I made my way to our bedroom to find that you had left a note on the bed, attached to a big brown box. The note read, "wear this, and meet me at 3245 ...ellington Road, apartment 401." I didn't recognize the address but had an idea of where Wellington road was.I showered, making sure to shave everything, moisturized, and then opened the box to find the black thong you had chosen for me, a pair of classic black high-heels and a beige trench coat. With a small smile, I slipped into the thong and. "You know my name. You're learning your place." Yes, Mistress," I repeated."Now pick up your panties and put them on. Time is getting short, slave. If I have to delay this because of your tardiness, I'll take my displeasure out on your bare rear end. You wouldn't like that, would you, slave?" No, ma'am," I agreed. "I wouldn't like that." 'No, ma'am, ' was sufficient, Sara." Yes, ma'am," I agreed. I wondered if her occasional use of my name was an oversight, or planned. I mustn't allow myself to. Anita took me to her farm. There was still work to be done, animals to be attended to - she couldn’t stay away for any length of time without there being repercussions. With Martin locked up, it was safe for her to go back home and do the chores that needed to be done. Julie tagged along, because she missed the animals too. Not being a farmer myself, I felt a bit helpless because I didn’t know what to do, so I ended up just following Anita around like a lost puppy as she moved around the sheds. She was slim and tall, unzipping her coat to reveal the latest tight fitting walking fleece that stressed a nice pair of medium breasts. She wore baggy waterproof trousers that hid her full shape down to her walking boots.“Hi, I’m Roxanne. I booked in for this evening, but with this weather is a bit too much, so I took a shortcut thinking I could take shelter for the day.”She dropped her rucksack off her one shoulder as Tom smiled and walked over to help her with her rucksack, lifting it down.