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lasted very long.

The two M/s relationships I’ve had in the club didn’t last long either. Neither of them gave me what I needed. And they sure as fuck didn’t need me. They wanted the relationship as a way to give up control, but not because they needed to; they just didn’t want responsibility. They didn’t want the other aspects of being a Slave. Neither lasted more than a few weeks. I want someone who needs me. I’m desperate for it.

I know what I want from my partner is fucked up. I want her devotion, and her only desire to be to please me. I want more than I deserve, but I’ll provide every want, every wish, every need. In exchange for her worshiping obedience, I'll give her the same in return.

I don’t want a safe word, I don’t want negotiation and compromise. I demand complete submission, and nothing less.

It’s fucked up, but I want it. And I’m tired of waiting.

It’s Lucian’s fault. Him wanting a Submissive and buying one on the spot is what’s fueling this need. I know it is. I’m pissed. I’m jealous. It was so fucking easy for him.

I’ll never have that.

What I crave is too rare. Too depraved to be so easily found and taken.

I don’t know why, and I don’t give a fuck. But I’m ready and tired of waiting.

Chapter 4

Katia

I hum a Katy Perry song playing through my radio speakers as I pull into my designated parking spot of Pine Brook Apartments, my spirits high. Today was an awesome day, and it was something I desperately needed after a week of night terrors.

An older couple who were leaving for vacation boarded their Miniature Schnoodle, Mr. Higgins, for the week. He has to be the most adorable dog I’ve ever seen with his tiny, bearded face. He looks like an old man and my heart just melted whenever I laid eyes on him. The day got even better when three eager high school kids, bless their hearts, dropped in to volunteer. I had a blast working with the kids, and they absolutely fell in love with Mr. Higgins and his puppy dog antics. It was so cute to watch. It’s not uncommon for kids to volunteer. I have a program set up with a local school, but it makes it that much better when the kids obviously enjoy themselves.

Since the kids had so much fun I’m hoping they’ll go tell all their friends about the dog shelter so more of them will come play with the pups. That’s all I ask them to do. Just give the dogs some attention.

I love each and every one of the dogs, but there’s not enough time in the day for me to give all of them the attention they deserve. That’s not to say I and my other four employees don’t do enough for them, but these dogs deserve more than what we can give.

Stretching as I go, I climb out of the car and make my way to my apartment. I wince as I make it to the paved walkway that leads to the stairs, a sharp pain spiking up my back. I’m totally sore from hauling bags of dog food.

I take the stairs slowly, feeling the strain of the day on my muscles. I don’t mind it, though. It feels good to just feel; even if it is because I’m sore. It lets me know I’ve had a productive day. Even if all I did was lift dog food all day, it makes me happy. Helping the dogs gives my life special meaning.

I take in a deep breath, still clinging to that happy feeling, but at the same time I feel a sadness trying to creep in. A sadness that is trying to remind me of what my life could be. I hate it.

I reach the door of my apartment and try to push that unwelcome feeling away, taking out my keys. I’m about to unlock the door when I look up to see the mailman coming my way with a small box in his hand, along with an electronic signature pad in the other.

I furrow my brow as he approaches, wondering what’s in the box. I’m absolutely certain that I haven’t ordered anything in the past few days.

“Miss Herrington?” he asks me, stopping right in front of me and giving me a friendly smile. He’s an energetic young man, with blond hair and bushy eyebrows.

“Yes?” I say, flashing a friendly smile back.

He hands me the