"Yes, sir."

Kristen smiles at you. She knows she's in for a wild, uncertain future. And so are you.

What you can't expect is how quickly everything changes. Within days you've moved out of your apartment and moved in with Kristen. You've ordered her to fire her manager and agent and only follow your demands for her career. And in a move that it pains you to make, you've told her to break up with her Victoria's Secret model girlfriend.

That one keeps you up at night. You wonder if you'd played your cards better, could you be living in Hollywood splendor with two gorgeous and famous submissives. But you have to remind yourself that you're not a sexual mastermind. You're just a regular guy who is trying to keep from being in over his head, every single day. This includes managing Kristen's life every single day while keeping yourself out of sight, navigating the tabloid press who've been steadily running stories on both Kristen's break up and her sexier dress choices, the continual training of your perverse fuckpig (including your demand that she wears those sexy outfits), and waiting for this Sasha Grey biopic to get going.

Damn pre-production is a long and frustrating process, and it's not three weeks before you start to wonder if demanding Kristen keep her job was the right choice. Instead of fucking her 3 times a day, you could be fucking her from morning until night. You could run off to some unknown little town. In the ultimate degradation you could strip Kristen of her fame. You could keep her on a leash at all times and instead of letting her sleep in a comfy doggy bed at the foot of your bed (her old bed) like she does now, you could put her out back in a doghouse, and every day she'd beg you to let her into the warmth and remind her what a slut she is.

You also wonder sometimes if you've let your mind wander too far into darkness.

But the idea of moving away is tempered one day when Kristen reveals an interesting development with her movie.

It's a Tuesday night, so she performs her Tuesday night duty, cleaning the bathroom while you watch. And after she's done licking clean the toilet seat, she turns to you and smiles. "Something happened with the movie today." She bits her lip in anticipation. She's excited to tell you. "They recast the role of Sasha's mentor with a new actress." And your interest is piqued. Sasha talks in deep, airy, sultry breaths. It's the only way she talks anymore except when she's acting. "She came in for a table read today, and she said to me. 'I'm so happy to have gotten a role in this movie. I'm so jealous that you're the one playing Sasha. I'm such a big fan. If I could switch lives with anyone..."

"Your new co-star said this?" You ask. It's not that you're having trouble believing it, but what are the chances you'd be this lucky twice. Maybe Hollywood is filled with naughty stars who wish they could let out their inner slut.

Kristen nods.

"Well you have to tell me, then. Exactly who is your new co-star?"