Where are the messages from my master? I type out my response, my fingers moving quickly over the keyboard. Xnx Eventually, though, I fall asleep. The thought of sorting through all my belongings, deciding what to keep and what to discard, had been daunting. No. I lay there for a while, my mind wanders, I start to remember the vibrator attached to my clitoris, the nipple clamps, and the way my master looked at me. I pick up the items one by one, holding them close to my chest as I try to decide what to do with them. “Did you see anything odd while I was gone?” I ask, my eyes scanning the surrounding area as if searching for clues. I set my phone back down on the nightstand, my heart still racing in my chest. Plus deep down I wasn’t sure if I wanted
