lives only to please me. The best slaves understand
that only through the happiness of their Mistress can
they achieve happiness. The limo pulls up at exactly
10 a.m. on Wednesday. M. opens the door for me; he
knows that I prefer this. I wear white leather jeans
stitched impossibly tight over the perfect globes of
my behind. On My feet are 5-inch spiked-heel, silver
leather, Vivienne Westwood open toed sandals. M.
kisses My hand and hands Me roses as I get
of the limo twinkles with small lights that glitter
off the crystal decanter and glasses. "Hello, dear
Goddess," he says as he hands Me a small blue box from
Tiffany & Co. Inside is an elegant gold ankle
bracelet with a single diamond. I allow him to fasten
the piece around My slim white ankle. He finishes with
a soft kiss on each of My pedicured toes.
world buzzes with activity as we slip through traffic
towards Fifty-Seventh Street like a large predatory
cat through the jungle...