The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A week had passed since my Mistress gave me some freedom back and allowed me to become her boyfriend again. She no longer called me hurtful names and I once more enjoyed the relationship we had in the past, as boyfriend and girlfriend.

We were holding hands inside a mall, headed upstairs to where the Cinema was. As Nita and I were still holding hands we saw the posters of the movies that were playing.

“Wow cool. I wanna see that,” I said to her.

I was looking at the poster for The Fast and the Furious Part 8. I felt Nita tugging at my hand. I looked at her. She was smiling.

“I wanna see this,” she told me, pointing to Sex and the City Part 4.

I sighed. The last thing I wanted to see was some stupid girlie movie. I then had an idea.

“Hey Nita. How about I watch Fast and the Furious 8 and you watch your movie and we meet out back here,” I suggested.

Nita’s face changed. She stopped smiling and started looking sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I want to catch it with you. I mean you’re my boyfriend right and you love me right,” Nita cried, a bit louder.

“Nita is it ok if you catch this movie alone?” I asked.

“No. Tim I want you to catch it with me,” she cried.

“But Nita you know I don’t really like Sex and the City. I mean imagine if I dragged you with me to go watch some action flick that you hated,” I protested.

“You know something Tim. You actually couldn’t drag me to go watch a stupid film that you like but I can force you to watch a film with me,” Nita angrily shot back.

Nita shot me a wicked look.

“I told you before that I would treat you a lot better but I always have the final say,” she smiled wickedly.

I gulped. I forgot that I still had to obey her.

“Look. How about if I pay for your ticket and food and….” I quickly offered but she cut me off.

“…..you can pay two tickets for Sex and the City, pay for our food, watch the movie until the end, paying full attention to it unless I want to speak to you and apart from that you are going to keep your mouth shut until I speak to you,” Nita threatened.

We went inside the cinema. I paid tickets for two and bought all our food and drinks. Nita can be so selfish, forcing me to watch a film with her that I don’t like. The whole time the movie was on, I was watching it, hating every moment of it. Nita was watching the movie, holding my hand but sometimes oblivious to my existence.

The movie lasted 3 hours but to me it seemed like an Eternity in Hell. When the movie was finally over I was so happy.

“That was such a good movie. I’m glad you caught it with me Tim,” Nita looked at me lovingly.

She kissed me on the lips.

After the cinema we went to a McDonalds to eat. We found a corner to sit by ourselves. I saw so many college students and even high school students eating and drinking and socialising.

Ever since I was Nita’s slave I always stayed at her place. I haven’t been to my own student accommodation room in a long time. I missed my place. I also haven’t had some free time or personal time for myself. I was always with Nita.

She gave me an “order” which I had to obey automatically. I couldn’t speak to her unless she told me to and I only spoke (since the time at the cinema) when she wanted me to.

I just looked sad while looking at my cheeseburger. I had no appetite.

“Honey you haven’t touch your food. Is everything alright?” Nita asked me.

She looked concerned me. I shook my head.

“Are you upset because I made you watch the film?” she asked.

She started looking a bit more annoyed.

“You know if you are angry with me just tell me and tell me exactly what is bothering you,” Nita said it sarcastically.

“Well you won’t let me speak any time I want to speak. You told me to keep my mouth shut unless you speak to me,” I said it in a low monotone.

“Ok Tim. You can speak anytime you want to speak. I’m sorry I told you to shut up. You made me angry earlier you know that. If you didn’t make me angry I wouldn’t have been so hard on you. Tim I just want you to know this. I am being very nice to you considering that you are still my slave, that I own you and that I have stopped forcing you to call me Mistress and that I stopped humiliating and physically abusing you. I am not far away from making your life a living Hell…..again,” Nita said in an angry tone.

I gulped.

“Yeah now you are scared…Timmie-boy. I give you some freedom and here you are being ungrateful,” Nita said.

She moved herself and her seat away from the table.

“Tim come here,” Nita pointed over to the spot between herself and the table.

I got off my seat and walked to the spot she pointed at.

“I want you to bend yourself over the table,” she commanded.

I saw many people whom I recognised as college students staring at us.

“Nita…”I wanted to say but she cut me off.

“Shut the fuck up and do as you are told,” she ordered.

I didn’t speak anymore; just bent my front upper body over the McDonalds table. Then something happened, something that shocked me. She pulled my jeans down but not my underwear.

