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When the SUVfinallypulled onto the property, Master had them let me out before we got to the garage. “Go to the pool, strip to your boxer briefs, and deal with the pool. Angie has been adding chlorine, and she shocked it yesterday, but you’ll need to check everything else and add chemicals if something’s off. Clean the robot’s filter and get it going, then go in through the garage, strip, and follow the written instructions.”

So many things went through my head. Disappointment, anger, relief, and finally, acceptance. I’d told him I needed a reminder, and this wasn’t what I had in mind, but it absolutely did the job.

“Yes, Master.”

The water needed a slight PH adjustment but was otherwise okay. I used the hose to clean the robot’s filter, and then put the robot into the water on a setting to clean the entire pool twice, and finally gathered my clothes and made my way to the garage.

I recognized Master’s handwriting on the sticky note.

You know what to do with the butt plug. Don an apron in the kitchen and get your chicken taco soup going in the slow cooker. Go to the weight room and work your core, arms, and legs.

The butt plug was a little hard to get in because nothing had been in my ass for days, but also comforting, once inserted. It was like I wasfinallyhome. It took about fifteen minutes to get the taco soup going, another couple of minutes to clean up, and then I headed downstairs to the weight room. I heard unfamiliar music coming from above when I hit the staircase, which told me Will had some ideas he needed to put to music. Usually, he writes things out and then gets Hailey to help him put it to music, but sometimes he does the whole thing from the start. I think views from the top of the turret must help give him inspiration during the writing process. He doesn’t always gothere, but often enough, I knew where he was without having to go look.

Hours later, I was nearly finished with my workout when Micca came into the room looking sleepy.

“I needed a nap. I’ve never been a fan of flying, and my bear is even less pleased with being trapped in a tube. It’s stressful. Wears me out. How close are you to being finished?”

“Maybe twenty minutes? Master wanted me to do everything in one day, so I’ve been in here a while. The soup won’t be ready yet. I can make a tuna salad, or a couple of hamburgers to tide you over, Sir.” And if she told me to do it, I could stop working out now rather than later.

She shook her head. “I’m capable of cooking a few burgers. Finish up, get a shower, and then let’s spend some time together while Will does his music thing.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her smile told me how happy she was with me, and I finished the rest of my workout with the memory of how she’d looked at me.

* * * *

Davy

Micca was waiting for me on Will’s bed when I came out of the bathroom after my shower, and I stepped to the bed to wait for instructions.

“Good boy. Climb up and hold me. I want to be a girl for a little while, so you get to hold me while you tell me where you’re at with the fact you have family who cares for you.”

I climbed onto the bed, pulled the light throw blanket over us, and snuggled Micca into my body. To be honest, I’ve always preferred to be the one snuggled into a man’s body, but I’ve come to appreciate the feel of Micca’s strong but feminine body curled into mine. I still consider myself gay because I’m not evena tiny bit attracted to other women, but I’m getting used to sex with Micca. More than just used to it — it’s normal, now. It’s who we are to each other.

“I don’t know where I’m at with the whole grandparents thing. I mean, my everyday life isn’t going to change, right? And I could be mad because I could’ve grown up with people who actually cared about me, but what good would that do? Also, would I evenwantto change that? I like my life now, and maybe I wouldn’t like my life this much if I’d grown up in bumfuck Alaska.”

“At first, I thought meeting Will was kinda like winning the lottery,” she said.

“Oh, it’s definitely like that, but you have to take the pain-in-the-ass stuff with the good.”

She snickered. “You mean the butt plugs?”

I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “No, I mean the security people, and the fans, and the disguises.”

“Oh, yeah. It’s a hassle, but Will handles it without giving it too much energy, which helps. A big bonus for me is having this relationship with you. I’ve always liked you as a person, solid respect for going through major shit and then figuring your life out — making an honest living. If Razor hadn’t been making sure your play partners were safe, it’s possible I’d have stepped in to do it. I felt protective of you from the start, and that’s only grown.” She took a breath. “The question is, how do you feel about me? I know you’re gay, not bi. Are you being sexual and romantic with me because Will orders it, or because you’ve become attracted to me?”

“Will made me start seeing Dr. Woods to help me deal with everything surrounding my grandparents, and he’s helped with that, but I think he helped me figure out my feelings about you even more. I had so much confusion about the whole thing in my head. My dick responds to you, obviously, but…” I sighed.“Carlos made me eat out one of his top dealers sometimes, a woman, almost always when he was mad at me. It was a form of punishment. Sometimes he’d make me when he thought she needed a reward, but mostly, it was more about humiliating me. Sometimes he’d put me in a humbler while I did it, too. So, there was even more negativity around that than would normally be for a gay guy.”

“I’m sorry. It’s never been about that for me, and I don’t think Will intends it to be, either.”

I shook my head. “No, it hasn’t, and I know that. Dr. Woods has helped me a great deal, mostly because he asked questions until I figured out that I’m attracted to dominance more than gender. Or maybe as much as gender. Either way, I wasn’t attracted to that dealer because she wasn’t a sexual Dom, but you are, and I love going down on you whether you or Master commands it.” I kissed the top of her head again. “I love making you feel good. Showing you I’m your slave, here for your pleasure, completely devoted.”

“That devotion goes both ways, you know. It happens in different ways, but I’m devoted to being one of your Masters, in charge of…” She sighed. “You. In charge of you. Or, at least in charge of your free time away from work.”

I wished I was a poet, so I could paint my feelings with words, but the best I could come up with was, “I’m yours, Sir. Yours and Master’s. I adore you, and I’m so glad you’re here. You know I’m yours to command.”

“I do, and I love the little kisses to my head, things I haven’t commanded you to do. I wonder, sometimes, if you really want to hold me, or if you’re only doing it because I ordered it.” She turned in my arms. “The days in Alaska helped me a little with that. I think it did my heart good for us to have time as partners.”