The mornings of not being woken up by Andy is short lived. Well at least it’s lasted longer than last time. Three days longer to be exact. And it’s another trip to the studio to attempt to finish their album. According to Jinxx, he says Sammi’s going to be there so I have someone to hang with. I get ready in black shorts that have been shortened more by Andy yesterday and my Batman vest top with black knee high converse. It’s hot outside so there really is no need for a jacket. I decide on only applying eyeliner to my lid and a coat of mascara. Since it’s hot out I tend not to wear as much makeup as I might do on any other day. I pick my phone up and snap my bracelet on that Ashley got me ages ago when we first met.
I head downstairs and outside where Andy is having his morning smoke. In the past few days, I’ve noticed it’s increased and not by one or two, by a lot. And he’s also smoking more per day which is very not like him. Something’s bothering him and I know it but the changes are he won’t tell me or deny the increase. His smoking habits have never really bothered me, well it did at first but he’s been cutting down slowly.
“Oh hey. You ready?” Andy finally notices my presence.
“Yup,” I reply as he stomps his cigarette out. I frown this is not his first and it’s only 6:30am. There’s about 3-4 on the ground already been used. “Andy, can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” he locks the door, heading to his Batmoblie which is ready for a clean. And chances are Andy’s going to do it later. He hates a dirty care, especially if it’s his Batmobile.
“Why has your smoking increased?” I finally answer after a moment thinking how to word it. We both step into the car, Andy in the driver’s side as usual and I’m in the passengers.
“It hasn’t.”
Lie!
“Andy it has. You’ve had about 4 this morning and it’s not even 7am,” I tell him.
He sighs, realizing I’ve noticed. It takes him a moment to answer. “It’s the album. It’s stressing me out.”
Lie again. Really Andy, can’t he give it up already? He’s fooling no one. Does he really think he can lie and get away with it to his best friend? I know he is, I know him well to know that and when he is lying he tends to look away.
The traffic is light on the roads making it easy to get to the studio early. He pulls into the space next to Ashley’s car which seems to be the only member who is here. He turns the engine off, and we step out the car.
“You can get going in. I’ll be up in a minute,” Andy informs be, pulling his packet of cigarettes out of his pocket along with the lighter.
“Alright,” I murmur, not going to even bother telling him. I head inside the tall building and to the elevators. Within two seconds of pressing the call button, it pings as the door opens. I step inside the empty elevator and press the floor button. The doors close and it smoothly travels up to the correct floor. It stops at my stop and the doors open. I descend down the hall to the door marked ‘Black Veil Brides’. I open it to find Ashley sitting on the sofa with his songbook.
“Morning. Well hello gorgeous,” he smirks, looking me up and down. I roll my eyes taking a seat next to him. He’s wearing his usual black skinny jeans, cowboy boots with no shirt, like always. I will admit I’ve always had something for him but I’ve kept it between myself. It’s doesn’t take a genius to work out that he’s obviously not interested. We sometimes flirt but its Ashley, he flirts with every chick he comes across, that and I’m not his type.
“Morning,” I murmur. “Where is everyone?”
“Me and CC went partying last night so he’s got a hangover. Jake is on his way and I’ve just text Jinxx,” Ashley explains.
“So haven’t you got a hangover?” I ask, confused.
“I have one alright. CC is just a baby, complaining way too much and acts like he can’t do anything unless he’s had food,” Ashley places his notepad down to the side. “Haven’t you go a milkshake?”
“Nope.”
“Aww why not?” Ashley whines, pouting.
“I didn’t feel like one,” I shrug.
“Well can you get me one please?” Ashley continues pouting and looking extremely adorable. “I’ll love you forever.”
“Fine,” I groan, giving up. Ashley smiles.
“There’s some money, I want a banana milkshake and get yourself something,” he hands me the correct amount of money for two milkshakes since last time he gave me more I spent it all. In all fairness I only did it to annoy him and it worked. “Oh and can you buy me my porn magazine?”
What? No way in hell am I doing that. I don’t care, nothing he can say or do would make me change my mind.
“No way in hell I’m not buying that,” I snap. He’s got to be having a laugh. I will gladly get him a drink but if he wants a porn magazine he can get it himself.
“Please Haven. Please,” he begs.
“I thought you subscribed for it anyway?”
“Not this one,” he mutters.
“The answer is still no and it will always be that.”
Ashley sighs, looking away as in deep thought. What is he thinking now? He digs around in his pocket, and then turns his attention to me. “Oh look at this Haven $20. You can have it if you get me my porn,” he teasingly waves it in front of my face
"Blackmail isn't going to work," I tell him simply, crossing my arms.
"$40," he pulls out another note, adding it to the one waving in front of my face. Wow he's desperate for it. I take the money out of his hands, 40 it is. "Thank you and money for the magazine," he hands me the correct amount.
"You owe me," I growl, shoving all the money into my pocket.
"My house 8!" Ashley shouts as I walk out the studio.
"In your dreams!" I slam the door and head back down the corridor, which I'm sure I've walked down once already. I press the call button and wait for the elevator to come. The door bings open and Andy steps out.
