But what a thing to say to some guy that you’re starting up a relationship with.The next day, she must have called and texted me at least a dozen ti...mes before I finally called her back.“What do you want Tina?”“Why did you leave? Why didn’t you return my calls sooner?”“It was what you said last night that stunned me and I thought it was best to get out of there.”“What did I say that bothered you? Would you please refresh my memory?”“You said that you would never have sex with me unless you were. "God, she better hurry up!" I mumble to myself. As if on cue, the doorbell rings and I get off the couch to cross over to the front door and open it with a flourish."Finally! It's about time you got here, you are late and that is unacceptable!" I tell her as I turn to the side, allowing her entrance. She just stands there in sort of a trance, taking in me and what I'm wearing. Or better yet, what little I am; which is a black leather lace-up corset, short leather skirt and shiny black heels.. I wasn't some death-seeking warlock intent on ruling the world or hurting people for ever more demonic power. I just thought the fantasy was intoxicating. Live like a king from the Bronze Age, a harem of women, people bowing down to you like a god when you can stretch out your hand and make your will manifest by letting infernal magic taint your body. I'd tease my older sister about staring into her eyes and making her my slave, and she'd throw a pillow or something at my head. Mom would step. Master will probably call you slut, whore, and cunt too, but he may give you a slave name as well." This was just fine with Vivian... she loved to be talked dirty to and called names like that. It turned her on to be called a slut or whore or cunt. She loved it when her lovers told her she was filthy or that they were going to do this or that to her. Dirty talk always made it seem hotter and naughtier! Vivian was sorry when they pulled into the parking lot of the small, but plush looking hotel.