Nothing right now

"I'll have to think about it!"

Before I can protest, the line went dead and my mouth relaxes. "Fuck!" I yell at my lock screen.

I try calling back a few times in vain. Each time goes to voicemail.

I take a moment to inspect myself. As before this whole ordeal, I seem to be as sensitive as normal and nothing is out of the ordinary.

Until I can figure out how or if this toy can be disconnected from me, I’m just going to have to wait and see what Joss does next, and then try to reason with him.

Until then, I’m his living toy, and there’s nothing I can do about it but wait to be used.