I can't get her out of my head. I can't stop thinking about her. I swallowed too much, and the pills won't save me now. It's over, isn't it? It's done. There's no going back. I've got to go and see her, even if that means accepting her as all the things she wants to be. My superior, and I, her cumslut. A pet or plaything, forever in her hold. I'm going to have to do everything that she wants, going forwards. And I'm going to have to come to terms with that fact. Somehow, I've got to wrap my head around it. And the dirtiest, darkest thing of all is that maybe, just maybe, I might find myself enjoying it...