The club lowered. Emory flopped me over onto my back. “You miss her, don’t you?”
“She was my mistress,” I said. “Even if for a short time...”
I choked up. Thinking about Raven brought back the feelings of anger, and abandonment. She had left me! No goodbyes, not even a f*****g note! And now here I was, at the feet of another dom, who held my fate in her hands, one for whom that I was falling deeply into submission, and who deserved better than any torch I might still carry for another dom. Still, I couldn’t help it. The times Raven and I shared, which meant something to me, apparently didn’t mean anything to her. And the tears burst forth.
I blubbered like a baby, at the hurt, at after having given myself to someone that they took the most personal gift anyone can give another and just
