Quik Fic, no title, tame
I clicked on the "Submit" button and my order for a
video copy of the film "Hurricane", also known as
"Forbidden Paradise", went on through to Amazon.com's
ordering system.

"Yes! YESSSSSSSSSS! Dayton Ka’ne mine at LAST--in a
manner of speaking."

I waited for Lotor to pop his head in--anytime I
mention the name of a male he doesn't know, he has
even more of a jealousy fit than he does when I
mention the name of a man he DOES know.

But he didn't.

Puzzled, I went looking for him.

I found him in the Lounge reading my copy of Bertrice
Small's "The Love Slave", a wonderful book about a
young woman that is SUPPOSED to become an nun but
becomes a love slave to a caliph instead BUT she and
the Slave Master that trained her fell in love during
the training process ha ha and—

"Am I a GOOD HaremMaster?" he asked without looking up
at me from his lounging position on a couch.

I raised an eyebrow. "Of COURSE you are--I for one
wouldn't be here if you WEREN'T, even though I love
you to death."

He smiled faintly. "Ahhhh, for you love isn't enough,
there has to be the delicious element of discipline as
well."

I nodded. "See? And you have the nerve to be WORRIED."

His smile broadened. "Have you begun the preparations
for the Halloween Party?"

I winced. "Yes. But it's hard for me. You know I don't
really believe in it. You know how I was raised."

He nodded. "I know. THAT training goes deep. I wish I
could convince you that you would have more fun if you
would just let go."

"Are you going to put that book down anytime soon?"

He looked at me. "Why, do YOU want to read it, or do
you want my attention?"

I didn't answer with words. I beckoned to him and
continued to do so as I walked out of the room,
knowing he'd follow.

********

Hours later he carried sleeping me to my bed, gently
lay me upon it, and kissed my forehead.

He covered my slightly bruised, well-worked body with
the light cotton bedsheets.

"I AM a good HaremMaster. Thank you for reassuring me,
my Princess."

Confident now, he strode out of my chambers into the
Lounge, picked up the book, and threw it away.

I wouldn't LIKE him doing that, he knew. But he was a
good HaremMaster and would either earn my forgiveness
or buy me an entire new set of related books.


this was kinda fun
nitey nite
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