"Whoa Haven, where you going?" Andy asks.
"To buy My Porn his milkshake and magazine," I hiss, setting in and pressing the button.
"Have fun," Andy smirks as the doors close, cutting me off from the world. The elevator glides down and pings, reaching the bottom. I step out and head for the doors.
Twenty minutes later, I arrive back at the studio. I am never getting Ashley is porn magazines again, the shop was busy and I just felt awkward around all the guys in their section getting the magazine. I open the door to the studio where the guys are sat recording or doing whatever they're doing. I walk over to Ashley who is sat on the sofa with his bass. He looks up, our eyes meeting.
"Thanks," he murmurs, taking the milkshake out of the cup stand.
"It's the other one," I tell him. He puts the strawberry milkshake back and gets the other one, which is his banana milkshake.
"Thanks," he takes a sip. "Magazine?"
I hold it out to him. "Last time I'm getting it," I huff, sitting next to him in the empty spot that isn't taken up with papers.
"Have fun?" he smirks. I take my milkshake from the cup holder and toss it in the bin.
"No."
"Your fault for going for the bate," he smirks. I hit his arm. "Ow! I need that to play my bass," he whines, rubbing his arm.
"Pfft that did not hurt."
The door opens a few moments later and Sammi comes in wearing a short sleeve blue top, skinny jeans along with ankle boots. She looks around and notices me, and starts walking over.
"I've been looking for you. Ashley said you'll be at the mall."
"Yeah. Sorry, Ashley wanted me to get him somethings," I shot a glance over to Ashley who only smiles innocently in response.
"Guys can we call a meeting?" Andy grabs everyone's attention. We all look over to him. "Sorry, we've got a lot of work to do. Do you mind leaving us to it?" Andy looks over to me and Sammi.
"Sure. Go ahead, we were just leaving anyway," Sammi picks her jacket up, slinging it over her shoulder. I get up after and follow her out and towards the mall to spend the rest of the day.

A few hours later we're back at home. The whole album is going well and all the guys are proud of what they done. I would of been there but me and Sammi decided to go for a walk around the shops instead. Andy heads into the living room and throws himself on the sofa, flicking the tv on. I walk into the kitchen and grab two cans of Diet Cokes before walking back into the living room. I toss on over to Andy who catches it. I take a seat next to him watching some sort of cooking program.
"I've talked to the guy," Andy murmurs, talking about the guy who wants a BDSM relationship.
"What about?" I ask.
"Going easy on you," he turns to face me. "He said he would so don't worry." I smile.
"Thanks. Are you going to tell me who it is now?"
"Nope," he smiles. I groan in frustration. He is really starting to piss me off. "So what do you want for dinner?"
"Order Chinese," I murmur taking a sip of my Coke.
"We had Chinese two nights ago," Andy complains.
"So? I can't be bothered to cook. But if you want to then go ahead."
"No I'm too tired. Chinese it is," he digs into his pocket, revealing his phone. While he orders the food, I head on upstairs for a quick shower.
Instead of going for a shower, I decide to run a bath full with bubbles. I run the water and leave it to fill up while walking to my bedroom to get a change of clothes. My bathroom doesn't have a bath tub and the only one that does is the main one, and that's the only reason I tend to use this bathroom. I grab a plain white vest top and black shorts to change into afterwards. I quickly grab my book off the side and walk back to the bathroom. I turn the taps off and strip down. The water is warm and relaxing as I step into the tub. I lay down, resting my head on a folded up towel. I grab my book from the side which happens to be Fifty Shades Of Grey. Andy bought it a few days ago and told me to read it since it contains BDSM, but according to Andy it's nothing like what's in the book but it's a start. He says that it's more, more. Whatever that means.
I spend a good half an hour in the bath reading the book before Andy walks in, taking a seat at the edge of the bath tub. Which doesn't bother me, we're friends and have seen each other naked millions of times, some by accident and others not so much.
"We need to go shopping," he tells me.
"When? Now?"
"No. Tomorrow. Your new Master has given me money to spend on clothes and sexy things for you," he smiles. My eyes widen, I've got money to buy clothes?
"What? Why?" It's all I can manage to say.
"Because it's what he does," Andy shrugs like it's nothing.
"How much is it?"
"Not saying."
"Andy I'm not accepting money from a guy I don't even know," I argue.
"That's not true, you do know him. And you are accepting the money," Andy tells me.

I stand around in Victoria's Secret at 10am in the morning. Andy insisted that he gets me up early so we can spend the whole day searching all the shops for clothes for me. Right now we've been in here an hour and Andy's already got a huge pile of things for me to wear, which I would refuse on any other occasion but it looks like I have no choice.
"Are we done yet?" I groan, dragging my feet along the floor.
"Yes," he smiles as he walks to the checkout.
Finally!I wait outside as he finishes paying for the stuff and walks out a few minutes later. I follow him into yet another shop, which the name of is least of my worries. My main worry right now is the outfits Andy is picking up at the other end of the store. Wow he's fast. I hurry over to where he stands looking at some mini skirts that are way, way too short to be called mini skirts. I follow behind wondering who the hell I'm going into this sort of relationship with... It's someone me and Andy both know which narrows it down to mostly all of his friends. This is no help and Andy's being no help either. Whoever the guy is wants to stay quiet.

