All those years aboard ships, or living in hotels with room service, had made her miss the simple task of just basic cleaning. Now some claim what I l...ck in intelligence, I make up for in stupidity, but no one ever said I was a fool. If Zoie found happiness in doing the dishes, vacuuming, laundry, and dusting, who was I to deny her that joy? Hell, I was going to encourage this behavior as long as I could.Today I had a rare day off, no ships were in port, Mac was at a conference, while nothing. Something half seen stood out.There it was. Among the opaque and beige tights, a pair of black spike heels and shapely calves drew my eyes to follow the one pair of seamed, black hose I’d seen all day. So very few women appreciate fine lingerie these days.I followed, making sure she met my Rules of Non-Stalking.Over 18? Check.Ready to drop it if she’s uncomfortable? Check.Remember not to follow her out of the mall? Check. I vowed to treat her as though she were my online Superior, Maitress. Tag, you're it. I plan to return Monday week. Treat everything like it's your show from now on." I grinned.Matt exclaim, "Crap! Sorry, Boss. What are you talking about?" It's simple. I'm going to Birmingham for a week and leaving you in charge. Tracey will help me prepare an email blast to the staff. I'm taking a short vacation."Matt grimaced. "It's simple for you. I'm the one left holding the bag."I grinned. "That's not a nice way to refer to Tracey."Matt said, "I wasn't referring to Tracey.. You put your arms around me and hold me tight, you kiss my forehead before telling me to look at you "are you sure you want this, slut?" i nod my head emphatically and smile at you, "yes Master". "Get in the bath and kneel in the middle, facing the taps" "Yes Master" I kiss you once more, before pulling the shower curtain to one side and climb into the bath, i turn around slowly, looking at you over my shoulder and kneel with my arms across my chest, in the Egyptian position you love so much. I.