“She Left?” That is curious!
Doesn’t she understand a slave is to serve her mistress and not the other way around.

Walking out is the same as quitting. I hope she hasn’t broken our relationship. The only way I would take her back now is if she crawled through my door begging me to take her back.
I am tempted to call her but I can’t that would confuse her role and mine.

“Well” I say to myself there are other slaves out there waiting for a mistress as I dress for an evening of prowling the bars for a new slave.

As I walk out the door I look at the slip of paper with her number and shed a tear. I loved my Zoe and I will miss her.