Overview

So, after the wildest and craziest night of my life, I'd agreed to spend the rest of the weekend with Celia Miller, who now insisted that I only refer to her as Mistress. It was a dream come true, living out my filthiest fantasies with the beautiful red head. There was still the matter of my best friend, Angel, though. Ms. Miller was now our mistress and Angel didn't have a clue that I was even in the picture. What's more, that wasn't even the real problem. What had our mistress so displeased was that Angel had spilled all of her secrets to me. Our mistress had decided we were double the trouble and she was right.