And it was Kadin who brought me there.

How, you ask? A valid question, considering his gentleness, his refusal to hurt me. An even better question when you know that the side of him that had been willing to hurt me at ALL went into hiding.

Prelude: he managed to at least figure out where that side of him was hiding, figured out where it had gone. Then... well, we were alone at Grr's house for a little while and I had glass in my foot, I wasn't able to drive or even to walk much, really.

And he had a nice new dog collar, leash, and food bowl.

And I am a sick little girl. *wry grin*

That's right. The sight of the boy first beaten and ordered into submission, the disgust and humiliation on his face as he ate and drank... then his playfulness and cheerfulness, watching him prance around like a puppy... for some reason this turned me on.

So... I sort-of reversed his 'pet' status, let him get a bit closer to 'slave' instead - yes, there's quite a difference, particularly when by 'pet' you literally mean 'animal'.

And, as so often happens, we ended up on the floor, having sex. Fucking. And DAMN, but the boy has learned... he didn't stop. I swear, he was a daya-damned energizer bunny! End result? I forgot how to speak for what, a good half an hour? Was only capable of giggles and bato'cirn for another half-hour... then when I finally got English back, I was still mostly out of it, snuggly and happy and content... and why so content?

Because by the end of it, I had cum so hard I was crying.

So that's where the tears came from.

Not quite what I needed... not quite enough... but a help. Enough to calm me somewhat. Enough to dull the ache.

Enough to remind me WHY I love my boy. *grin*