Zoe appears promptly at ten in the morning. Good I was afraid she forgot her training. I am wearing my floor length terry cloth robe again with nothing underneath. I follow her into the second bedroom while she is getting dressed in her maid’s uniform.
Once again I stop her when she is completely naked and call her to me where I open my robe and wrap it around us.
She is so warm next to my skin. I am tempted to order her to my bed but my apartment needs cleaning.
I am feeling a bit mischievous so I order Zoe to remain naked while I place the leather locking belt around her waist. Then I lock both of her wrists to her sides and order her to go stand in front of the window facing the alley-way again.
“Let me know if anyone spots you” I order her. Soon she says the same group of four young men are looking at her and waving. She says one is holding up a sign. I walk over to see what it says but am unable to make it out.
While I am trying to read the sign I notice there are actually several men in several windows leering at Zoe.
One of the older men has his cock in his hand and is masturbating while watching her!

Enough! My apartment needs cleaning. I call Zoe back to the bedroom and release her from the belt. She puts on her maid’s uniform and starts to clean my apartment while I enjoy my book.
After two hours it appears she is done. She asks for permission to remove her uniform, I of course tell her no. I have other plans in mind.
She and I put on our coats and prepare to go shopping. Zoe’s coat barely covers her bottom and it definitely does not cover her garter and nylons. She looks like a French maid who is barelyyyy covered.

We head out the door and go to the grocer’s. There are several items I need. Of course Zoe must carry the packages.
Once we are finished at the grocer’s we head to the deli. She is heavily loaded down with packages and occasionally must lean over to regrasp them. Everyone is getting a splendid view of her bottom.

I notice the mother’s of some young children are getting upset. I can understand so I finish up our shopping and load Zoe down with all the packages then we head home to my apartment.

Finally back at the apartment I am famished. I order Zoe to prepare a lunch from the delights I purchased at the deli. While she is preparing lunch I open a bottle of wine and fetch the leather waist belt.
I order her to remove her clothing and once again I lock her in the belt with her wrists locked to her sides.
“Hop onto your stool” I order her and delightfully I proceed to feed her lunch. I remember how much I enjoyed sharing wine with her previously so I sip a mouthful of wine and lean forward to spill it into Zoe’s mouth.
She remembers well and swallows the wine spilling only one drop.
We share our lunch this way; I feed Zoe and she eagerly swallows and occasionally we share a mouthful of wine.
This is heaven!

But she must be taught she is still a slave.
I order her off the stool and command her to kiss my feet while I think.
Eventually I have her rise and lead her into my bedroom.
My mind is out of new ideas so I revert to old proven methods. I stretch her spread eagle on her belly on the bed. Then I whip her, not only her bottom but her back as well, until her body is crimson.
Then I release just one of her ankles so that she has some room to move, just enough room for her to raise her hips while I mount her with the strapon.

I must come up with new ideas if I wish to keep my slave excited. I still think about commanding her to move into my apartment.
Perhaps if I can be more creative I will order her to share my apartment.

In the meantime there is still the master/slave party coming up in two weeks. I think maybe we should go so that I may come up with new ideas how to treat my Zoe.

It can be a brutal, but exciting party. I need to think if I am willing to subject her to such pain and humiliation again, maybe I am…