‘Where did the last of those biscuits go?’
I was a typical man foraging for sweets instead of a proper food.
‘I eated them.’
Behind closed doors, away from work, friends or family, I see someone else.
You might find it annoying, you might find that I, as a writer, lover of the written word, guardian of the prose, would find it annoying – but I don’t.
It’s interesting how different we are to one another, niceties slipping away, masks falling off to reveal the true face beneath.
Where work would hear ‘I ate them.’, I hear the little girl speaking through my kitten’s lovely voice, soft and smooth and sweet.
D/s and all its wonders, engrained into our life.