I am surprised and giddy at the same time. It is ten o’clock and she is here right on schedule. It is clear she is willing to take serve.
I open the door and tell her she can not enter until she explains the meaning of my name. She knows and yet she is here! How much will she bear before she bolts again?
I am just out of the shower and I have a busy Saturday planned. I instruct Zoe to remove all of her clothes. I am pleasantly surprised to see she has shaved. Perhaps I should reward her for that.

I instruct her to slide on a pair of hot-pink thigh highs I have for her. At first I thought about buying her powder white hose. They definitely would have gone with her smooth tan legs better than the hot-pink, but I want to remind her she is my slave and will do as I please.
She slides on the hose and then steps into a pair of red heels I have for her. I guessed correctly about the size. I must have noticed more about her the other night than I realized.
I then wrap a fur lined leather restraining belt around her waist. I put on a padlock in the back. She is not going to remove the belt without my permission. The belt has restraining rings all around the waist. I cuff her left wrist and lock it to the belt. I leave approximately six inches of play in the cuff as she will need it for what I have planned. Damn! I notice she is as tall as me when she is in her heels and I am in slippers. I go to my room and put on a pair of hose and heels. I do not want her to feel she is over me in any manner.
I explain to her that the weekend is my time to relax. I further explain I hate to clean my apartment. She is to clean my apartment while I enjoy my coffee and do my shopping.
I further explain she is a servant and I do not want her disturbing me. She is not to talk unless I speak to her first.

Zoe has a bewildered look on her face. I think she expected other punishment.
I grab a cup of coffee and the morning paper and curl up on the divan while Zoe clumsily looks around the apartment deciding what she should do.
She and I both realize she can not bolt out of the door again. There is no way she can get her dress over her binds. So she eventually begins to clean.
After I have finished my coffee and paper it is time to do my shopping.
I tell Zoe I will be back in a few hours and I expect the apartment to be clean when I return.

After three hours I return and place all of my packages on the table. I call Zoe over to me. I cuff her other wrist to the belt and order her to sit down on one of the stools next to the kitchen counter. With both hands cuffed she is having a difficult time but she finally manages to pull herself onto the stool.
It is lunchtime, I pull my purchases out of one of the bags. I have purchased wine and meats and cheese and small breads for our lunch. She smiles and I tell her it is okay to speak now.
As I turn to the cupboard to get plates I notice the windows have been cleaned! Granted my apartment does not face the street but it does face the back of the building next door. Did she give some of my neighbors a peep-show?
I unwrap our goodies and open the wine. When I toss the trash into the can I noticed it has been emptied! The trash chute is down the hallway half the distance to the elevator. Did she walk naked and bound down the hallway to throw away the trash? Did anyone see her?

As I get over my ponderings I place two plates and two glasses before us. I pretend to be the perfect hostess and serve lunch to us both. She asks how is she going to eat with her wrists bound? With a soft look in my eyes (I have to stop having gentle emotions for Zoe, she is my slave not my lover) I place meat and cheese on a small slice of bread and feed it to her. She has no hesitation accepting the food. In between bites we talk of things. She starts to explain about her boyfriend but I stop her. He is a fool and I want to hear anything of him, so we talk about other trivial things.

After several of the small sandwiches I ask if she is thirsty “yes” she replies. I attempt to give her a drink of her wine but it is difficult to do and some wine dribbles down her chin and breast. I grab a linen and dab up the wine. This is too pleasant!
We continue to eat and chat and continue to spill wine down her front.
Enough I decide as the wine spills down her front again. I bend over and with my tongue I catch the spilt wine. Slowly I trace the path of wine up her breast and follow her chin until my tongue is finally at her lips. She opens her mouth and gently lets my tongue slide into her mouth. This happens two more times until I decide I am tired of this game.

The next time she spills the wine I follow it down to her navel where I tickle her with my tongue. This time instead of following the path of wine up to her mouth I slide my tongue downwards. I have been noticing her bald mound all morning and now it is time to go explore it.
I pull her hips forward on the stool which causes her to panic. Her hands are bound and she is sitting on a small stool. She is afraid of falling to the ground. But she does manage to regain her balance. I spread her legs apart and slide my face down to her wet lips. Her pussy tastes as delicious as her mouth. I dive my tongue deeply into her. Then I find her clit and begin to suckle and bite it. This seems to be too much for her as she begins to moan and scream. I HAVE to stop this! She is my slave and not my lover!

I help her off the stool and lead her to my bedroom. I need to remind her and myself that she is a slave. I have something planned that will clear up any misconceptions about our relationship.