“My Zoe, my property, my possession” I think over and over. Have I possibly taken on too
large a role? What will I do with her? What will her responsibilities be?

She returns with her suitcases. I am delighted to see her return. I hadn’t explained to
her that she will have more freedom as my property. She can leave me at anytime but if
she does she will never be forgiven or allowed to return. Her life will be like that of a cat;
while she is in my apartment her only task will be to please me. But like a cat she may escape whenever she wishes only never to return.

While she was gone I decide she will live in the second bedroom. I wonder if I am treating
her too well. The bedroom is comfortably appointed, it also has its own bathroom. I suspect this room is possibly nicer than her apartment.
I inform her this is her room and instruct her to put the items from her suitcases where she wishes.
“You will stay in this room when I do not want to be bothered by you or when I am on a trip for business.
You will only enter my bedroom when I want you or when you are cleaning.”

The list of her duties as my property are lengthy. I spend several hours explaining to her what she must do.
Her number one duty is to meet me at the door every evening when I return. She is to be
properly dressed in a manner that pleases me.
I expect her to do whatever is necessary to relieve me of my stress from the day.

One of my commands scares her. I tell her one day I will grow tired of her or will decide to
pursue other dreams in my life. If I meet Mr. Right I will get rid of her.
“You are my property and I take excellent care of my belongings. I expect you to attend college during the
hours I am not at home. As my property I will be responsible for all your expenses.”
I tell her there are several times that I feel intellectually superior to her. I expect her to
join in conversations with me that stimulate me. She does an excellent job of stimulating
my body but she must stimulate my mind as well.
I remind her that one day I will get rid of her and I feel responsible that she be prepared
to survive in the world.

“Put on your nicest lingerie and come to my bedroom for a spanking.” Her body actually
trembles in fear. “Relax my Zoe, I was teasing you. You have experienced enough pain for this weekend.
My mind is busy with thoughts of you. I want my body to take control of me
so that my mind may rest.
Before you prepare dinner I expect you to make me cum several times.”

In between orgasms I keep thinking about next weekend’s party. Do I want to subject
her to the pain and humiliation that slaves suffer at these parties?
I think yes I do as I want to show off my newest possession…