A modern day libertine, Ava Saint is a mistress and co-conspirator engaged with a select few adventurous, intelligent men and women. Some come claiming foolishly to be “made to do anything” that she desires, when force is hardly required. Goodness, are they servants? Playthings? Pets?
As of my most recent resurfacing, I’ve acquired an Instrument and a Femme. They are not slaves. The Instrument has that potential (and no doubt, exhibitionist that he is in part, enjoys to hear me say so in this forum), but we’ll see as that evolves. He’s sent me sweetly tortured updates on his recent chastity in New York. With that heat and all, I had to find a way to keep him sharply focused on me a coast away.
Always, there is my one and true bijou — with whom I’ve got such a natural and empathetic relationship that I can meet her in my jeans and a t-shirt and gossip as girls as we work on decorating my San Francisco Salon. Yes, my roots are here. I wasn’t sure when the year began, but that’s for certain now. (Though my calendar is already dangerously full.)
The fair thing to do, from a pedagogical sense, is to let each of these three weigh in on how I’ve classified them. bijou is so mine that I know her mind already. But the other two? I’ll have to assign an open-ended essay.