Not Fit For Human Interaction
•Mel's POV•

  I honestly couldn't tell you how long I laid out half asleep on the couch in The Medieval Room by myself. Waiting for my conscious to come back from subspace, and remind my body how to move. At least grant me the pleasure of focusing on the here and now.

  After blacking out somewhere after he turned the dial up to level 8. My mind checked-out of my body and floated away. Leaving no return soon sign behind in its rush to flee. Until finally things started to return to normal.

  When my eyes could focus the first thing I noticed was the dimmed lights all around the room. Master, or Dean, must have removed the blindfold from my tear riddled face before leaving. Taking a second look around the room just to be absolutely sure I'm alone. I notice the clock hanging on the wall wincing as I read the time. 11:27 pm. Way past the time I should have left the club for the night.

  With my brain working slightly faster now the rest of my body started to wake up as well. All sorts of feelings bombarding me at once. Overloading my system making it hard to process them all at once. I couldn't distinguish what my body was feeling, or what was from my emotions just yet.

  I sit up on the couch letting the blanket around my shoulders fall to my lap. Uncovering my naked, swollen, abused breast to the cold air of the club. All the blood rushes to my head once it's vertical making black spot appear behind my eyes. I squeeze my eye closed tightly leaning back into the couch for a moment. Letting the feeling of vertigo pass.

  After the feeling is gone I move the blanket off of my lap, and place it in a ball at the end of the couch. I slide my legs over the edge gently letting the tingling limbs gradually receive blood. Before placing them flat on the floor, and standing up. Fortunately for me, this time the black spots stayed away.

  Once I'm up I do a quick check of over my body. Now that my brain is completely clear I go through a mental check. Then looking down at the outside of my body. Surprised to actually see I'm shaking all over.

  My chest and abdomen have varying shades of all different size red marks covering my skin. My breast were by far the worst off. My areola and nipples so swollen they are pulsing along to the rapid beating of my heart.

  My arms still feel like jelly as they hang at my sides. My wrist are red and irritated from pulling against the iron shackles. The muscles in my upper arms and shoulders cramping from being over stretched. That had to be from me twisting and turning desperately trying to free myself from the stock.

  My legs, on the other hand, didn't even feel strong enough now to keep me standing. Let alone even thinking about taking a step. I could tell it just wouldn't be long before I fell flat on my face where I was standing.

  But, no matter how much my body hurt. Each pain paled in comparison to the mess Dean left between my legs and deep in my core. Electric shocks still coming sporadically to my clit and along my folds. My neglected cunt contracting very hard in a  rhythmic dance begging to be filled.

  The only part of my body that seems to have any sense though, is my overworked womb. Waving the white flag in mercy. Taking on a mind of its own ready to give anything to not be forced to cum again. Threatening to never go through another orgasm again, which seems a little harsh to me.

  I shove all my aches and pains into a tiny box in the back of my mind. Metaphorically throwing away the key as I look back up at the clock. Noticing it's now less than fifteen minutes before midnight.

  I move my eyes back around the room searching for my top to the Genie costume. Thankfully both it and my shoes were in a neat pile on top of the toy cabinet. Which is only a few steps away from the couch. That I hold on to the back of in a death grip as I shuffle over to.

  I tie the strings of my top back into place. Then sway from side to side loosing my balance as I put my shoes on. Getting dressed as quick as possible. Doing my best impression of the grandma shuffle as I leave the room, and back down the hallway.

  Each step I take going down the stairs getting called a more unique cuss word than the one before. My exhausted body almost giving out as I walk into The Glory Hole with just after five minutes to spare.

  Going through the door leading to the back hallway, and using the wall to help hold me up. Sliding along then coming to a stop outside of Sherry's office door. Hugging the front of my body to her doorframe. I lightly knock on her inside wall giving her a tired smile.

  "Hey! What are you still doing here?" Sherry asks shocked to see me.

