Chapter Three
Master In The Lair Of His Mistress
It was nearly 9 when I woke, several hours after the train I had booked, had long left Euston station.
I bounced out of bed, and sensed incredible energy in my body, despite the heavy sleep, even if the duration was less than I would prefer.
I checked my phone first, on which were lots of messages, but none from mistress Taz. Then I realised, we hadn’t changed numbers. I had the horrible sense of loss, that I might never see her again. I went to the door. There was a slip of hotel notepaper pushed under the door.
I rushed to pick it up, with a fresh beat in my heart.
“Sir, your slave Taz will be ready to serve you and take whatever punishment or humiliation you have in mind for me. I would humbly suggest arriving around 3pm or thereabo
