What a fool I thought as I turned onto the landing, what a bloody fool I was, of course she wanted me, but it would be wrong, totally wrong for her to ever acknowledge her desire. She is a Mistress in need of a slave, and I am her slave; I smiled as I entered her room for the second time that day. I turned to my left. There, between her bed and the large built in double door wardrobe was the place she had instructed me, her slave, to stand. I stepped up to the wall, let my latex covered nose lightly brush against the wallpaper and waited. How long I was left standing there like that I do not know, but I did obey her; I stood still and waited, with my ears pricked for the slightest sound of foot-falls on creaky stair-boards. Silenced, immobile and obedient, that was I, my Mistresses dedicat
