As I returned Saturday evening after being gone about five hours I found Beca sitting on the couch nude watching tv.  Empty wine coolers, shot glasses and a mixed drink glass provided evidence of how well she had dealt with being alone.  She was mixing vodka, rum, tequila and coke into a 12 ounce glass with ice when I walked in.  Her motions were already impaired and she was angry.

“Where have you been, I needed you.  Ally is gone for the night and I expected you here.  Do you know how hard it has been not to do it with myself. Ally made me promise when she let me be your main Chastity Mistress that I would get all my sex from you, my chastity slave.  If I failed, she would know and I would be cut off.  I don’t know how she knows, but she knows, believe me. She said we had to become co-dependent to play this game right and for you to stay enslaved. Expecting me to go 10 or 12 hours without sex is totally unreasonable.  You can’t understand how hard it is to have all this sex and then just be cutoff.  It makes me insane and it is just unkind for you to treat me this way.”

“You can’t do it with me three or four times a day and then leave me here cold turkey.  I needed you and I know that you need me unless you have found someone else.  Look at me, you have made me get drunk.  I don’t deserve this.  We have an agreement to take care of each other.  Every day since that day at the coffee pot we have the hots for each other.  We need each other.   Please, as I sip this drink, I want you on your knees being my chastity slave.  I don’t want you to leave me like this ever again. Your needs have made me like this; my needs reflect your needs and I can not be expected to endure this insanity, it is just too much. You are used to not getting off, I am not.  So don’t go complaining about your two months without a release; you are the slave after all.  I want you to take care of me, now.”