bratty b a e's blog: "Bae's stories"

“Thank you for lunch today. Have a great night, baby girl. Make sure you meet curfew. I love you and sweet dreams”. Summer quickly punches out a reply, “so did i, Sir. i love You more. Goodnight” and she hit the send button. She hugged the phone tightly before taking it to the bedroom where just a couple days ago, she participated in a scene to rival anything from Fifty Shades of Grey. Plugging the phone into the charger, Summer undresses and dons her Tinkerbell bathrobe. Padding back to the living room, she finishes her take-out and proceeds to browse her social media for a time, while House of Cards plays on Netflix.

            With a full stomach on Polynesian and a second glass of Merlot to mellow her senses, Summer is feeling drowsy. It’s closing on a midnight curfew, set forth by her Dominant. If not for that she’d fall asleep on the couch every night with the TV. Summer dreads going to that queen size bed each night, but she obeys because it pleases her to know she’s pleasing Him. Knowing she’s prone to fall asleep curled up in the softness of the leather love seat, she turns the TV off, unplugs the HDMI cord from the laptop and bids Fubar and Facebook a goodnight, “time to give some head and ass….to my pillow and mattress”. She shuts down the Mac, turns out all the lights and slowly makes her way in the dark to the bathroom. A pee, quick shower and brush of her teeth and she can no longer prolong the inevitable….bed. She dries herself off quickly and puts her robe back on. She’s quietly walks into the bedroom. It is a smallish room and the bed she is the main focus of the whole room. She loves this bed. It’s beautifully crafted. She smiles at the love that’s been made between her and her Dom, the days and, sometimes nights that have been spent fucking, talking, making plans for a brighter future. Tonight, she’s cold and alone. She loves her Master, but at night, well, nights after night alone makes her sometimes wish she didn’t love Him. Summer despises herself for these feelings because it seems unbecoming a submissive to feel that way about their Dom, but not every human emotion can be controlled, not by someone with as big a heart or as warm a personality as hers. Climbing between the cool Egyptian cotton sheets, Summer pulls to her and hugs the pillow Her Master uses when visiting her. It serves as a poor substitute for the Man she has given herself to. The girl who everyone likes, everyone seems drawn to, who is said to exude sex appeal drifts off to sleep with dark thoughts to plague her dreams.