I wake up at about 5.45 every morning. I was never a morning person, but I have 2 jobs in order to give myself extra cash towards holidays and such.
I roll out of bed and curse the fact that it is still dark outside, what I would give to have them extra 2 hours in bed!
I am a hard worker. I do everything possible to make myself happy and get what I want.
I would love to be a 'kept woman' but that isn't always possible. So for now, Ill make my own money and be satisfied that the things I buy is all down to me and no one else.
I enjoy my journey to work everyday. It is too early for the mad school rush and kids yelling and causing havoc on the back seats, everyone is quiet, thoughtful...or maybe I am the only thoughtful one and everyone else is still asleep.
I like watching the sky get lighter and the activities of a morning street. Street lights switching off, cleaners in their little sweeping machines trying their best to make the grotty city look brighter and less damaged, people huddling themselves into duffel coats to keep themselves warm.
I like to imagine my bitch, taking me to my first job, which is only a 2 hour cleaning shift. I sit with my feet up on the desk whilst he cleans around me. I take all the cash and he is happy doing it for me too. Giving him a peck on the cheek and a ball twist before he drives off home to build me more kinky furniture, do the household chores and anything else my imagination springs out.
Later in the day, at my 2nd job he arrives early to pick me up. He smokes in the truck till I finish work and as I walk towards him a big grin appears on both our faces. I jump in beside him and give him another peck.
We chat on our way home about what he has done today and I evaluate whether it is sufficient or not. He opens the front door and nods towards me to enter first. I stand in the small hallway and he immediately drops to his knees and begins to untie my warm boots.
To the right of the front door is a small hook where his collar hangs. Before he has finished with the boots, I put his collar on. He stands and takes my bag and my jacket before I head into the living room. He then deals with himself, taking off his boots and jacket and silently crosses the room to the kitchen. Without a word spoken he makes his way back and kneels before me with a hot cup of coffee in his hands. I take it and he puts on the TV and hands me the remote.
He crawls back and on all fours, positions himself parallel with the sofa. I lean back and use my lovely little footstool, sipping my coffee and relaxing before the dinner he has carefully and precisely made for me.
What i wouldn't give to have that afternoon....that day....that life.
I roll out of bed and curse the fact that it is still dark outside, what I would give to have them extra 2 hours in bed!
I am a hard worker. I do everything possible to make myself happy and get what I want.
I would love to be a 'kept woman' but that isn't always possible. So for now, Ill make my own money and be satisfied that the things I buy is all down to me and no one else.
I enjoy my journey to work everyday. It is too early for the mad school rush and kids yelling and causing havoc on the back seats, everyone is quiet, thoughtful...or maybe I am the only thoughtful one and everyone else is still asleep.
I like watching the sky get lighter and the activities of a morning street. Street lights switching off, cleaners in their little sweeping machines trying their best to make the grotty city look brighter and less damaged, people huddling themselves into duffel coats to keep themselves warm.
I like to imagine my bitch, taking me to my first job, which is only a 2 hour cleaning shift. I sit with my feet up on the desk whilst he cleans around me. I take all the cash and he is happy doing it for me too. Giving him a peck on the cheek and a ball twist before he drives off home to build me more kinky furniture, do the household chores and anything else my imagination springs out.
Later in the day, at my 2nd job he arrives early to pick me up. He smokes in the truck till I finish work and as I walk towards him a big grin appears on both our faces. I jump in beside him and give him another peck.
We chat on our way home about what he has done today and I evaluate whether it is sufficient or not. He opens the front door and nods towards me to enter first. I stand in the small hallway and he immediately drops to his knees and begins to untie my warm boots.
To the right of the front door is a small hook where his collar hangs. Before he has finished with the boots, I put his collar on. He stands and takes my bag and my jacket before I head into the living room. He then deals with himself, taking off his boots and jacket and silently crosses the room to the kitchen. Without a word spoken he makes his way back and kneels before me with a hot cup of coffee in his hands. I take it and he puts on the TV and hands me the remote.
He crawls back and on all fours, positions himself parallel with the sofa. I lean back and use my lovely little footstool, sipping my coffee and relaxing before the dinner he has carefully and precisely made for me.
What i wouldn't give to have that afternoon....that day....that life.
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