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bleakly into the cup as though the answer might be there. It wasn’t. In the end she simply shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know what to say,” Renee confessed. She felt tired and listless. She had spent the night alone in bed, tossing and turning, while sleep had completely escaped her. Now she was in a dark defeated mood. “It’s not working out between me and Stefan.”
    Tink didn’t look surprised. She knew all too well what a strain the past six months had been on Stefan and Renee. In a way she felt guilty, for it was a time in her own life when she had never felt happier.
    Tink took a careful sip of her coffee and set the cup down on the table. “So you talked to him?”
    Renee nodded. “Last night. When he came home.” She sighed once more. “It didn’t go well.”
    Tink nodded, and then her manner became direct and brisk. “Did you tell him you wanted him to be your Master again? Did you tell him you wanted to go back to being his submissive?”
    Renee nodded. Tink frowned.
    “Did you get him in your mouth?”
    Renee looked at Tink, her expression bemused and bewildered. She laughed awkwardly and felt a flush of embarrassment at the young woman’s forthright question.
    Tink shrugged matter-of-factly. “There’s not a man in the world who can resist a woman who knows how to use her mouth,” Tink explained.
    Renee laughed again. Tink might have been young, but she was a woman, and she had learned the weaknesses of men at a young age. It was probably the only way she had survived at the hands of her brutal Master before Stefan and Renee had freed her from the man.
    “Yes…” Renee said slowly. “I got him in my mouth, Tink. Sort of…” she shifted on her chair, disconcerted.
    Tink frowned. “So he’s not willing to be your Master again?”
    Renee shook her head in a dejected gesture. “He doesn’t think we need BDSM in our lives. He doesn’t see the spark of what we have is being extinguished. He doesn’t even seem to hear me when I explain it to him. It’s like he’s scared or something. Either scared of hurting me, or scared of letting go.” She shrugged again. “Maybe getting married wasn’t the best idea for us,” Renee said finally. “Maybe Stefan and I would have been happier if we had stayed as Master and submissive – and never changed the dynamic of the relationship we had.”
    Tink shook her head. “I don’t believe that, Renee” she said softly. “A piece of paper doesn’t change the dynamic of your relationship. It’s the people within the relationship that change.” Then she smiled abruptly. “But that means they can change back, too Renee. So don’t give up hope, and don’t stop trying. You and Stefan are such good people, and after all you have endured, you both deserve every happiness. You just need to keep fighting for it. Stefan’s stubborn and old-fashioned… but he’s not stupid. He will come to realize. He will…”
    Renee smiled, but it was a lopsided, tired little thing that barely reached the corners of her mouth. “I hope so, Tink. Because I don’t think I can keep doing all the fighting to save this relationship for much longer.”
    Tink finished her coffee and raised her eyebrows suddenly. “Why don’t we all go to a BDSM club?” she suggested. “There’s one in Bishop’s Bridge that Master Peter and I go to often called ‘Heaven’s Gate’ . It would be the perfect way to open Stefan’s eyes and remind him of the energy that is part of the lifestyle – and remind him of everything he is missing, and denying you.”
    Renee thought about that. She had heard of ‘Heaven’s Gate’ , and she had seen the black timber door in Weaver Street. She nodded thoughtfully, her mind playing forward and trying to imagine Stefan’s reaction if she made the suggestion. “I’ll ask him,” she said at last, “when the time is right.”
    Tink nodded. She got up from the table and went to the kitchen counter to re-fill her cup. Renee followed