I walk by my apartment on the other side of the street to see if the lights are off before returning.
Yes, they are off and the apartment is dark, Zoe must finally be gone and I can return to my apartment.
It has been terribly hard to stay away, I wanted to return so many times.
Then as I cross the street I see Zoe dashing out of the building. At first I want to call out to her but I know I can’t and I duck back to the other side of the street.
It doesn’t appear she saw me as she heads down the street.
Her punishment is as hard on me as I assume it is on her. I remind myself sometimes punishment can be emotional as well as physical.

Finally when she is gone from sight I cross the street and enter my apartment.
Good lord the apartment is unbelievably clean.
For a slob like myself to live in such a sparkling clean apartment is a treat as well as unusual. She is truly a good slave.

I’m not sure how much longer I can wait to hear her cry as I spank her and mount her with a strapon.
Even more than that I can not wait to have her head between my legs.
These thoughts have gotten me extremely wet. I head to my bedroom closet and find my favorite toy.
As I get into bed I keep thinking “maybe next weekend Zoe…”