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Devil May Care

... paper, resting on my bedside table, and a small black key on top. Beside it, strangely, was also my bank card. I carefully picked up the note with the key balanced on it, and brought it over onto my chest. I placed the key beside me, and read the note. It read: "Good morning, my little bitch. I didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful after we moved the Earth last night! I was going to just leave you all tied up and helpless, but I decided against it. Consider yourself very lucky! I'll let you have a rest for a short while, but don't sl**p for too long. We have a big day ahead of us, and I want you looking your best. So brush your teeth, relieve yourself, and grab a shower. I'll see you soon. - Zee" I put the note down and laid there for a short while, just thinking about her. She had my head racing as well as my heart. I came to realise my other arm was still handcuffed to the headrest, so I picked up the little black key and unlocked the cuff, freeing me completely from my bed. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and yawned, and then got up to go to the bathroom. On the way to the bathroom, I had a little rub of my pussy with my fingertips, and it still felt a little tender from having cummed so much throughout the night. I felt almost like as if I was on auto-pilot. Everything I was doing was more from muscle memory of my usual routine when I wake up, rather than me being consciously aware of what I was doing. My mind was too busy thinking all about Zee and the deal I had ...

... made with her. I couldn't get my head around the fact that I have made a deal with the devil herself. I went to the bathroom to relieve myself, and then I brushed my teeth. I walked back into my bedroom, and threw on a grey pyjama vest and pink pyjama bottoms. I looked at my bank card on the bedside table, and thought it strange being there. Usually I keep it in my purse, and my purse had been left with my friend the night before. Did she come round really early in the morning to drop it off, I wondered. If so, then where is my purse? Thoughts like that began racing through my mind. I thought it best if I went to an ATM machine nearby and check my balance. So I went downstairs to have a quick bite of buttered toast in the kitchen and a cup of tea, and then I put on some socks and shoes, and my thick wintery coat, and headed out just down the street to check my bank account. It was chilly out, so I rushed over and down the road, stopping at my local branch. I put the card into the machine and tapped in my PIN number. I waited for a few moments, for the prompt to show onscreen, and I then pressed the "check balance" option. My mouth hit the floor. I couldn't believe what my eyes was seeing on the screen. '£66,600.00' I started to panic and fret. There's been a mistake surely. I pinched my eyes shut and rubbed them, unsure if I had read it correctly. '£66,600.00' No. No it can't be. I only had a couple hundred pounds at most saved away. There's been a mistake. An error. I looked to ...