“KC, this is not the life I want!” I sputtered.
“Hey, I didn’t say you did. But something has you jumping out of your skin in fear.”
“I’m not jumping out of my skin!”
He laughed. “You know, that’s why I love you, you can be such a nitwit.” He gathered me in his arms, conveniently reaching around to massage my ass while consoling me. “Why don’t you relax and let’s see what happens. No one’s going to eat you here, I promise.”
Several days passed with little to distinguish them, though the spirit of The Refuge seemed to flow inside us both. My interactions with KC became more formalized, especially when we were with Karl and Susan. I began wearing my collar again, and the Renaissance clothes, and two other dresses Susan loaned me for my stay. I walked barefoot getting my toes dirty, worke
