“If I carry you we’ll get there faster,” I snickered as I mock reached to grab her while she scurried away giggling. I left her at the entrance...to her office building, thanked her, and got a big hug, after which she smiled up at me with her dazzling blue eyes and said “See you Monday.” It was a long weekend made bearable only because I was so jazzed that I fucked my wife three times in two days, unprecedented in the last twenty years, Monday couldn’t come fast enough. Cecil and I had lunch. . yes, M ... Master Bud." Good Slave. Now, sit up straight, drop your arms to your side, and stop trying to hide the parts of my slave's body from me."She froze. Shaking his head in a dramatic show of sadness, he told her "That is another punishment stroke, Slave Kim. Do it now, or I will have to add still another."Virtually shaking with the effort of overcoming her embarrassment, Kim finally complied. He could have added any number of additional strokes, but chose not to."Slave Kim, listen to. He felt like an annoying stranger, or a pest dismissed. He felt wounded and abandoned. He wrote back, in a tone of deep hurt and black depression: ‘It’s been six weeks since I’ve heard from you, and now you hand me this?!? I check my inbox twenty times a day, hoping for a kind word or a bit of contact, and for weeks on end you send me nothing. And now, this? This two-line note that you wouldn’t send a stranger? ‘You know how I feel about you. You are the center of my life and the only person. — Impotent.I was still poor, but had got into an employment, and was living in a small eight-roomed house. I kept one servant only, but was pinched to keep up appearances. None of the outside world could have known how much I was pinched. I went home regularly, sat for hours by myself reading, brooding, fretting, and even crying bitter tears, at the time I take up my narrative.Our servant was named Mary. A tall woman about twenty-one years of age, splendidly built, stout of form, and with.