I could hear customers around us murmuring.

“My God, isn’t that Tim, the college football quarterback,” a male student from college said.

“That Nita is a real bitch. She always gets what she wants and now I really believe it when they say she can stoop this low,” cried a voice from a female student.

“Tim you have been a bad boy and now I am going to punish you,” Nita cried.

She spanked my ass really hard.

SPANK SPANK

It hurt a little bit but if it wasn’t for me being a jock I think I would have felt far more physical pain.

“What the hell are you losers looking at? He is my boyfriend and I can do whatever the fuck I want with him. He is mine. I own him the way you morons own your cell phones and I-Pads,” Nita screamed at what I presumed to be people watching us.

I have never felt so embarrassed and humiliated in my entire life. How could she do something like to me…..in public?

“Ma’am I am going to have to ask you and your…boyfriend…here to leave,” said a guy who sounded like a staff from McDonalds, and also like a Hispanic.

“Well fuck you. I pay my taxes. I’m an American. You look and sound like one of those fucking illegal Mexican immigrants,” she screamed at the poor guy.

He started babbling back to her…….in Spanish.

“Yeah. Yeah you fucking spic. You know I am right. If anyone should leave it should be you. Go back to fucking Mexico you fucking spic,” Nita screaming like Hell.

“Leave him alone you Persian bitch,” screamed a female voice, someone obviously from our college.

“Don’t you ever call me a Persian bitch you inferior bitch. Fucking Ajam whore. My ancestors ruled the world when your ancestors were barbarian savages who couldn’t read or write. Huh. My ancestors owned your ancestors. I can buy you and sell you and perhaps your entire family,” Nita screamed back.

Nita laughed cruelly at her own words.

“I thought you were a nasty bitch. I was wrong. You’re an evil bitch,” the female voice shrieked….with fear in her tone.

“You are as evil as Xerxes. The movie 300 is right about your people…” muttered a male voice.

“Fuck you dipshit. Don’t ever speak about Xerxes like that. Xerxes’ blood is superior to yours…Ajam. I have Aryan blood. I am from a superior race that ruled over four continents and our empire was larger than any other in history. My blood is superior to yours…….fucking mongrel,” Nita screamed at the last guy who spoke to her.

Tim could hear the last guy crying. Nita broke him easily with her taunts.

“Ok that’s it. If you and your boyfriend don’t leave I am going to call the police,” muttered someone who probably was the manager

There was silence for five minutes.

“Get up and pull back your pants. We’re leaving this dump,” Nita ordered me.

With that she spanked my ass one more time….in public.

We went back to Nita’s place. By 7PM she cooked us dinner and we sat and ate at the dining table. She realised that she forbade me from expressing myself, so told me I am free to do so again.

I was eating hungrily.

“I knew you’d like my cooking. Damn those morons at McDonalds,” Nita chuckled.

I didn’t want to think about McDonalds again because of what happened today. College students who were present today are going to remember her spanking me in public.

I had to remember that Patrick and Albert and Sasha were still in the same position as I was and sometimes I saw them in college, with their Mistresses.

“Honey slow down,” Nita smiled.

I slowed myself down and so I stopped eating.

“My God I can’t believe I spanked you at McDonalds. I was spanking like you were a little boy,” Nita laughed.

That whole thing today did not bother her at all. She really was brave and ruthless.

“You know that you made me Mommy angry today. But don’t worry. Mommy still loves you,” Nita said in a loving tone.

A part of me wanted to have time for myself. I wanted to go back to my own home, my student accommodation.

“Nita, could I go back to my place for a while?” I asked.

Nita stared at me. She was not smiling but gave me a curious look.

“Why?” she asked me.

“I…I…..I haven’t been there for some time. I want to see if I have any letters or if my landlord left me anything for any bills or something like that,” I told her.

“You know I prefer you to be with me at all times. So are you saying you wanna leave me?” she asked.

Nita looked like she was about to cry.

“No. No. It is just for a while. Look I want to see of all my belongings are still there. I’m sure you can understand my problems,” I said.

“Why do you wanna leave me?” she asked.

She was not paying attention to what I just said. Besides I also wanted to be away from her…..not sure of for a while or forever.

