I can only guess that she still doesn’t understand that she owns my heart. I don’t want to say I love her but everything she does affects me as I have never been affected before.

“Climb next to me” I command her. I want to feel her soft warm body. It is late and I am tired, I want her warm soft body against mine.

The next morning we awake feeling oh so refreshed. I have noticed she pretends to be domestic yet she does not want to be treated as a domestic. Too Bad! I want coffee and pastries. I instruct her that I have a shoe box full of money in one of the kitchen cabinets. It is the same cabinet in which you will find several pairs of my shoes.

“Grab whatever money you need and go to the corner deli and fetch us breakfast treats” I command her. “And fetch their fresh Columbian mix” I want a good cup of coffee to go with my breakfast.
She seems to hesitate. Does she not understand that her primary duty is to serve her mistress?

While she is gone I call Jon. He will be coming for a long weekend next week. I will have Zoe join us. I tell Jon I have a nice surprise waiting for him. Little does he know he will have two women servicing his every desire.

Finally she displays her domestic side. Breakfast and coffee is wonderful. After we are done I invite her to kneel beside me while I read the New York Times. She quickly obliges as if she were a puppy eager to gain her mistresses approval.

I think how nice next weekend will be and how delighted Jon will be having two women to serve him.
Yes as I pat Zoe’s head I think how wonderful next weekend will be…