you don't want this. you wanna go home. you want to wake up.
you close your eyes hard, but when you open them, master is still there.
"why?!?" you ask.
"why what?"
"why do i have to suffer this! i din't ask for it! when i heard 'pleasure island,' i was thinking milk-and-honey land!"
master laughs. "you will like soon enough. now, we shall sleep. but first--"
and then he kisses you. it's a passionate kiss. you feel your lips melting together, his tongue wrestling with yours. he takes your face in his hands, tenderly holding it to his face. the kiss lasts a long time, at least five whole minutes. halfwy through, you realize something. you like it. you want him, you want him to keep doing it. your faces might as well be glued together. can he really be this gentle?
you don't finish your thought, because as soon as the thought and the kiss ends, you're asleep on his chest.