In my dingy apartment, my good mood evaporates into a feeling of let-down. Why? I've had a wonderful evening, have been wined and dined, had s*x that left me wanting to scrape the top of my head off the ceiling. Why do I suddenly feel blue? The food, so delicious, sits heavily inside me.
In my bed, I admit to myself that I'm lonely for him. I would like to be curled up in his bed with his arms around me as I drift off to sleep.
But that is not the deal we have. This is not a relationship. I am not his girlfriend or even a f**k buddy. I am an employee, simply one with some very good terms written into the agreement we made. I will have all the good things in life, including the training and education I need, to one day be rich and independent in my own right. For that, I service my Master
