When I pull up to Nas’s house, I watch the clock on my dash switch from seven fifty-nine, to eight o’clock, and the gate in front of me squeals as it slides open just like Nas said it would. I pull in and park in the driveway in front of the garage and make my way inside the unlocked front door to find an empty house in front of me. Most of the lights are off except the ones creating a path past the dining room and into the kitchen where the steps leading to the basement await. The house is so quiet that my footsteps sound like cannons exploding as I take the lighted path and reach the top of the stairs. On my way down I start to feel nervous, but it’s nervousness mixed with excitement and arousal by what I know is to come.

What exactly will it be tonight? The question is a good one and it stays with me as I walk past the bookshelves in the entryway and find the doors to the Kingdom wide open. I step inside and let my eyes scan over the room, looking at all of the magical furniture Nas has strategically scattered throughout the space. There are so many options at his disposal, I don't know where he’ll start first. Will it be the Saint Andrew’s Cross tonight? Will he chain me to one of the columns with a gag in my mouth? Maybe he’ll tie me to the bed and use the straps beneath the mattress to hold me in place while he has his way with me. Will he use a paddle or riding crop? The possibilities are endless, and by the time I get my clothes off, I’m fucking giddy. I certainly haven't healed from our last session, but I don't care. I’m ready for Nas to break open any scabs I have and make the wounds fresh again.