of you. The fact that they existed, and in the spots they existed, made you gag all over again.

You took a long hot shower, desperately trying to both remember and forget what exactly happened last night, but it was all a fog.

Eventually, you stepped out of the shower, brushed your stupidly long hair out with the provided brush, and wiped the remaining traces of makeup off of your face. Looking into the mirror, there was nothing there that said, “John.”

You slipped on the bathrobe provided, and opened the door a crack, peeking out. It was quiet. You opened the door fully and stored out into the room. Raymond sat at a table, spread with breakfast foods and pastries. He was quietly reading a newspaper and had redressed. It was so unfair, you thought, that he looked normal for a guy and would not have to suffer the walk of shame.

“Took you long enough,” he said with a smile. “I went ahead and ordered breakfast.” He thankfully unlocked the dangling handcuff, removing it from your wrist.

“Ray,” you started to say, but trailing off, noticing that one of your heels was hanging off the overhead light. What on earth happened last night?

Shaking out of your reverie, you started again, “Ray, I’m not hungry. I just want...”

“More of what you got last night,” he said, ignoring you. “Sit.” He gestured at a chair opposite him.

“Here,” he poured a cup of coffee and handed it to you. It smelled REALLY good to you right then, and your stomach did rumble a little. Against your better judgement, you sit and started drinking the coffee.

Raymond grabbed your feet and pulled them into his lap, your feet resting uncomfortably on his crotch, as he began rubbing your feet. You didn’t want to enjoy that, but after spending so much time in heels, it did feel good.

“Baby, now that we’re dating...” you looked at him quizzically.

“There are some things I want to discuss. Firstly, I want you on the pill.” Your phone buzzed and you spun around in horror., terrified at what Raymond had just signed you up for. Figuring you’d deal with that as soon as you could, you turned back to Raymond.

Ray continued, “While I love playtime,” “he winked, “I’m not ready to be a father.

“Second, just to be clear, your body... your AMAZING body...” he leered. You pulled the bathrobe a little more closed at your chest. “That body is mine. No one but me gets to use it. Not even you.” He wink as your phone buzzed again. You really needed to get out of there, coffee or no coffee.

He gently set your feet down and walked over to you, making you a bit nervous. He stood behind you and began stroking your cheek. You suddenly felt him pushing a pill against your lips. Again? You tried to avoid it, but he managed to slip it into your mouth. “Just take it, baby. It’ll make you feel good!”

You wanted to spit it out, but he brought your coffee cup to your lips and started pouring it. Not wanting to be doused with hot coffee you reluctantly opened your mouth and swallowed the blasted pill.

“Uh, Ray...?” You asked.

“The best Spanish Fly on the market. Female viagra. I like my girls to be constantly aroused and in the mood.” The phone buzzed again. Surely there wasn’t female viagra? EDNA was going to have him on a cocktail of **** if he wasn’t careful.

“Finally,” Raymond started to say was he sat back down and again placed your feet in his lap, “I’m afraid it would look awkward to date while you reported to me. Harassment laws and such,” he said.

“I’m fired?” You asked in what you hoped wasn’t a too excited tone.

“Oh, hell no!” Raymond said. “I want to be able to keep an eye on you at work. You’ll just be reporting to someone else.”

This was so not well. Not only had you spent the night wtb Raymond, you would still be under his thumb at work. Kind of.

“Raymond,” you started in your sweetest voice, “I’d like to get out of here.”

“Sure thing, baby, once we finish breakfast. Then get that hot little number you had on last night, and we’ll head....”