It’s taken me a few days to write this post, I apologise. Between family visits, housework and more critical blog work (affiliate links), writing this diary post from Friday wasn’t my priority. 

I have written about Friday on the Lovehoney Forum already, so I know at least some of my audience will have had a cheeky little taste of what happened. I can’t be too explicit on there though, and I can’t write erotica either. So here is my space to lay it out in full. 

Friday night and after work, Master Levi and I were chatting in the bedroom, like usual. It’s kind of a thing we do most nights: lie on the bed, chill and chat for twenty minutes before we exercise the dog.

I’m pottering around before I join Master, and perchance he mentions something about the porn series, Fake Taxi. It makes my eyebrow go up. 

I was never a big watcher of the Fake Taxi/Hospital/Trucker etc franchises, but I did watch one or two videos, and so I do at least know enough about them to know exactly what they are. 

Which is why I was so surprised to learn that my “good boy” husband also used to watch them. Didn’t he tell me he was a good boy? 

“I mean, not that I know anything about Fake Taxi, or anything” he says. He pulls the grey faux mink blanket over his head to hide his rosy cheeks, and I laugh. 

“So what do you know then… hmm? I tease. “You must know something.”

“What do you know?” he asks, flipping the blanket back down and staring at me. Ahh. Touché. Never saw that one coming. 

“Never heard of them” I lie. 

“I think it’s awful!” I continue, “pretending to be a taxi to pick up poor, unsuspecting women.”

I wonder if my own acting here could see me an Oscar, though I’m unconvinced. I throw in some feigned despair for added dramatic effect. 

I peek at Master Levi, who is grinning widely at me. 

“You’re a shit liar, you know that?” he says. 

Oof. Two for two. No mercy. 

“I may be vaguely familiar” I eventually concede. He grins and pulls me to him. 

“Yeah?” he presses. I blush. 

“It’s awful but… I used to have a big thing for kidnap scenes years ago, so kind of in a way it played into that. You know, consensual non-consent.” 

Master shakes his head at me and it takes all of my strength to hide my arousal. He knows. Of course he knows. 

“Wanted to pay your fare with something other than your money, didn’t you?” he continues, “you slut.” 

Master knows “slut” is a word I sometimes object to. Done right, I can be quite receptive, but get it wrong, and I can be quite reactive. It’s a “hedge your bets” situation. 

“Not wanted to, exactly” I explain, “more… say I’d lost my wallet, or something?” I cringe again and the sadist laughs at my shame. 

“I think you could get quite a ride for quite a ride” he says. I glare at him, he smiles back, completely unapologetic. Oh, he’s loving this. 

I remember something and shake my head. He catches my chin and lifts my gaze to meet his. 

“Tell me,” he whispers.

“It’s terrible but… you know that scene in Big Bang Theory, when Raj asks the girl about not being able to pay her rent?”. Master nods. 

“That scene turned me on in ways I am not at all proud of” I admit. 

“You like not being in control, don’t you?” Master asks. I cock my head at him. 

“You just noticed?” 

“Shush!” he laughs, kisses me and rolls with my wrists above my head. He pins me and I bite my lip and moan deeply. 

“Thought so” he mutters, more confident. I squirm beneath him – I love his Dominant side! 

We did have sex, rough and with little love between us. Master makes me feel like one of the Fake Taxi girls and, in this at least, I can even lean into his sordid little fantasy. 

It doesn’t last long, but it leaves us both thoroughly satisfied. 

I realise after that it’s supposed to be date night. The thought entertains me.

“I suppose it won’t be Netflix and chill now,” I mutter into the crook of his shoulder, “just… chill.” Master laughs. 

“You want more?” he asks. I shake my head quickly.

“I’m good” I say. 

Saturday evening, I had an abundance of reward points on the Obedience BDSM habit tracker app. I gathered that I should probably actually buy a reward with them. 

So I flicked through my options, but ultimately decided on a flogging session with Master Levi. For 30 points.

It takes Master’s phone a minute to register the purchase, though he eventually looks over his father’s shoulder – who is happily playing with his own phone – and meets my slight smile with his own. 

A thousand words were said in that moment, yet neither of us need say anything.