Only two weeks till I return for a week to my hometown of Houston.

People in this town have no respect for your time. Today, I had not only my own sessions not show, but not the slightest bit of decency and courtesy as to call and cancel their pre-paid 6 hour dungeon rental. And because of this one of my sessions couldn’t be booked.

Enough of that rant…if I complained every time I have this happened in New Orleans I would have no time to get things done.

Anyways, with my impending move, my poor little “slave empty” is sad.

Today he came in to drop off laundry trying to joke about how he isn’t going to come do my laundry all the way in LA because it is too far away, and then said, “I don’t know what I am going to do when you leave. You have ruined me for everyone.”

He had told me that 2 years back, when I had come down with pnuemonia he had snuck off to session with another mistress in town. He was so ashamed and I laughed and laughed at him. He told me he was afraid I would punish him…I told him with the embarassment he felt and the dissatisfaction in the other Mistress’s session it appeared he had already been punished.

Since then my grip on him tightened. We have been through a lot. I even have had him in my service on trips to Florida and Los Angeles. He is the only slave I have ever allowed a key to my home.

He does piss me off and get on my nerves (I tend to be a bit demanding), but actually he has shaped up in the last few months and even amazed Domina Shannon with his servitude and respect.
He’s a good boy over all…but not enough to make me stay.