Your Miss Viv is wondering what’s on your dance card this weekend. With my garden in full bloom and a quenching rain storm, I can think of nothing I’d rather do this weekend, than sit in the shade and read, with nothing interupting me, but the sound of the telephone ringing.
Without a single appointment or social event inked on the calendar, the staff have been given a few days off, and I am heading out to look at gazebos. Spring! It may only last another few days, in this part of the world, so I am going to make the most of this beautiful day!
Come precious, and sit with your Mistress in the garden, late this afternoon and tell her all your llittle secrets. Approach quietly and with reverance, sos not to disturb the hummingbirds fliting from feeder to feeder and lay your head softly in my comfy lap.
Keep those nervous hands busy, peeling sweet clemintines while you whisper your dark longings and confide your fantasies. Yes my pet, I know. That moment precious, when you lay your trust in experience and submit. Travel a new road to peace and Safe Harbor and rest easy, in the care of a Mistress you can adore and Serve.
Look dear one, at the last of the red in the sky and dream of the possiblites, when you give over to a Superior Women, who knows what to do with the gift of Control.
To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of civilization.
Arnold Toynbee
English historian & historical philosopher (1889 - 1975)
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