YES! She is on time. I was not sure she would return.
I am giddy from my two days with Jon. I let him sodomize me several times, a mistake, but the discomfort is wonderful!

I am so happy to see Zoe, I feared she would not return. She starts to strip in anticipation of my placing the belt on her. “STOP!” I tell her. We are going shop-PING!
Once in the cab I explain to her that I pay $2700 a month rent on my apartment. I earn a large salary, it is not her business how much, but I earn a large salary and I love to spend it extravagantly. She seemed so concerned about my spending in the past that I want to make her understand my wild shopping sprees.

We head for the Pottery Barn. I guess that is where we would find kitchen thingies and she seems so knowledgeable in such things, she is so domestic I would love to make her my wife, silly.

We spend over an hour there finding things for the kitchen. She says there are still some things she is missing so we must go to Macy’s… groan. I hate shopping for domestic items.
Finally we return home and deposit all of our treasures. I tell her I am famished to which she responds it will take some time to be ready to prepare a lunch.
Forget It! I tell her. There is a deli on the corner that will provide us with everything we need for lunch and I drag her reluctantly from my apartment.

FINALLY I am satisfied, no longer hungry. I debate fucking my slave as an after lunch treat but decide otherwise. She is so excited about her new toys that I decide to let her play with them.

“You will need to serve me” I inform her. I let her play with her toys until five.” Enough” I tell her. I have fetched restraints from my room. I order her to strip and I bind her knees and ankles together. Then I place her on her knees and hands and place a collar around her. I cuff her wrists together and secure the leash from the collar to her wrists.
“Be quiet and still” I tell her. I have had enough of her playing in the kitchen.
I recline into my favorite chair and enjoy a glass of wine while I read my book. I will think about releasing her in an hour or so. I just want my peace and quiet now.

I am curious; what can she prepare for dinner?
What shall I do with her tonight? I am in the mood for going bar-hopping. Should I take her with me or send her home?

Enough questions I delve into my book while Zoe remains in a pony position before me.