I exchanged a look with the submissive and she smiled in a sweet manner to me, while brushing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. Every time I made eye contact with Eloise Madsen my heart skipped a beat in my chest. I wondered if there was actually a connection between us or if I was just imagining it. I still felt the moisture in the crevice of my scar left behind by the tip of Ms. Madsen’s sweet wet tongue. Why did she feel compelled to kiss me there? Whatever the reason, it was the most wonderful sensation of my life.
“I’m sure I’ll be safe under your watch, Mr. Jefferson…” she said, signing the consent forms along with her Dom.
It made me feel good that Eloise trusted me. I knew I was attracted to her and liked her. And liking her made me… feel something again. I had been dead
