“Go on, don’t be shy,” he urged. “Tell the man what you want.“
"Could I have a glass of milk, please?” She flushed bright red and stared at the floor when the bartender handed her a pint glass, full almost to the rim, topped with a maraschino cherry skewered on one of those little pink swords.
“What do you say, sweetheart?”
“Th-th-thank you mister.”
- A certain somebody says his Sweetheart has to call other doms “Mister.”
- She looks a little bit like me so I’m just kinda throwing myself into this story – deal with it.
- I don’t like milk but oh my God this is so humiliating.