keys (2/13/23)
We were smoking at the back of the parking lot in my car when my Handler and I got into a playful fight over the keys. We both had a good grip on them, laughing at the struggle between us. He knew I wasn’t going to let go. He looked up to me and said, “Be a doll and drop those keys.”
My smile quickly faded and my eyes fluttered as I released the keys and lowered my arms without a single thought, letting my consciousness float in the air for a moment. Silent and still as porcelain.
“Well, now I can’t go out there.” He said, gesturing to his hard cock, obviously poking up from under a pair of grey sweatpants.
“Good doll.”









