the right cross ... "Like you have a choice."

i was driving my Mistress the other day back to Her lair. unbeknownst to me She had taken one of my bandannas and wrapped Her fist tightly. then abruptly and without provocation She launched two lightning quick jabs and a powerful right cross and smacked me hard in the face. it stunned me and i lurched and swerved a bit outside of my driving lane.

"why did Y/you do that for Mistress?" i queried rubbing my reddened cheek.

my Mistress had a playful glint in Her eyes. "Because I want to ... and I can." i looked at Her questioningly and said< "i'm not sure if i like that while i'm driving."

narrowing Her eyes She stared at me, laughed and said< "oh yeah, like you have a choice?" for the first time, i realized what those words truly signified for me. i shuddered. She was right, i didn't have a choice. more and more, i was being absorbed and used ... a plaything for Her sadistic pursuits, delights and pleasures. and yet, i have never felt more of a purpose in my life, than i do so now.

"Now shut-up and drive". i watched as She stretched and yawned. I'm going to catch a little bit of sleep before W/we arrive home. Drive safe pet, or i'll beat your ass."