With a painful pang and inward sigh, I turn to comply, leaving her sitting there rapt. Indeed, she’s still caressing the steering wheel and smiling like a lady lost in the sweetest of fantasies when I return to her thirty minutes later, my assigned tasks fulfilled.
She looks up at me, smiles widely, and with a heavy sigh finally forces herself to climb from the car. “What a dream,” she breathes. “I can’t wait to try it out. I know the perfect highway too: long straight-aways, gentle curves, very little traffic… Ah, well.” With a visible effort, she returns to the present.
“Work before play, I suppose. Come on, my beautiful ielle. Let’s take care of the kitchen next. Grab some more of those boxes and let’s go.”
Naturally, Mistress doesn’t bother to thank me. But the increased affection
