Mummification isn't exactly what i was craving. I know that now. When Mistress left it didn't take long until i panicked. What if something happens to her? What if she has an accident? What if the neighbours decide the house should be burned down? I struggle for a time, wriggling and fighting against the bonds, but of course it’s useless. I feel like i’m falling into a black hole, a hole full of panic and fear. But finally i manage to get a grip. Then i see my mobile phone lying on the living room table. If all goes wrong, i probably could knock over the table and manage to reach someone, even if i have to dial with my teeth. Not really a comforting thought, but relaxing enough to start thinking about different things.

The last weeks have been nice but something is missing. But what? Do we need a man? A man who fucks her - and maybe mine too – brains out on a regular basis? Or at least once in a while? After all, we’re both no lesbians. Maybe I should organize a private party for her. Hire some callboy or better find a lover. She’d probably like to have a good night’s fucking with a nice and steadfast guy. But then again, i have no idea if she’s allowed or if she would need permission from Jon. I don’t think so, but i also realize that i don’t know too much about the nature of their relationship.
What else could i do to please her? I can’t think of anything else right now. Maybe i should take a “vacation” and visit my parents and brothers in the Midwest. It’s been quite a while i haven’t seen them. Talking with mom would probably just end in the usual quarrel about why i don’t finally find me a nice (boring) guy and get married. Dunno if i want that.
Still, visiting my family would also give me time to think about a lot of things. Like about getting a new job since i got fired because i didn’t show up for work after the movie.

My mind turns and wanders and finally i’m just tired and glad i didn’t drink anything in the morning and i fall asleep.
Mistress’ harsh words get me back to reality and finally i’m released from my bonds. Too bad, she’s heading again after only half an hour.
“Clean the apartment, shop for groceries, cook dinner.” Great. How about: “Come with me to please me in that boring hotel room in God-knows-where?”.
Of course i’m not tired at all and so i start to clean the apartment. At four o’clock in the morning, the only things that remains to be cleaned are the windows. After a long and restful sleep i immediately start cleaning the windows. Naked…
To nobody’s surprise the blokes from the building across are soon gathered again, watching me. One of them seems to have a telescope, oh NO! it’s a huge lens and he’s taking pictures.
Great! Just fucking great!
I’ll bet those pics are all over the net tonight. Well, there’s nothing i can do about it, is there? Actually, there is. Once i’m finished with the windows, i go get a sheet of paper and a marker and write:
Want pics
079 744 65 87
and hold it out the window. I see him looking through the camera, walk away and come back with his phone. I pick up on the first ring.
“You want those pictures?” He sounds a bit defensive.
“Yes, please.”
“They’re mine and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Oh, sorry, i think we have a misunderstanding. I just want a copy of them, if that’s possible.”
He chuckles. “Sure, sweetheart. But you’ll have to come and get them.”
Of course. What else… I think about it for a moment “ok, i’ll come in half an hour.”
He gives me his name and apartment number and i hang up.
After a light snack and a shower i go to my room to pick some undies when i remember that i’m not allowed to wear anything but my coat. Damn. Damn. Damn. I’m about to go naked to the apartment of some sleazeball.

Five minutes later i ring the bell. He opens and leads me to the living room. “Sit down, I’m just preparing a tea, if you want. Be with you in a minute. Oh, excuse me, don’t you want to shed your coat?”
“Err, no, i … i’m fine, thank you.” He seems to be ok so far. I look at the camera on the tripod and wonder how many pics he took?
“Sugar, milk?” His question startles me, I was lost in thoughts.
Then he sits down opposite me, fixing me with his blue eyes. He’s at least fifty, but all in all still in shape.
“That’s a nice butterfly you have there on your pussy.” Oh my, why did i ever think of coming here to get those pics? Now i’m asked about things that are only my business. But then again, he just complimented on something i like very much myself.
“Thank you.” I take a sip of the tea.
“But what on earth is that red mark on your buttcheek? A branding?”
He’s not exactly restrained. I don’t know what to say. It’s none of his business that i’m wearing my Mistress’ “tag” branded on my butt.
“C’mon, we both know what you two have going, you and that other women. I’ve seen how she whipped you, how you kneel at her feet. Too bad you don’t always have the curtains open, hehehe. But you need not worry, I’ve never taken pictures.”
Oh my god. So much about privacy in your own home. “Then why did you now?”
“Coz you wanted it. You produced yourself. Posed, actually. Isn’t that right?”
Yeah, he’s right. I did make sure that all the guys had a good view at me. Dunno really why i did, though, it kinda just happened.
“So, my guess is, she’s your Mistress and that’s her branding on your ass.”
“Yes. It says “MC”. Mistress Charon.”
“Ok, now for the pics.” He gets up and walks to his comp to retrieve a CD. He helds it out to me, but when i want to take it, he pulls it back.
“There’s a price, of course. Show me that branding and you’ll get the pics.” I look at him for a long time. Finally i get up and unbutton the coat. His smile broadens with every button i open. Finally i shed the coat and stand naked in front of him. Turning around i realize that i’m getting horny.
He takes a close look at the branding.
“Must have hurt. But i bet you’re proud of it.”
I face him again. I see the bulge in his trousers and right then i really want him to fuck me. I’m so horny!
“Fuck me.”
He looks at me for an instant but then he quickly undresses and pushes me onto the sofa, where he takes his sweet time fucking me. Slowly and gently in the beginning, but in the end he pounds my pussy with powerful thrusts until we both cum.
I get up, don the coat and start to head out.
“Don’t forget the CD. And thanks, that was a good fuck.”
“Yeah, it was. Bye.” With that i leave the apartment and head home. Shit. What have i done? I cheated on my Mistress, just for a little pleasure.
Back home i pace the apartment restlessly, swearing first, crying later. I’m such a stupid, foolish, horny and selfish cunt. I’ve risked everything that is dear to me for 30 minutes of sex. Stupid, stupid, stupid Zoe!!!

When Mistress finally arrives the next day, i have prepared a nice dinner. I’m allowed to sit at the table, even when i didn’t deserve it at all. But i can’t look into her eyes. I must tell her. I ask for permission to leave the table and when i get it i head to the comp to get the CD.
And then i kneel at Mistress’ side and tell her about everything, knowing that my fate is in her hands now.