Boring. Boring. Boring. Shopping pans and pots and stuff might be interesting, but i'd know much better things to do with Charon than shopping. If it were shopping something more interesting, like maybe lingerie, or sexy dresses.
But she seems to be not interested in exchanging bodily fluids today. So i keep myself busy in the kitchen until she tells me to strip.
She binds me and has me on all fours while she reads a book. Again, i had hoped for more. I don't know if that's what i want. It is nice to be here, naked and bound, but i miss touching her body, smelling her skin, tasting her mouth.
She reads a book without taking notice of me.
"Let's go bar-hopping." She gets up and releases me from my restraints.
Bar-hopping? How about some rough wild fucking until the break of dawn? I guess my disappointment is clearly showing on my face.
"If you don't like it you can go home, slave. Take it or leave it, it's your choice."
I don't answer her right away. But i know this time i won't let my pussy make the decision. I might be a slave, or a sub, or whatever, but i also have a mind of my own, i have needs and desires too, and if she really wants me she will have to show more interest in me than she did so far. I put on my clothes and jot down my cellphone number.
While i write the note i finally answer, struggling to keep the tears back. "I don't like bar-hopping. I would like to spend the night with you, very much so, serving you, pleasing you, but not in a loud bar, being leered at by guys i don't have anything in common with. Here's my number. Good night Charon, enjoy yourself."

She seems to be completely taken aback as i kiss her on the cheek and walk out the door. Finally tears well up in my eyes, but i'm determined not to turn back. This time she doesn't follow me. In the elevator i start to cry. And all the time i stare at my cellphone, wishing it would ring.