I rolled over and saw the clock. 4 am. Instinct saw me put my arms around the woman next to me so I could spoon her. I did just that then immediately recoiled, fearing the repercussions. She was not my girlfriend. She was a mistress who ran an island resort in Australia with the sole purpose of pitting heteroflexible men against one another for a week of sexual activity between her, her friends and each other. I had won the prize as the top pet and it was my first night in her bed. Boundaries were blurred. She was roused
*“Paul, why did you just flinch then?”*
*“Sorry, Mistress. I just didn’t want to step on any toes. It has not been that long since my last relationship and I miss the companionship. Physical intimacy.”*
*“I am not concerned at all, Pet. Rules of the house are, if you are in bed with me, you can treat me like a girlfriend until 9 am. Maybe I need to write it down in the paperwork we give you. You are not the first man to freak out thinking I didn’t want physical intimacy. I do. I get lonely out here sometimes. Besides…your cock is stirring.”*