As I return 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 wasangry.

“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.  She said we had to become co-dependent to play this game right and for you to stay enslaved.”

“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.”

There was so much that I needed to address with what she had just said.  She had in her head a different type of relationship than I had.  I liked her, maybe even loved her a little, but I was not committed to her.  I was driven by my lust and she was beautiful and sexy.  I even recognized that I was desperate for sex and she was desperate to be wanted and ultimately to be loved.  The forces pulling us together were powerful and maybe irresistible.  Much needed to be said.  But, I also have a rule that I do not discuss or negotiate with a drunk person.  It is a waste of time and she was very drunk; it was the second time I had seen her in this condition and I knew she would have no inhibitions. As I stood there trying to figure out my next move, she turned toward me, her legs open, using her full sexual powers to pull me in and not doubting it would work.  I was trying to find words to say “no” as the cage tightened.  A feeling of helplessness came over me as hormones surged through my body.  Beca’s need was obvious in the tone of her voice and how tight the cage had become.