Chapter 46

Every meal plated at Indiscreet served two, so the Master could order for both him and his sub without worry. Separate plates were provided for subs only at their Master’s request.

Cisco leaned over and ran his hand through his Greg’s hair, whispering, “You’re right, I wouldn’t have liked purple sheers. White sheers that draw back with the push of a button sound beautiful. They will let the light in and we can close them for privacy. You take good care of me, baby.”