“It’s not like that. Nita I’m afraid my landlord would not give me back my deposit and even worst, he might throw out all my stuff,” I gulped, fearing the worst.

“Are you scared you won’t have any place to live?” she asked me with a concerned look.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Sweetheart you can always stay with me. I mean you have been staying with me for the last two months. Look I am taking care of you, aren’t I. I cook you dinner. I sometimes wash your clothes for you,” she said.

You force me to watch movies that I don’t want to watch, I thought.

“What about my stuff?” I asked.

I thought about the stuff in my rent room. My laptop. My cell phone. My belongings. It’s bad enough that I no longer have a future in sports. I know if I bring it up Nita doesn’t want to hear it or accept the blame.

“I got connections. I am going to get a high paid job. I will still take care of you even if you don’t have one. I mean I can get you a job,” Nita said.

Many Persian Americans have high paying jobs and they were pretty much connected. Nita wasn’t even middle class. She was quite well-off as Persian Americans tend to be wealthier than any other American of any ethnicity.

“Could I see my stuff….please,” I begged now.

“You hate me so much you want to leave me,” Nita said in a depressed tone.

I haven’t seen my cell phone in a long time. I know that my parents are worried about me because they haven’t heard from me in more than a month.

A part of me wished they were looking for me right now in college.

“My parents haven’t heard from me in a month Nita. They will be worried if they don’t hear from me. I mean I am sure that you talk to yours all the time,” I said.

“You miss your family. You know this is funny Tim. I remember your mom calling you before in your cell phone and you never seemed eager to talk to your relatives except when you need money or someone to else to talk to,” Nita said, in a guilty tone.

I gulped. She knows my history very well.

“I also still remember where your parents live,” she said.

Mom and dad knew I had a girlfriend (Nita before the break up) but never met her or spoken to her. Nita saw me write letters to my home address.

“You know I can put a forgetful spell on your entire family,” Nita said.

Was she threatening me now?

“Why would you do that?” I asked.

I gulped.

“So they don’t come looking for you. In fact I can also make you forget that you even had a family. That way I will be your only family. I think this is the best for the both of us,” Nita said.

I quickly got off my seat, crawled to her on my knees and started kissing her legs.

“No. No. Please don’t do that. Please,” I begged.

I started crying, with tears.

“I’ll do anything to keep you mine,” Nita said coldly.

I looked up to her now, still crying down tears.

“Please don’t do this to me. I mean you have already embarrassed me enough today at McDonalds,” I cried.

“Oh you’re afraid that people in college are gonna laugh at you. I can also do magic rituals to make anyone who saw us today forget that today even happened,” Nita said.

“I miss my parents. I miss my siblings,” I cried.

“Ok hush. Sweetie,” Nita said.

Nita was playing with my hair affectionately.

“Tim I want you to go to the couch, lie down there and go to sleep and wake up nine in the morning,” Nita giving me an order, which I didn’t understand.

ONE WEEK LATER

My Mistress and I were watching a television show. It was the show called Two-and-a-half-men with Charlie Sheen in it. It was somewhere in the evening.

“I really love this show,” I said to Nita, while my head rested on her lap on the couch.

“I know you do honey,” Nita said to me, while shuffling my hair.

“I don’t understand how families work,” I said to her.

“Why is that?” she asked me.

“I mean I don’t know or remember if I ever had a family, like Charlie here,” I said.

I didn’t know where I came from or if I ever had a father or mother or a family.

“Silly boy. You do have a family,” Nita teased me.

I was a bit puzzled.

“I do?” I asked.

“Me silly. I’m your family,” Nita said.

Nita was right. She was the only person I spent time with. She was the closest thing I had to a family. I mean I knew she had a father and a mother and some siblings. Something that I didn’t.

“Hey don’t be scared. I’m with you. You’re never going to be lonely. You’re not just my boyfriend. You’re my partner. I love you and I know you love me. That’s all that matters,” Nita said.

She then pressed her face down towards mine. Her lips touched mine.

Sometimes I wanted to be by myself and perhaps even spend time with other people apart from Nita. I mean in college she makes me carry her food tray and her bag and she forces me to follow her shopping.

Whenever I protested to have the day off, she would get angry and behave selfishly. I mean I had no friends at all and sometimes we spent time hanging with hers, gossiping about people and have female conversation that I cared nothing for. I mean for fuck’s sakes I don’t want to give her foot massage in front of her friends while they talk about that actor Robert Pattinson and that shit movie Twilight.

