The Night I Let Him Follow Me

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The Night I Let Him Follow Me

I didn’t promise him anything.

No reward. No touch. Not even a smile.

I told him to meet Me at the corner of 6th and King, wearing all black, holding a coffee cup with a note inside:
“I am Hers. I am nothing without Her.”

He obeyed.

He watched Me walk into the restaurant first—heels clicking, head high. I didn’t look back.
When I finally allowed him to sit near Me, I made him cut My steak and sit with his hands in his lap while I ate slowly.

He asked, “Can I say something, Madame?”

I tilted My head and said, “You just did. That’s two extra minutes of silence.”

He sat there red-faced. Breathing shallow. Hard.
So easy to control. So easy to enjoy.

After dinner, I handed him My shopping bags and said, “Let’s see if your spine can handle weight and restraint.”

He followed Me through the city with a handful of receipts and praise in his eyes.

When I let him kiss the toe of My heel outside the car, he whispered:
“Thank you for letting Me exist near You.”

I got in, shut the door, and left him standing there.

No goodnight.
No promise.
Just the scent of power he’ll never forget.

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Wow no words just wow

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3 hours ago, midland10899 said:

Wow no words just wow

He still goons to this day