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“Is that going to work for you?”

“Yes, Master, in all the best ways. It’s another of those dream-come-true things, but I didn’t even know it was what I dreamed.”

“Bubbles saw you as a person and not just a slave.”

“But it wasn’t romantic. It was an arrangement, not a relationship. I mean, I think we were kind of friends after a while, but it wasn’t anything likeourweekend together, Master.” I sighed. “And it feels good to be able to call you Master so much again.”

“You did good in public. Amazingly good. It’s hard to show the right kind of respect without drawing attention to it, but you pulled it off perfectly.”

I could feel myself glowing at the praise. “Thank you, Master.”

“Okay, favoriteactivityover the weekend.”

“Oh, the dinner show was great. The first time we did the ropes course I didn’t really enjoy it that much. It was hard and really scary, but the second time was a lot more fun. The coaster thing was the same way, and I had a blast the last time we went down it. The Melting Pot was a lot of fun, cooking our food and feeding it to each other. And I don’t know exactly how I feel about Road Atlanta, it was more educational than fun, and it was a lot of work, but it was also fun, and it’s something very few people ever get to do.”

“I asked my business guy to find out what it would take to rent the track at the Atlanta Motor Speedway for an afternoon, but he’s just supposed to check into it. I don’t really think I want to do it, but it might be cool to get some footage for the music video.”

“Where are you filming the music video, Sir?”

“Several places. Two are wedding venues. One’s on the banks of the Tennessee River, the other is a farm down in Ringgold, with a huge barn, and a pond in a meadow. We also have permission to set up cameras around the W Road so we can get some shots of it going up and then back down. The police will close the curves off for about ten minutes, so we’re the only car on the road. It’s timed at ten in the morning on a weekday, when I guess there’s the least amount of traffic during daylight. We’ll do it at three in the morning, too, so we have day and night shots. There’ll be time for us to get out and do some parts of the song around it in the road when we do it in the middle of the night.”

He blew out his breath. “Unless it’s heavily overcast, Hailey won’t be able to be part of the daytime video, so I imagine we’ll mostly use the night shots. Same with the other locations. We have them both reserved in the evening so we can get some shots in the daylight, at twilights, and then in the dark with lots of lighting.”

Right, because Hailey has a sunlight allergy. I hadn’t known that was a real thing. In the dark ages she’d have probably been staked or beheaded by the villagers who’d have thought she was a vampire. Her bedroom here was in the basement, and she rarely came aboveground during the day.

“What was your favorite part of our trip, Master?”

He motioned me to come closer, so I moved to him and settled kind of in his lap with his arms around me. I love Master’s touch, Master’s embrace, and I melted into him. The water came up to my chin at first, and he resituated so it came up to my collarbone.

“I think my first answer is the same as yours,” he said. “An overall enjoyment of spending time with you outside of scenes. I think the hike up the Chimneys and Road Atlanta are probably tied for second.” He took a swig of his beer. “Oh, and the sunrise up on the platform with you beside me. So, a three-way tie.”

“Is there something I should do to prepare myself for maintenance, Master?”

“Other than not eating after lunch, I don’t think so.”

I had so many questions, but I wasn’t sure what I could ask. Master had changed the subject when I’d asked about maintenance and boot camp, so I thought I’d ask my questions another way.

“I get the feeling you don’t want to talk to me about maintenance or the boot camp you say will happen after we sign a more permanent contract.”

“Smart boy. You know maintenance will be rough, but not as bad as punishment. Boot camp seems pretty self-explanatory, and to be honest, I want you to sign a contract without knowing for sure what it’ll involve. If you don’t trust me enough to do that, we have no business hoping this is going to be long-term.”

I was cradled in his arms, and he kissed the top of my head and kind of pushed me away. “I’d like a foot massage now, slave.”

I moved to sit at the base of the molded lounge chair he was using, down below his feet. He lifted his foot and I rested his heel on my leg, and then rubbed and massaged his feet as best I could. While I gave him a foot massage, he asked me more questions. “Have you ever had anyone use stinging nettles on you?”

“No, Master.”

“I enjoy chemical play — hot peppers, cinnamon, that kind of thing. I haven’t done so yet with you because I don’t want to do anything to create an unwanted allergic reaction. Stinging nettles are all about the reaction to them, but without knowing how your body will react…” He sighed. “Not the end of the world if we can’t. I’m going to assume abrasion play is okay.”

“Abrasion play, Master?” I had no idea what that meant.

“Just what it sounds like. The kindest form is something like a bristled hairbrush over your nipples, dick, or balls. The more extreme form involves nail files and sandpaper.” He was silent a second and added, “There are videos of people using round hairbrushes to fuck vaginas and assholes.”

I didn’t say anything because asking him not to do something isn’t allowed unless I want to add it to my list of hard limits. I didn’t want to go to that extreme, and I couldn’t think of anything else to say, so I focused on his foot.

After about a moment of silence, I finally said, “I don’t think I’d like that very much, Master, but as long as the materials don’t cause an allergic reaction, it falls within the scope of our contract.”

“Meaning you’re admitting it’s open season. Has anyone ever used hot peppers or cinnamon on you?”