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“The loopy, little flower?”

Master’s voice made me jump a little, but I stayed in position and answered, “I know how much you enjoy it, Master.”

“I do, indeed, and because I’m so pleased with you, I’ll wait until you’re warmed up with the paddle and floggers before I use it on you.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I think I’m going to use the rubber flogger on your asshole before I fuck it. Maybe your pussy, too. On your back in position one, and you know the modifications I’m going to want to it, right?”

“I do, Master.”

He wanted my legs out to the side in the splits, aimed so my asshole would be up in the air and an easy target. It didn’t take him long to bind me so I couldn’t move out of position, and then the blows rained down, one after another until I was bawling, but it was a catharsis, to step back into our original roles — to be Master’s slave-girl after five days of being Dozer’s ol’lady. I wouldn’t change a thing, and I love being both, but I never want to lose this part of our life together.

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I fucked her unconscious approximately two hours after we began, and I cleaned her up, tucked her in, and went to pick upour Champ, who was so excited to see me, he nearly came out of his skin. He loves going to Gonzo’s and he adores the kids there, but he also loves coming home.

Coming home.

That phrase means so much more than it once did. Champ jumped on the bed to say hello to Daisy, who roused enough to pet him and hug him. I put him in his crate in the corner of our bedroom because he still isn’t trustworthy loose without supervision, and then I crawled into bed with my little flower.

Home isn’t just a place, it’s an aura. A thing.

And for me, home is wherever I can relax with my Daisy. I’d tried to make her a slave, but she’d found a way past my walls, burrowed into my heart, and become my wife. My life

My little flower.