Being dismissed every Sunday evening or early Monday morning sure sucks. It would be nice to be able to wait for Mistress, kneeling behind the door, help her out of the shoes, fetch the paper, massage her feet while she's reclining on the sofa. I'd really love to do that.
So it's back to my 'normal' life. Wednesday i go to the gym with Nicole and when we're showering she sees the scars of the whip on my back and butt. The welts have healed nicely, but now there are several red lines crisscrossing my backside. According to Mistress they will turn pale with time, but they won't ever completely disappear. Oh well, the marks of a slave. Nicole stares at me, wide eyed and curious. I've completely forgotten about them.
„Wow. I see you've been going through some serious sessions, honey.“
„You bet i did. But there were very beautiful moments too.“ I turn around and thrust my pelvis towards her, spreading my legs, to show her the butterfly.
„Cool! That is totally sexy!“ She bends over to take a closer look. At precisely that moment a middle aged lady enters the spa area and looks at us shocked.
„No worries, ma'am, i'm just looking at her beautiful tattoo. It's a butterfly adorning her cunt.“
Giggling we watch her hurrying out again.
Later we have dinner at a restaurant and Nicole tells me about her life as a Domme. I listen, mouth agape and can't help but wonder how it was possible i never knew about it. I mean, she's my best friend since highschool, and i had no clue.
„You never asked and I never told you. To be honest I was afraid you might freak out and wouldn't understand it.“ Yeah, she's probably right about that.
„By the way, if you were my slave I'd have your clit hood pierced and then a bell attached to it. So that you'd be reminded of being my slave with every single step.“
Oh yeah, great. I think i should take care Nicole and Mistress never meet or i'll be in deep trouble.

Then it's finally Saturday and there's more standing at the window naked and shopping in the maid's costume. I'm aware that there are several people watching me at the window, and i'm also aware that every time i stoop to grasp the shopping bags again my butt is in plain view. But it almost doesn't bother me at all, to my surprise. So what if they are looking at me? If that's what Mistress wants, it's fine with me. Not that i actually like it, but pleasing Mistress is much more important than to think about other people. Besides, i think i look good enough not to be ashamed.
Back home we eat and then i kiss her feet. I should do that more often. Maybe i should do it without her asking me. After all, it's very appropriate for me to kiss Mistress' feet and suck her toes. In the bedroom she first whips me and then uses the strapon again. She seems to be a bit distracted, though, in a pensive mood. Something seems to bother her, but she seems reluctant to tell me. I'm told to shower and when i return i find her on the sofa, still distracted. I kneel in fron of her, my head on her lap, softly massaging her feet.
„Is there something you want to talk about, Mistress?“
She doesn't answer at first, just caresses my hair and sighs. „You know, Mistress, i hope, no, i wish i can not only be your slave, but your friend. I would be very honored if you decided to share with me whatever is bothering you.“