I walked up to the bar and waited for the bartender.   

ZAP!

I feel the small wave of electricity flow throw me as my body jumps. My muscles tighten and I let out a quiet “mmmmfh”

She’s on the other side of the room. I can’t even see her from the bar yet still she holds the remote to the electronic device she fitted me with.

ZAP!

I try my best to cover up my involuntary reactions but it’s very hard.

ZAP

I get her drink and my beer and start walking back to our table where we’re surrounded by a few friends. I hope she doesn’t push the remote while I’m walking back to the table, forcing me to spill our drinks.

ZAP

No such luck.   

Thankfully I make it back to the table and she greets me with an evil smile. That smile that makes me melt, whimper and ache for her, a look in her eyes that says “mine”.

We sit and talk for a while then she hands the remote control to the friend who smiles, says she’s not sure if she wants to know where the electricity is going and pushes the button.

ZAP!

All night I’m constantly on edge, anticipating another jolt. She can read my body language and wether she knows it or not she waits until I’ve relaxed until she presses the remote control again.

ZAP!

She lets out a little laugh every time. Not the kind of laugh she has when she’s releasing some of her sadistic desires, it’s the laugh she has when she’s enjoying a new toy or when she’s playing a game.

By the time we get home some of my muscles are a bit achy from being forced to contract. She lets me out of it and shortly after we’re lying naked in bed.

I feel a different kind of electricity as we drift off to sleep.

A conversation with my friend Troy Orleans about dating, doing dishes, the secret to getting her interested, play parties and a whole lot more.

Plus I take the begging for donations to a whole new level.

Oh and there’s an extra surprise appearance by my friend Darla Kincaid.

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It’s my birthday

She’s cooking for me and trying to open the goat cheese.

I walk closer to help her and she says “Fuck, I hate these easy-open packages.

First I start laughing then she starts laughing…then she kicks me in the junk.

I fall to the ground laughing and yelping in pain at the same time.

“What did you do that for?” I asked still wincing and laughing.

“Because I felt like it”, she smiled.

“Damn that hurt” I giggled.

She, still laughing at what she said and just did puts her foot in front of my lips and say “good, now kiss my foot”.

I kiss.

She was perfect for me and I for her. Or so I thought.

Everything had been going great.

We have similar tastes in movies, music, our outlook on the world.

The sex is great. She owns me and I serve her.

We click on so many levels.

We found a place together, were in the process of packing up boxes when last night…..something changed.

I guess you never see it coming when it does, it’s one of those things that couples never talk about. But I fear we may have come upon something in our relationship that could draw up a barrier between us. Something I’m ashamed of and something that has haunted me my entire life.

I don’t like candy corn.

Oh when she learned about it she seemed to be fine with it. She acted as though it wasn’t a big deal. But I could see. I could really see what she couldn’t hide.

Any dreams she had of us shopping for candy corn by the pound, enjoying a romantic night in bed eating candy corn and wine, or eating candy corn out of crystal glasses in Paris, all of those dreams were gone now.

I know what you’re thinking. Why didn’t I tell her from the start?

Well, frankly I had hoped the issue wouldn’t come up. All thorughout halloween I had made up excuses every time she brought it up.

“Want some candy corn?”

Not tonight I have a headache.

“Lets go buy some candy corn”

I can’t I have a…thing.

But last night I just couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t keep living a lie. I had to tell her.

She hasn’t mentioned it since but I know it will come up again. I just hope she can look past it. I hope we can work though this.

If not, I may just need to do it. I may need to break that hard limit. For her. Yes. For her.

After all, she is my owner and I am her slave. If that means eating candy corn then…so be it.

For her I will.

God help me I will.