I am angry. I had a pleasant day of mild training planned for Zoe but she was late.
I know I can’t hurt her more this weekend or I’ll never see her again. DAMN!
I put the waist belt on her again and lock her wrists behind her this time. I think she enjoys the belt as she seems to be eager to put it on.

I lead her to the window and have her face out so that anyone can see her. I place ankle cuffs on her. I don’t want her to have any thoughts of moving. I wish the window sill was lower. It only goes to the top of her mound. Oh well anyone that spots her will still have a nice show.

I tell her she will stand there for a long time because of her disobedience. I had planned to place a crotch rope on her and go out to brunch. So much for my plans. I am mad at her but I know I just can not hurt her any more this weekend.

Zoe is instructed to tell me if anyone sees her. I hope she draws several admirers.
I ask her questions about herself. I had hoped to learn about her over brunch but I guess we will have have to chat while she stands at the window.
I know her boyfriend cheated on her and that is all I want to know about him.
I ask her what she does for a living.
Does she live alone or does she have a roommate?
Why did she come home with me that first evening?
Is she bisexual?
Does she enjoy eating my pussy?
Does she believe I still view her as a sextoy?
What are her limits?
I see her bottom is severely bruised. Did she enjoy that? Would she want me to do that to her again someday?
Has she been to breakfast?

Does she have any questions for me? I think to myself that if she asks the correct questions I will reward her with a day out and another session with the strapon.