Taking control of Charlotte when I’m not with her….

Phenomenal sushi – and Charlotte’s ankles tied in the air. Two fabulous meals!

Charlotte lifts her dress for me, and I manage to be… disappointed?!?

The closest you’ll ever come to seeing Charlotte’s face.

Charlotte wants to come. She forgets that she – in the current configuration – comes for ME.

Like a moth, I fly toward, rather than away from, a whole host of flames: the flame of jealousy, the flame of rejection, the flame of abandonment, the flame of disappointment. Here’s a little vignette: Charlotte and I have been…

Recalibrating with Charlotte

In which I fail to protect my charge.

These were some private instructions I gave Charlotte for a night of fun she had.

How I get Charlotte off.