This one is nasty. A bit extreme even. My literary Mr. Hyde decided to drop by after I found myself stuck in a meeting, no way out and with an urge to… well, you’ll understand soon enough when you read what I ended up writing after the nightmare was over. If you prefer the more lighthearted affairs just like I do worry not because I’m sure they’ll return soon enough. Until tomorrow.
“Please… I need…!” Harrison implored.
“Need?” Portia scoffed. “No, you want to and you shouldn’t because you want what I want.”
“I want what you want,” he droned, dutifully conditioned.
“Yes, Mistress,” he smiled sheepishly, a warm liquid sliding down his legs.
She was right. He didn’t need to use the bathroom at all.