PMS and then some...
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Don't. Fucking. Bait. Me.
Particularly, don't do it when I just spent a fair amount of time promising you, and several other people, that I was going to back the fuck off and STOP thinking of you as a playtoy. Even more so, don't do it repeatedly, and then act shocked when I start getting twitchy after a while and leave the fucking room.
No, I'm NOT in the mood to be Domme. I'm sure as hell not in the mood to be Hunting. I'm trying to take a fucking break from that for the sake of my own head and now even more so for the sake of your relationship with your wench. I'm trying to be GOOD, and it feels like the more I try, the more you try to poke holes in my calm and pull out something you do NOT want around.
- pause -
That's not something I want to do. THat's not EVER something I want to do. You have no fucking clue how much it HURTS to do. But at least without that around your throat I won't see you as a slave, as Mine, as someone to protect and worry about and someone to take pleasure in. I won't have to look at you at all.
*takes the chain, the open lock, the key, and goes the fuck back to bed*
Wake me tomorrow. I don't think I'm going to deal well with today.
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