Page 90 of Waiting Game

Me: Turn of phrase. Though I’d pay to see you in head-to-toe leather. Oh, man, we unlocked a new kink I didn’t know I had!

KillerCatQueen7: We can live that fantasy out now, seeing as I got a PO Box for you.

She sends me a photo of her address.

Me: Thank you

Me: I’m honored

Me: To be able to buy stuff

Me: For you

Me: :P

KillerCatQueen7: The pleasure’s all mine. Lol

KillerCatQueen7: Are you having a good day?

Me: It’s okay. I’m tired.

KillerCatQueen7: I know how you feel.

Me: You eaten?

KillerCatQueen7: You’re obsessed with my stomach.

Me: It’s a sexy stomach. I love your tattoos. Did I ever tell you that?

KillerCatQueen7: Yes. After I told you why one of my inked cats wears a Phantom ‘Erik’ mask.

Me: That’s not on your stomach though.

KillerCatQueen7: Nope. Ten points if you remember where…

Me: ONLY TEN?

Me: Criminal

Me: It’s on your sit spot.

Me: Maybe you’re the masochist in this relationship.

KillerCatQueen7: Very likely lol.

Me: How is the pussy patrol?

KillerCatQueen7: Driving me crazy. They won’t eat the wet food I bought them.

Me: You have bougie cats.

KillerCatQueen7: I do. I almost have a heart attack every time I pick it up from the vet.

Me: Is that lunatic one still jumping out of the shadows to scare you?

KillerCatQueen7: Curtis? Yes. He’s such an asshole.

When my cell buzzes and Gracie’s name flashes on the Caller ID, the guilt that hits me is worse than being whipped by Mia in full Domme getup.

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