The Sub-Club

I need to smoke, I'm not sure what is time in the clock, i can hear the tic tac of the old pendulum clock in the living. He didn't close the door.

I'm in the Three floors Penhouse of The City Spire Center skyscraper in New York, I'mstill tied to my chair and I feel tired after I don't know how many hours of sex with my new master.

Now he is gone, he must be resting, I'm still here and my hopes to leave soon are almost non-existent.

This is my punishment though, after I could not control my orgasm.

"Shit after all these years… I'm not sure how that happened. Do I?".

Need to say he is not a good master, I don't want to mean that he is violent or that he forces me further of my limits, I mean his expertise in the D&s world is not long yet. He is nothing as C was, but I can't blame him, he is still young and his auto control is still developing.

I remember Maya warning me about this, but I could not resist the offer, not only for the high amount of money that he offered me, also because in some way he reminds me of my love, my real and truly love.

I really need that cigarrete!