I'm a lousy dom. I can barely order coffee in a restaurant. What was I going to do with a twenty-two-year-old blonde bikini model who just needed a firm hand to guide her while she explored the country.
Nonetheless, when Margaret told me her daughter used her submissiveness to manipulate people, I realized I was going to have to be firm in enforcing my rules. Either that, or I was going to get walked all over. I knew how that worked out. I'd been married three times.
I'd have failed completely if I hadn't realized that her challenge of the rules was really a test of my trustworthiness. Would I abide by our agreement or succumb to her brazenly displayed charms? There was really no contest. Angie trusted me. End of discussion. Could I trust her?
It was hard having this naked beauty in my trailer with me. It's not like one of us could go to a different room. It's not like we could sleep in different beds. It's not like either of us could hide anything from the other. It was… hard.
We'd just have to get used to it.
In other news: Today is the last day of NaNoWriMo. I've met the 50k word count goal and Yelloweye is progressing nicely. However, NaNo has kindly informed me that I am only 6,000 words away from a 13-year career total of 1,000,000 words during the months of November. So, it's six o'clock in the morning on the last day of November and I'm writing. What else can I do?