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Well as I’ve been working my butt off for the past few months as my vanilla job takes up a lot more of my time, I’ve had to partake in internet buying for Xmas. I did not expect though that a last minute purchases would deliver me an old slave of mine that I had while I lived in London. Delivering my parcels today by a courier company (I shall not name them as I don’t wish to give his identity away to anyone who may live in the same area as me that reads this) was slave daniel. Now slave daniel came to me initially back in 2004 when he was having problems with his then girlfriend and initially he wanted to chat about the problems he was having (it would surprise you just how many guys go to Mistresses for couselling in reality). Anyway, on opening the door I found myself dumbstruck as who was placing the amazon parcels on my doorstep but slave daniel.

I invited him in for a cup of green tea (it’s just as fabulous as earl grey) and I leave him sitting in the living room (yes I do make my own tea and only I know how I like it) he spies the pictures I have of myself with friends and family and takes them off the wall, then proceeds to kneel on the ground in front of them as if to worship Me. I walk in with his tea, and see him worshipping my photos. Well, why worship photos while you’ve got the real thing? So I make him strip off to his undies, and go back to where he was, so I could put my feet on him and relax while I drink my tea. lol. I always love warm foot rests.

After, I ask him if he wants to do something for his former Mistress and dismantle the gazebo I have in the back garden as it’s covered with snow and I can’t do it myself. He goes to put his clothes back on, so I pick them up and throw them out the front porch, including his shoes. He won’t need them to take down the gazebo. So I push him out the back garden and he proceeds to break it down. Snow that’s turned to ice falls over his chest as he starts to remove the cover, then what must be a ton of snow lands on his head, shoulder and down his back. I’m in fits of giggles at this point. He’s frozen, but has the biggest “ho” I’ve seen him have. Now he’s not allowed to have one of those, so I get my coat, my hat, and my ugg boots on, then proceed to kick him straight in his “cauliflower beanbags” lol (he always used to love that). Each time snow falls on him as he removes it from the top I kicked him. Lucky no one can see into my garden lol.

he finishes taking down the gazebo, then complains that his hands are really cold, and sore and they need warming up. he makes his way towards me as if I’m going to warm them up for him. Nope I said, you can do that yourself. I tell him that there’s one way his hands can warm up and that’s if he relieves himself over them. Then I would permit him to go out the front to pick his clothes up, to get on with his deliveries. he does lol, and there’s nothing funnier than watch a guy do that knowing it’s the only way to warm up lmao!

he picks his clothes up and gets dressed again. As he hasn’t drunk his tea, I pour it over him. Why not? he wanted to get warm lol. he thanks me, and asks if now I know he delivers to me can he come round for regular sessions. I deny him and tell him that only when I order anything big enough for courier delivery from Amazon, can he be treated to another session. I should imagine that now he knows where I live, he will be ordering items from Amazon himself just to deliver to me. Did I tell you I wanted a new PS3?? lol.

Merry Christmas my waste of spacers.


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