"Get dressed into this," Andy tosses some of the clothes he brought yesterday onto my bed. I look up, he seems nervous. Why the hell has he got to be nervous about? I'm not the one that's going to be wearing... holy shit I think it's tonight that I'm going to be my Master. All day Andy has been shoving last minute information down my throat, I guess he doesn't want me to make a mistake. Especially with the Master part, according to him if I don't call him that then I will be punished.
"Why?" I mutter.
"Haven please, I need you too," he begs.
"Alright," I sigh. I walk over to examine the clothes more carefully, oh holy hell no. There is no way that I am wearing that, a small white crop top that reveals most of my chest and stomach with a black skirt that is way too short, like the ones Andy was looking at yesterday. The shoes are alright but a little too high for my liking's. I check out the matching lace bra and panties from Victoria's Secret. Why the hell do I have to wear all this? It's seven at night, where the hell am I going. "I'm sorry Andy but I'm not wearing that," I inform him.
"Please Haven you have to," he begs. "Oh and you also need these," he tosses over a pair of fishnet tights are. He is kidding right? I don't know how the hell anyone is suppose to get these one without losing their patience.
"Can you help with the tights then?" I mutter, flinging them back to him. A small smile creeps onto his lips.
"Of course I can. Strip down," he tells me. I obey taking off my sweat pants and panties changing them for the new lace ones. I take a seat on the edge of my bed and watch as Andy gets down onto his knees and guides each leg of the tights onto my newly waxed legs.
Another thing which I had to do today was go to the beauty parlor where I basically had everything done, waxed in every place, my nails were now buffed and polished, along with a hair trip, eyebrows redone, everything. It must of cost him a hell of a lot.
I finish by pulling the rest of my tights up so it comes into line with the rim of my panties. Andy stands up and turns his back while I finish getting ready.
"Alright I'm done... And cold," I mutter adjusting my top. Andy turns around, jaw dropping.
"Wow," he murmurs, his eyes scanning my body. "Your gorgeous."
"I look stupid," I huff.
"No you don't. Let's do your hair and makeup and then we can go," he drags me over to in front of my mirror, pushing me down onto the chair. I watch as he grabs a bag off the side and empties all the products onto the side. Holy shit they're all new and most a high make. Whoever the hell this guy is he sure does put a lot of effort into the looks.
10 minutes later Andy is finished with my hair and makeup. He made it as natural looking as he could but paying more attention to the eyes with the whole different brownish tones for the eye shadow. I didn't know he was this good, even the eyeliner which rims my eyes is perfectly flicked at both sides. He runs the straighteners through my hair a few million times, getting it all perfectly straight, which would be a waste the moment we walk outside.
"Done."
"Finally," I exclaim. I was getting quite bored of looking at my own reflection for what seemed like forever.
"Come on let's go," Andy drags me out of my room and all the way downstairs. He collects a bag and he car keys off the side, without stopping, and heads out the door. "Get in." The car lights flashes and the doors unlock. I walk over in my new heels carefully making my way over. I open the door and slide in from the cold night. I watch as he locks up then walks over to the drivers side and climbs in. He passes the bag over to me and starts the car. What the hell has he given me a bag for?
"Before we go I need you to put this one," Andy holds out a scarf.
"Are you kidding? Why?"
"You're not allowed to see where I'm taking you," he mutters.
"Ok just as you don't ruin my hair or makeup."
"I'll be careful," he chuckles. "Anyway I'll touch it up when we arrive to where I'm taking you." I nod and he places the material around my head. I hold it over my eyes as he ties it up. "Can you see?"
"Only the blackness," I mutter.
"Good," he chuckles and I feel the car beginning to move.
A short car journey later and Andy pulls up. And I still have no idea where the hell we are. I hear the sound of the car door open and Andy unfastening his seatbelt. I feel my door open and my seatbelt being unfastened.
"It's only me," I hear Andy's voice murmur as he picks me up bridal style. I roll my eyes, who else is it going to be at this time. I clutch onto the back a little more as he starts to walk. Where the hell are we going now? I look around me to only see darkness from the scarf. Then suddenly he's carrying me upstairs. Upstairs? What the hell? I'm being dropped off in a house or something like it.
I feel him lower me down onto something soft on my back. A bed maybe? He takes the bag from my grip and tosses it somewhere in the room I'm in.
"Andy," I whimper a little scared. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
"Hey its ok. You're fine," he soothes. "Arms above your head."
I obey and place my arms above my head. He takes each one in turn and wraps something around it. Once each hand is done, I tug on them to find out he's bound me to something. The bed frame?
"Andy please don't leave me," I whimper realizing that he would be leaving. He has no business being around.
"You'll be fine, trust me darling," he mutters kissing my forehead.
"Andy please," I whimper again but this time I get no answer.
"Beautiful," I hear a voice whisper, but not Andy's voice... Then everything went quiet........ Master?