  I wave her question off trying to make her believe it's not such a big deal. "I kinda fell asleep before closing, and didn't hear when the music stopped. I just need to grab my things from my locker real fast. Mind if I go out the back instead of having to go all the way back upstairs?"

  "Sure. I was just getting ready to leave myself. Tonight is your lucky night, because I drove my car here. How about I give you a lift home? That way you won't have to wait outside for a cab." She says putting away the papers she was working on in a pile on her desk.

  I give her a grateful smile. "Really? If your sure you don't mind that would be a lifesaver. I'll be back in just a moment, then we can go."

  I straighten up from my leaning position before walking away from her door. Trying my best to make it seem like I'm walking normal toward the locker room. Putting my cardigan on first and grabbing my clutch as I close my locker.

  It didn't even take me the full time. Meeting Sherry beside the back entrance door to the club with two minutes to spare. She opened the door waving me through first. Locking the heavy metal door behind her then meeting me at the top of the outside stairs.

  We start walking side by side through the dimly light parking lot. There was only two vehicles close to the club. Sherry directing us to the one parked under the lone working street light out here. Opening the passenger door once the alarm beeps. Getting comfortable in my seat before giving her my address.

  The first part of the drive was quiet. After twenty minutes Sherry finally cracks under the silence. "I'm sorry Mel. I know we're not that close, and it's certainly not my place to ask, but is everything ok?"

  Her question has me squirming around nervously in my seat. I pull my cardigan tighter around my body. Hugging my arms around my chest almost like a shield before answering. "Fine. Why do you ask?"

  Sherry snorts in disbelief. "Other than the fact you haven't been acting like your usual self the past few months? You have huge bags under your eyes that seem to get bigger every time I see you. Now you're falling asleep in the club. Which is something you have never done. I know what happened with Master B. Is that what's still got you down?"

  No way am I having that conversation after everything else that's gone on tonight. I turn my head the the side facing the window. Watching all the people and buildings pass by. "Nope. Just been dealing with some stress at work."

  Sherry doesn't say anything else for the rest of the ride. Catching her reflection in my window showing her scrunched up thinking face. Obviously knowing my answer wasn't all, but not knowing me well enough to call me on my bullshit.

  Pulling up to the curb outside of my apartment about ten minutes later, and stopping. I went to open my door as soon as the car came to a stop, but Sherry held onto my arm stopping me. Making me turn to look at her questioningly.

  "I just have one last thing. Fuck not being close friends. If you ever need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to call me. I've always liked you Mel, and absolutely hate seeing you like this."

  Well if her small guilt trip didn't make me feel like shit now. I've always liked Sherry as well. She reminds me of a slightly older, more bossier version of myself. And here I am being shitty to her. When she has always made it a point to be nice and talk to me since I started working at the club.

  "I know, thanks Sherry. I'll see you next month."

  Sherry let my arm go as she leans back into the driver seat. "Goodnight Chick."

  I step out onto the sidewalk then turn back around and shut the door. Giving her one last awkward smile and wave goodbye. Going up the step to my door once she drives away.
Opening the door and walking in as I slide the key back into my clutch. Leaving it and my shoes my the table in the entrance.

  Not even bothering to turn any lights on as I make my way across the apartment and down the hall. Slamming my door behind me and falling into bed. Restless slumber claiming me instantly.

  I stay closed off in my room under my covers for the rest of the weekend. Only dragging myself from my comfortable hiding place for good Monday morning to get ready for work. Taking my time in the shower since I wasn't trying to rush around avoiding Abbie. Since she spent the weekend at Drakes. But, I wouldn't have such luck for the rest of the week.

  As it just so happens, I lost my ability to hide at work that morning also. During our weekly staff meeting my boos assigned me to a case I would be working closely with a few other people on.

  I tried my best giving, them my all that first week, just to remain cordial while we worked together. Except my attitude just seems to get worse as each day passes. For God's sake I even made the sweetest woman in the entire office, Modesty Perkins, cry after dealing with my shitty remarks for two weeks!