“Nita may I be excused. I think I want to go to bed if it is ok with you,” I said.

“You’re tired huh,” she said to me.

There was no way I could run from her as she gave me a “commandment” to never leave her or call for help.

I got off her and went to bed (Nita’s bedroom). I switched off the lights and went under the bed. I wanted to think of other things. I didn’t fall asleep automatically. I just laid there in the darkness.

What probably was thirty minutes later, Nita came inside the bedroom. She joined me under the blanket. She hugged me with an arm.

“I know you’re not yet asleep. I just want to know this Tim. Are you angry with me?” she asked, in a soft tone.

“Not really,” I was compelled to respond.

“Was it something I said? You know you’re mine and I love you. Just tell me what is bothering you?” she said.

“Nita is it ok if one day I spend some time alone and be by myself,” I said.

“Tim, look at me,” she ordered.

I turned around to face her, in that darkness.

“Tim you’re my partner. What you’re saying is illegal and bizarre. This would be like a husband asking his wife if he could sleep with another woman or live in another house or another country. I am the only family you have. I give you time to be by yourself, chances are, I won’t be there for you to come back to. Imagine a world where you are all by yourself. No family. No love one looking for you or for you to come back to. It could be a cold depressing world,” Nita said, in an assuring non-threatening tone.

I felt she was threatening me that once I get away from her she won’t accept me back in her life. That would be very sad for me as I would be truly lonely in the world. I, a Blond German-American, with no other family outside Nita, my Brunette Persian American girlfriend/mistress.

“Tim, don’t think about this again. If you do, try thinking about something else. Think about how your life with me is good,” Nita said.

She put her pointing and middle finger towards my lips.

“I want you to gently suck on my lips,” she said.

I opened my mouth and I was sucking on her two fingers.

“I feel much better now. Your lips feel good and comforting honey,” Nita said.

I think this is her way of putting me in my place and telling me to accept things they way they are.

After ten minutes she took her fingers out of my lips. She took my hand and she started sucking now on my lips but before she did, she said, “I want you to feel good too Tim. You are there for me as I am there for you.”

As she was sucking on my fingers she slid a hand under my underwear, stroking my cock. I felt touched and excited and Nita had a smile on her face.

She let go of my fingers from her mouth.

“It feels good doesn’t it Tim,” she teased me.

I nodded in the darkness. She then took my hand and slid my hand inside her underwear, making my fingers poke into her vagina.

“Oh yes,” Nita feeling excited by making me ‘touch’ her.

I was fingering her as she was fingering me. Nita was sexually grunting as I continued fingering her. I felt her cum stains on my finger. I felt my cock spurting out sperm. I felt excited but sticky and dirty.

“Tim you dirty bastard. You dirtied my fingers. Tell you what. I will clean you if you will clean me,” she teased me.

I licked her cum stains off my finger and she licked mine of hers, followed by us performing position 69 on each other. I was using my tongue to lick her cum stains on her pussy and of course licking her clitoris. She was sucking my cock, drinking all my juice.

We took care of each other…sexually. I love having my cock inside her jaw and I enjoyed licking her vagina skin.

I needed time for myself? What the fuck was I thinking?

When we finished using our tongues and mouths, we had proper sex. We had anal sex and we had sex where my cock was pumping inside her pussy.

When we finished having sex, she told me something she had in mind.

“Tim I want you to lick my asshole,” she said.

She laid face down while I was lapping my tongue between her ass cheeks.

“It is so nice to have your tongue up my ass,” she cried with excitement.

Her ass felt nice but sometimes I felt that I was licking her ‘shit’ too. I didn’t enjoy doing this but she sure did.

She made me lick her ass for over an hour until she felt asleep. Eventually I fell asleep, with my face on her ass.

The last thoughts in my mind, before I too fell asleep, was how I was forever going to be her slave and despite the fact that she was a selfish bitch, she was possessive of me and often took care of me too.

She would never let me go and have time for myself, were my last thoughts for the night.

The next morning Nita woke me up as I found myself sleeping on top of her. We were still in bed.

“My class is only in the afternoon. I believe yours is in the afternoon too,” she said.

She knew both our schedules. I still remembered the last thing I did was “lick her ass.’

