So here we are Mindu, romping half naked in bed while mistress sulks in the jungle.
Don't you mean in the shower, Master?
You mean you think Mistress is sulking in the shower, Mindu?
Don't you mean that we were romping half naked in the shower?
Are, were, whenever. I mean we're in the car now Mindu. But yes, I was in the shower when I was imagining that you and I were romping half naked on the bed.
But I was in the shower with you, Master.
I know, and I was romping half naked on the bed with you, Mindu.
And pooor Mistress was sulking in the jungle.
Is sulking in the jungle, Mindu.
I know, I know, Master. And we're romping half naked on the bed.
In the car.
On the bed.
In the shower.
In the jungle.
It almost sounds like an Emily Dickinson poem, Master.
Why are you rejecting your thoughts, Master?
I don't know, Mindu. I think it has something to do with Walt Whitman
Walt who?
Thank you, Mindu.
I mean, wasn't he a prophet in the Bible or something, Master?
And weren't you are supposed to have majored in American Lit at the University of Pluto, Mindu, when you weren't majoring in Micturition and Magic?
That's why it's hopeless to send me back to the University of Pluto, Master. There's no way of knowing what I'll end up majoring in.
Knowing you, Mindu, you'll probably end up getting your Ph.D. in romping on the bed half naked.
Imagine that, Master.
I am, Mindu.
Everything that happens is unforeseen. It's just that some things smell better than others.
It's so obvious to me that I am superfluous. But don't try to tell that to my kids.
You have to heat your utensil.
I know, Mindu. Do you think I'll ever regain my ability to smoke your ass?
Even if you don't Master I'll still love you. I could give you a hot blow job.
Oh, my word, Mindu, how about if you just give me a nice cool dick licking and jack me off?
I would love to, Master.
Do you think Mistress is peeking through the keyhole, Master?
People don't have keyholes these days, Mindu.
Slurp. Lick. Buwah. Tongue bat.
Like they used to in the old days.
Tongue bat. Tickle. Slurp. Lick.
Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhhhh.
But she might be anyway, Master.
Lick. Lick. Suck.
We don't want your demon dong to get too hot while you're recuperating from being hanged, do we, Master?
That's true.
So I'll be extra careful.
Whip. Whap. Tongue bat. Finger bat.
But that's a very profound question, Mindu. I wonder what Mistress is doing?
Do you think she went back to stay at her parents' house in the jungle?
I mean, she spat at me, Mindu. She was pretty durn angry.
We've been through this in the shower, Master.
(Giving his dick a good jacking off.)
My days are numbered. Now that Mistress has spat at you. First she sends you away to your Fifth Chakra where you end up getting hanged, and now that you're back she wants to send me off to the University of Pluto.
I'm toast. That's obvious.
Speaking of toast, Mindu, do you think you could make me a bacon sandwich?
(Mindu runs off to the kitchen in her pink thong. In what seems like only moments she's back again, breathless.)
Bacon's on, toast is in the toaster oven.
Ummmm. I can smell it.
That's what you were saying earlier, Master. Some things smell better than others.
Mindu crouches low over Jim on the bed and starts giving his dick a tit massage.
Bing!
There's the timer. I've got to go turn the bacon.
(Mindu jumps up and runs out of the room in her pink thong. In what seems like only moments she's back again, breathless.)
The toast is buttered. The bacon's almost done.
You're a marvel, Mindu. The idea of sending you off to the University of Pluto --
(Mindu gives master's prong a long spiraling lick from base to tip, and Jim's semen fountains forth.)
Gulp. Swallow. Lick.
Gulp. Swallow. Lick.
I think the bacon's burning.
Omigod! Master!
(Mindu runs out of the room in her pink thong and returns in what seems like only moments breathless with master's bacon sandwich. Mindu still has cum on her lips.)
God knows where I'm ever going to find another spirit slave like you, Mindu. I don't think your Mistress understands how badly she's going to miss her bacon sandwiches.
(Offering Mindu a bite of the bacon grease mixed with cum as she licks her lips.)
Maybe she won't ever come back.
She was pretty darn pissed off.
Maybe you'll have to go find her, Master, in the jungle.