Drunk In Love: The Complete Series: BBW BDSM Erotica by Sasha Livingston Read Free Book Online

of salvation. Now I just had to get on the boat.

Drunk In Love: Part 3
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    N othing was the same to me anymore. Smells weren’t smells, and tastes were dull. Everything became different after that night. I wasn’t the same, and I didn’t want to be.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?” Trevor screamed at me that next morning. Making it home that night after seeing Mistress Diana work her magic was like a transformation for me.
    I stayed up the entire night packing his clothes. When he awoke the next morning, his clothes sat by the door.
    “It’s over, Trevor. This roller coaster is over.” I meant it, and I was pissed that it took me so long to realize that leaving Trevor was more about my life and health than it was about being “unfair” to him.
    “You are going to regret this,” he said amongst many other things that morning. Insults flew off his tongue like a drunken sailor, but I didn’t budge. Then he resorted to pleading and crying. At that point, I started tossing his bags out of the front door.
    Throwing a beer bottle at me was the end of my being nice to him. That was the last straw before I called the police and let them make him leave.
    I should have been sad, but instead, I went to work with a smile on my face.
    I felt happier than I’d felt in months, like some weight had been lifted off of me, and I no longer had to put my energy into someone that didn’t deserve it.
    That next day, Kyle assisted me in changing my door locks. He didn’t stay long; he only helped me and gave me one instruction: study. He wanted me to study everything there was to know about the Dom life; the entire culture of BDSM.
    “We will have a test on Saturday to see how far you have come.” Kyle said with a smile. His pun was fully intended.
    Today was Saturday.
    Kyle told me training would start today, and all week I could think of nothing else but this day. Through the entire week, I didn’t see him, and we didn’t talk much. He demanded that I research and go deeper into the world of bondage.
    I found that this seemed like a school assignment rather than some life-changing experience. Looking over everything, I saw that this was serious.
    Now I mentally went over all of my research as I walked the final block to Kyle’s house. All week I anticipated seeing him, and now I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. Maybe I wasn’t ready for this. Trevor had only been gone a week, and he was still calling. Last night, I had to turn my phone off to avoid his repeated calls.
    He’d even sent me flowers. Maybe I wasn’t ready to move on.
    But then I thought of Mistress Diana and how she probably would have slapped me right now for being so foolish. I was talking like a wounded idiot that needed an alcohol-dependent boyfriend to feel good about herself.
    I sounded pathetic.
    I kept walking, one foot in front of the other, towards my destination. As the street lights began to flicker on, I thought about how a week ago today was when my life began to unravel. Now a week later, I was free, and one step closer to becoming someone of power.
    Reaching his house, there was a white envelope taped to the door with my name on it. The mystery was already starting.
    “Go in, undress, and wait.” Direct and to the point.
    I did as I was instructed. Stepping into his house, I quietly reverted to what I knew. In the list of research, I got a set of rules. As I undressed, I tried to remember what I was to do; it was easier reading those things than it was executing them.
    In the living room, I made sure not to sit on his couch or touch the television. I wasn’t there as a guest, or for fun. Submissive training was none of those things.
    Taking off every bit of clothing, I folded the items and placed them neatly on the floor. I didn’t want to assume that he wanted my clothing on his furniture.
    “Rule Number One: If I don’t tell you to do it, then it doesn’t exist,” I whispered to myself as I looked