“I had a good time last night Tim, especially having your strong German tongue licking my beautiful Persian ass,” Nita chuckled.

I didn’t like it at all. She made me feel inferior.

“Nita do you love me?” I asked.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I love you Tim,” Nita cried.

She looked surprised by my question.

“Well you made me lick your ass last night,” I said.

“And I enjoyed it,” she said back in defence.

“If I asked you to lick my ass would you do it?” I asked.

I hated feeling inferior.

“Hell no. That is demeaning,” Nita screamed at me.

“Hypocrite,” I muttered.

I got off the bed but she put a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh I see. You’re upset because I made you feel like shit. Tim I own you. I can make you do whatever I want. I want my ass to feel comfortable. You may be my boyfriend but you’re still my slave. I don’t see you as garbage just because I made you lick my ass. You also forget your place in our relationship. I have an idea Tim. I know how to your ass feel nice. That way everything feels more balanced,” she said.

Nita made me lie face down on the bed while my ankles and wrist were tied to the bed posts. She even blindfolded me.

“Now I am going to put some gloves on,” she said to me.

I felt and heard her climb on top of the bed, next to where my ass was. I felt her fingers enter my ass.

It felt good as her fingers were tearing my asshole. I cried a bit.

“Every Persian Woman should own a German Man,” she taunted my back with the tattoo she forced upon me.

I made sexually excited sounds.

“You like that don’t you Tim,” Nita cracked her kinky joke.

After half-an-hour of finger-fucking my German-American ass with her Persian-American fingers, she then whispered something to my ear.

“You know Tim. You have been saying a lot of things that I don’t like. You have been complaining a lot lately. I just want you to remember that when I said I would have the final say in our relationship, I want you to remember it and I am going to make you remember it in a way you will never forget,” she teased me.

She licked my earlobe.

Then I felt something thrust up my ass. I screamed like Hell. She was fucking my asshole with a strap-on.

“You like that Timmie boy. You like that huh. I own your ass. You are mine. I can do whatever I want with you. I can do anything with you. I can do anything to you,” she cried with uncontrolled excitement.

I screamed as the strap-on was tearing my ass cheeks. I also felt her biting at my neck. I screamed a lot more. She had a very strong bite.

“Stop crying cry-baby. You don’t seem to mind having your cock up my ass but you seem to hate it when I have mine up yours. You dare call me a hypocrite. I guess I have been too lenient with you these past couple of days and you are now all of a sudden very outspoken towards me. Your Mistress,” she taunted me angrily.

After she ass-fucked me with her strap-on, she pulled out of my asshole, only to continue spanking me really hard. I screamed a lot louder now. It really hurts…like Hell.

“Ungrateful Nordic slave. You are lucky I give you freedom of speech and freedom of expression. Yet all you do is whine, whine, whine. Will you ever complain to me again?” she taunted me with her question.

I shook my head, still feeling pain in my ass.

“If you ever think of trying to get away from me or want to be alone, I will do far worse things to you. Have I made myself perfectly clear?” she shouted her question to me.

I nodded.

This was the kind of BDSM I didn’t want.

“Please don’t hurt me anymore. It really hurts,” I cried, with genuine tears.

“Maybe you ought to skip class today. That will give you time to be alone and also have time to think about everything I have said. You want time for yourself. Well I am giving it to you. You have no idea how angry you have made me today. Here I was thinking what a great day today is going to be but no, you had to fucking spoil it. You made me remember that you wanted to be by yourself. You complained that I made you lick my ass. I am going to have breakfast. Maybe today you should skip food. Or water. Or even a fucking shower. But before I leave I am going to give you a punishment, one you’ll never forget,” she said.

I remained tied up the whole day. I remained blindfolded. The last thing I remembered before Nita left the bedroom were two things.

One was what she said to me.

“Maybe I should make you start calling me Mistress again and start treating you like shit. I know how much you hated it and how much I enjoyed it.”

The second thing was having something sprinkled on my ass cheeks.

I heard her slam her bedroom door. The whole day I felt flies landing on my ass cheeks it felt ticklish and it tormented me as I could not move a hand to swat them out. She obviously put some sugar on my ass and that attracted the flies. It happened the entire day. I could not sleep or rest properly and begged that the sugar was all gone and so were the flies.

