The memory of how her words and her venom played you like a finely tuned instrument for her own sexual satisfaction comes crashing in on you. Just the memories of it are enough to get your heart pounding again, paint a blush across your face and an echo of a fucked-out grin on your mouth.

She notices, smiling. “Ah. So that’s where I put the marker for Chartreuse.”

“I wish you could use me like that every night,” you say, and mean it absolutely. “I don’t suppose you could make me recall the gaps between the parts I actually remember?”

Cora shakes her head. “I wish I could. You were so far gone from yourself at times that I doubt you could form memories at all.”

“It’s just as well,” you speculate, “this thrall could find herself lost in blissful reveries too easily. In fact,” you ask, “May I have that coffee now? I, uh, I might need a minute before I’m ready for the next codeword.”

The familiar flavor and the sugar have your mind back in balance eventually, although you might still be wearing a bit of a goofy expression.

“I am ready when you are, Mistress. Or do you need a minute too?”

Cora looks at you guiltily over her own second glass of coffee. “Ah. You always make the stuff look so good. I’ll finish this as we go? Theta, recall codeword Viridian.”