A single life is saturated with dozens of other lives, secret
lives, old lives, fantasy lives, dream lives, the lives we
could have chosen, the lives we hated living, and the
lives we choose. Corey’s journey took him from son to
husband to father, from sub to slave to master, in an
endlessly dimensional spiral into self-knowledge.
When Corey saw his wife’s name on his phone, he excitedly answered. He needed to talk to her, to tell her what he had learned today.
“Hello, darling!” he boomed into the phone. “I was hoping I’d hear from you.”
“Hey, baby, just checking in with you to see how it went,” Jax said.
“Good, good,” he said, as he changed into his street clothes, hopping around on one bare foot and then crawling under the bed to locate his missing loafer.
“No issues, no problems?”
“No, not really. Well, right at the end, she told me she loved me,” he admitted. “I don’t know how to feel about that.”
Jax laughed. “Yeah, that happens. Don’t worry about it. Think of it as sex talk, Corey. It’s what she needed to say as part of the catharsis.”
“She had a whole lot of catharsis,” he said. “Like so much. Catharsis! So many orgasms I lost track.”
“That means you’re very good at your job! Congrats. This Master thing is working out for you. I knew it would. Did you
like her?”
“I did! She was very sweet and easy. Not much of a...