I hope he chokes on that filet that he's taking his time to cut right now. He knows it's my favorite, the man is probably eating it on purpose. And here I am, innocent as can be, sitting on my perfect pillow on the right hand side of the table with a collar on... and a leash, which has been so conveniently attached to the leg of the table so I cannot stray too far away. No doubt that was his doing. And it's not that I would do anything if I were to roam free! Nothing too damaging anyway. Only throw all of his clothes off of the balcony, which are always retrievable!

But no, I was not allowed to eat. But truly I have done nothing to deserve such treatment! I didn't max out the credit card. Too much.

I watch with a narrowed gaze as he silently sits in his suit, eating the food that I made, food that I should be partaking in, but no! Here I am, on my knees like some dog- Oh, that feels quite nice actually.

Well, I wish he wouldn't interrupt my vengeful thoughts, because now his hand is stroking my hair, and telling me that I am a very good girl. I hate the way my body reacts, my heart getting all giddy, my stomach fluttering. Yuck. Tell it to stop. Immediately.

​

I'm sure you're wondering why I haven't said anything to this creature of darkness that sits in a dining chair beside me, the man who is my "keeper". Please. I had this man wrapped around my finger...

​

Which is exactly why I am gagged.

Not because I'm annoying in the slightest, but because my words are like the voice of a siren, and if he heard my voice, he knows that he would be under my control. Which is why I'm sat here in this position now! Not that I have been naughty, but because the man is horrified of me.

"Are you hungry, dear?"

No. I am not. Thank you for asking, ass hat. Stop interrupting me. I'm trying to tell everyone here who's truly in charge. I hope you choke on that steak.