  I left the office every night with my reserve for dealing with people full. I started avoiding going back to Abbie or the apartment at all cost. Instead, either spending my nights at The New York City Public Library, walking the streets window shopping, or sitting at some dive bar. Drinking myself into a stupor. Returning home close to midnight every night.

  It's not like I was worried about missing out on any beauty sleep staying out this late, that's for damn sure! My original problem with Duke seeming like child's play after The Halloween Party and Dean.

  Both men becoming a staple in my nightly fantasies. Every dream I had starting out with just one of them at first. Then the other would join in about halfway through. Ravishing my body so throughly I wake up each morning sexually frustrated and unfulfilled. Adding fuel to my sour mood, and my temper on a hair-tight trigger.

  Three weeks to the day of the party. I was sitting in my living room on my couch at the apartment alone. Abbie was staying the weekend with Drake, so I had my first interaction with others free weekend. Until later that night when I got a text from Sherry.

  Hey Mel. You have another special request for The Thanksgiving Feast from Master X. Do you accept? If so, I have instructions to give you (a letter) before then. So I will need to send it over ASAP!

  I stare at my phone for awhile. Rereading each word of her message several times. Until it's a constant loop playing inside my head. Struggling between my heart, and common sense for the answer. Utterly feeling defeated when I chose.

  I send my answer back to Sherry quickly. Before dropping my phone into my lap, and burying myself inside the cushions on the couch. My phone chiming back seconds later with her reply.

  That's My Girl!! I already knew you would agree, and had the courier pick up the letter for you about an hour ago. They should be arriving at your apartment any minute now. See you next weekend!

  I read the message then pressed the single button on the side of my phone cutting off the screen. Sliding the phone onto the coffee table in front of me. Then laying sideways along the couch waiting. The knock coming exactly seven minutes later.

  I shuffled my feet taking my time on the way to the door. Genuinely surprised when I opened it and there was the same the douchebag delivery guy from before. The only upside of it being him. He already knew the delivery was for me, so it kept the talking between us to a bare minimum.

  He handed me a thicker quality, medium sized, white envelope before turning and walking away. I did the same. Turning back around and closing the door. Holding the envelope in front of me with one hand. While tracing the perfectly blocky, neat letters of my name written across the front as I walk back to the couch.

  Assuming the hand writing must me Dean's. I flop back down in my spot burrowing myself back into the fluffy cushions. Gently opening the card, sliding a folded piece of paper from inside, and reading it.

  'My Exotic Genie,
       It's time for part two of my first wish. I cordially invite you to be my guest for The Thanksgiving Feast at my private party inside The Shibari Room. Present yourself then, and wait for me. You have a strict dress code of your black silk blindfold only. I'm eagerly counting down the exact day, hour, minute, and second until then. I wonder if you are just as desperate as me to see each other again?
     Until then My Goddess,
        Dean'

  Desperate? Yeah, that's DEFINITELY a word to describe how I'm feeling right now!

  I fold the stationary back in half, and slid it back into the envelope. Getting up walking down the hall to my room, and closing the door. Standing the card up on my bedside table with my name clear to see.

  I didn't care that it was still early in the evening. I called it a night. Taking all of my clothes off except for my panties, and adding a thin black tank top. I snuggled under my covers closing my eyes. A small giddy smile playing across my face as I fall asleep.

  My subconscious immediately turning my every thought and wish about what was going to happen, into a glorious full length movie masterpiece! I mean FUCK!  Really outdoing itself! Hands down the best one yet!
 

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So? How was it?!? I know this chapter is just a filler, and the shortest one so far! (Plus no cliffhanger this time! 😂)
It does introduce us to half of the awesome couple in Book 4!
Ms Modesty Perkins!
Also one little announcement before I go. The next two chapters are the ones you've all been waiting for!
Your first look at exactly how both Masters intend to Share!!
I'm planning on posting them back to back, so I may wait a few days longer than usual to post them. 😈😈
As always don't forget to vote, comment, and let me hear how mean I'm being by holding out! 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Callie

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