Who: Mike & Open What: Mike is tired, and wanting to punish his master. When: Week 15; Saturday, evening. Where: A diner. Rating: Low
Mike had left to go shopping, and had every intention of doing so. He was trying to make up for the mistake that was impossible to make up for. It had been Christmas, and it was suppose to be a happy day. It hadn't been. Restless and angry, his Master had used him as an outlet. As a fuck doll for his pleasure, which had been Mike's first experience being used - willingly - but gaining little pleasure in it. The first time Mike had actually entered him and had sex with him. It should have been grand.
Then at the end the not good experience became horrible as the mate mark had been discovered. In their palms was the mark of mating, and Mike was heartbroken in so many ways. He never would have dared believe himself worthy enough to be Harvey's mate. Never. But to be banished from his bed, and reduced to a housekeeping slave mostly ignored.
A week of it, of the rapport they had built being suddenly gone...
Yes, Mike had left to go shopping, but found himself entering a diner and taking a booth. Ordering tea and toast. It was all he could bring himself to eat lately. He took off his coat and only one of the fingerless gloves he wore, the other staying on to hide the mark. He wouldn't let it be seen and shame his Master for having mated to someone as lowly as he was.
And he sat there, nibbling on the toast, drinking the tea, staring absently at the table with a look of sadness and exhaustion on his face. He let the smiles and happiness he faked for Harvey drop away. Just a little bit, he'd sit there... except a little bit became close to an hour.