” I walked over to the couch and saw my room on the tv and then said “ What are you watching?” She then took the remote and turned the TV off an...d said” Oh nothing really at all.” I then said “ do you mind if I see what’s on TV?.She then said I better go get dressed, but I told her to wait. So she sat back down with pillows still covering her 2 areas.I then flicked on the TV as she buried her head in her hands as if she just got ultimately embarrassed. I pressed play on the remote for what. -“Really?, you have answered quickly”, she was not sure about my answer. “Inexperienced boy, Do you know about bdsm or femdom?”-“Yes, I have read some lines in one book”-“Hahaha, you read from a book. You know nothing. I'm a dominant women, a mistress. Do you know what it means?”I felt intimidated because I read about whipping and other weird things but I was curious about it.-“No, I don't know. I'm a little frightened but I want to try it. Would you give me the opportunity to try it and, if I. She walked silently down the many stairs until her feet touched the cold marble of the foyer. Her hand found the round brass doorknob, she tried turning it but it wouldn't turn. Her face wore a frustrated look now but just then her hand found the bolted lock and she unfastened it. She heard the heavy click of it open. She flung open the heavy oak door and walked out into the cool early morning. There was low- lying fog in the air.Her feet led her down the cobblestone walk and then onto the wet. “Show yourself, asshole!” he shouts.“Very well,” the creature says, stepping from around the corner.“I know you,” Spencer says, recognizing the broken horn jutting from the side of his head.“You should, you’re the one that did this,” the monster says, rubbing the half-protrusion. “My name is Mactacious, a name that will be whispered on your lips as your dying breath.”“I don’t think so, asshole,” Spencer spats. “You’re nothing but shit sticking to my boots. And another thing,” the man climbs to.