Ms Simone opened the door to me in jeans and a big jumper. getting me through the door, She threw Her arms round me and kissed me - no more than a peck, really - on the cheek.
this surprised me.
"I've boiled the kettle for you," She told me. "speeded up the coffee-making process. aren't I just the kindest Mistress?"
we spent the evening chatting as i tidied up around Her. She explained that She had an "unavoidable family situation" and would have to pack me off home first thing in the morning. but that sunday's shopping trip was still on.
She retired just after eleven and i lay in the dark. tutu was nowhere to be seen. i jotted down a few notes for this entry and dozed, surrounded by dream-fragments.
i got up at seven and started readying Her breakfast. She joined me just after eight, which surprised me. i'd been expecting to serve Her breakfast in bed, but no. She had to be out of the house by ten.
so we had breakfast like a conventional couple, chatting about our respective jobs, about the new i-phone, about "the scheme". except only one of us was actually at the table.
i ate mine - kneeling at Her feet - from a bowl on the floor.
when we'd finished, i did the dishes and tidied up a little around Her kitchen.
i saw Her to the car and She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, leaning against it. i was home, in front of my computer, just over an hour later.
there were a few messages on the Female Supremacy group; a couple of serious questions, a couple of obvious fantasists. which is about par for the course, really.
i had an e-mail from harold, quite chatty. he'd been tied up with some renovation work for his Mistress and apologised for the delay in getting back to me about "now you are Hers".
my phone made that weird noise it does when two texts arrive at once and right enough - elaine and tam.
both vying for my attention. i put on a pot of coffee and made myself comfortable, unused to having saturdays to myself any longer.
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