I felt so uncomfortable, like a piece of trash or if not, then a piece of property. I was Nita’s chattel. I reminded myself that I was a human being but being her obedient slave, I really felt inferior to her.

I had never felt so afraid of Nita in my life.

Being tied up like with my ass burning felt like an eternity. I didn’t know what time it was but I fell asleep for a while until I heard the bedroom door open. I gulped in fear.

I heard her cabinets being opened and assumed that she was changing to something more comfortable. I felt her climbing on top of the bed, laying her body next to mine. She was kissing my neck. She then played with my Blond hair.

“I don’t know why you want to make my life so difficult Tim. You know your life doesn’t have to be a living Hell. I mean I am the only family you have left. Tell you what sweetie. I am going to untie you, let you rest a while longer and then wake you up for dinner,” Nita said to me in a soothing tone.

I felt her kiss my head.

“That’s my German baby,” she said.

I heard her close the bedroom door behind her what felt like a few seconds later I went back to sleep until Nita woke me up for dinner. She also told me to put some clothes on too.

I joined her downstairs for dinner, sitting down by the dining table. She made us roast chicken, boiled white rice, potatoes, carrots, garlic bread crusts, and some other delicious things to eat.

And we had red wine glasses too.

“Thank you for cooking dinner Nita,” I said in low monotone.

She smiled at me.

“I cooked us special dinner today Tim. Please eat and enjoy,” she assured me with a smile.

We ate dinner. No discussion about anything. I guess she felt guilty for having treated me with unrestricted aggression.

While we ate she asked me a question, with a loving smile.

“Tim sweetheart I didn’t want to ask you this but I do ask you this because I love you. How does your ass feel?” she asked.

My ass didn’t hurt now as it did much earlier.

“Much better thank you,” I responded.

I continued eating but I noticed that Nita didn’t eat much but still continued staring at me, smiling genuinely.

“Don’t let me bother you. I enjoy staring at you that’s all. You look cute when you gobble your food you know that,” she complimented me.

I blushed from her comments.

When dinner was finished she cleaned up (normally she makes me clean up) and told me to go and enjoy myself in the living room. She also told me to watch what I wanted to watch on television.

I was watching a horror film on television Nightmare on Elm Street (the remake). Nita joined me on the couch. She took my hand and held it and then kissed it.

“I love you Tim. Don’t ask why,” she smiled at me.

“Do…do…you…want…to…watch…something….else,” I stuttered.

“Oh my goodness. I know so many people in college are afraid of me. Tim I really wouldn’t want you to be afraid of me too,” she said.

She started laughing too but in a nice way. She then kissed me on the lips.

“I like spending time with you. I want you to know that. I just want you to know that next week we are going to be having dinner at Soraya’s house,” Nita said to me.

Patrick was Soraya’s slave. I am going to finally see my fellow Nordic brother Patrick.

“You still remember Soraya right?” You still remember that you had a friend named Patrick too right?” she asked me.

I nodded.

“I haven’t seen her in more than a month but I bumped into her today. She asked about you,” Nita said.

I gulped.

“Honey you have nothing to worry about. I told her that you were still with me and that I’d rather you spend all your time with me. Hey you get to see Patrick again. Come on. Please smile. Please,” she said it to me with a smiling tone.

I found it hard to smile. I just couldn’t help it. I wasn’t strong this time to fake it.

Patrick was Soraya’s slave, the same way I was Nita’s. But Soraya was nothing like Nita. She was far more aggressive and she wanted to make Patrick pay for breaking up with her, big time. His days as her slave, was “Hell On Earth” for him.

“Tim if you don’t smile….” Nita giving me now a serious look.

I gulped, hoping she wasn’t going to punish me anymore.

“……….I won’t give you vanilla ice cram for dessert later,” she finished her sentence in a kinky tease.

I tried smiling.

“Look if you don’t want to smile you don’t have to. But I am going to get us some ice cream,” she offered.

Nita left the living room for the kitchen. As for me I was going to get a chance to see Patrick next week……and fear and dread the worst that Soraya would have put him through.

I know deep down Nita was doing this to show me that she could have been worst with me and now I realise how cunning she could be and that was far more disturbing than any physical; punishment she could ever unleash upon me.

Next week Tim gets to see Patrick again, when they have dinner at Soraya’s. But that will be a story on its own.

THE END