Averti

One afternoon last year I was fixing Toby’s intrusion alarm. Toby, my fantastic free-lance domina, had been hanging around and kibitzing, and apparently finally got bored with all the wiring and testing and nonsense. “I’m going out’’ she said. “Be back around eight.'' “What about my reward for fixing your alarm?’’ I teased. Toby grinned evilly. “If I come back and find you tied up in the closet bound hand and foot so you can’t wiggle more than the odd finger–I’ll give you a double reward.'' ...