Of Mice, Men and Submission (3)
The journey continues.
When I woke the next day, it took me some time to remember where I was. I turned around and there he was, Tom, or Master Tom, as I was supposed to call him. He was still asleep, lying on his side, and looking every bit as attractive as I had remembered him. I had hardly seen him the night before, having been blindfolded at first and then, when I was allowed to see again, too tired to properly feel the joy and relief of ha...