Chapter 61: The Virgin´s Summer, Part 12, Her Master´s Anger

As we leave the building, my Master walking ahead of us, I decide that Michael is right. There is something about my Master´s stance, his body language. Michael leans towards me, his voice still low.

´It´s not about sex, Charlotte, about other men. He´s your Master. And you reacted to Haswell; the way you should only react to him."

"Are you mad at me too?"

I´m not thrilled with you, no. And I´m going to make a prediction as well."

"Mmm? What?"

"You´re going to have another set of stripes on your ass this evening."

It doesn´t get to the evening. Back at the beach, as we get out of the car, my Master, who has been unusually silent all the way back, grabs me by the wrist. "You, Madam. Upstairs. Now." His tone is severe, his face unsmiling.

In the bedroom, he rummages through the drawer where Michael packed his collection of ´toys´, producing rope. I have seen it before. On that occasion, Michael used it to tie me, then fuck me over the horizon. We had a memorable time that d