POV: Vivian | Timeline: Friday
Friday morning. Day one of three.
I called in sick. Left a voicemail for the general office line, carefully avoiding Alexander directly. Said I had a stomach bug. Would be out for a few days. Hoped that was acceptable.
Then I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling for three hours.
The contract sat on my nightstand. Forty-seven pages of possibility. Forty-seven pages of surrender. I'd read it twice more during the night, when sleep refused to come.
Section 8: Scheduled Sessions kept playing in my mind.
Sessions may include but are not limited to: bondage, sensory deprivation, impact play, orgasm control, verbal degradation, praise, and service submission.
I'd done some of that online. The orgasm control, obviously—God, had I done that. The praise. Some ve
