Miss Emily is finally back home after a business trip and much excitement about hockey. I'll never understand why people get so excited about sports. But she loves watching. So sometimes I watch, too. This was different though. This time she went to the games, In Los Angeles and New York, while I was home.
Last night I put on my French maid's uniform and put my hair up. I wanted to impress her. So what happened? She barely gave me a thought. Oh, I could see a look in her eyes of amusement when she first walked through the door. But for the evening I was her servant. She was cool and distant. Inside I was so excited she was home.
For some reason the more she treats me like a maid the more I need to please her. I guess she knows that. I'll never quite understand the relationship we have or why we both seem to crave it. Well, I know I crave her attention.
I am not quite sure what she craves, except for my submission. She has that. But no matter how hard I try to please her I fell like it's never enough. I wish I could be content more of the time.
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June 11, 2014
June 10, 2014
Not Always Easy
Getting used to all the changes that have occurred since I met Miss Emily is not always easy. Sometimes I can't believe that I have not fought them
I think the most difficult thing is the way people look at me in public. I think I expected people to stare and look at me like I was strange. But I never expected men to flirt with me. Not all men. It's only happened openly a couple times. I doubt I've ever blushed more.
The most recent time it happened was in the grocery store. An older man who was maybe in his 50s or 60s saw me reaching for an item on the top shelf. He came over and got it for me. That would have been sweet, but he had his arm around me and called me "sweetheart." I was embarrassed.
I only blushed harder when he asked if he could take me to lunch sometime. He told me how much he enjoyed being with "special girls." I could barely speak but stammered out that I was married.
I don't know what to think about the encounter. I know it was a compliment but I never thought of being with men really.
Miss Emily said I should get used to such attention.
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I think the most difficult thing is the way people look at me in public. I think I expected people to stare and look at me like I was strange. But I never expected men to flirt with me. Not all men. It's only happened openly a couple times. I doubt I've ever blushed more.
The most recent time it happened was in the grocery store. An older man who was maybe in his 50s or 60s saw me reaching for an item on the top shelf. He came over and got it for me. That would have been sweet, but he had his arm around me and called me "sweetheart." I was embarrassed.
I only blushed harder when he asked if he could take me to lunch sometime. He told me how much he enjoyed being with "special girls." I could barely speak but stammered out that I was married.
I don't know what to think about the encounter. I know it was a compliment but I never thought of being with men really.
Miss Emily said I should get used to such attention.
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June 9, 2014
Almost Back to Normal
Miss Emily did make it home last night. It was late when she got home, about midnight. I wanted to surprise her by putting on my French maid uniform with the petticoats but I feel asleep. I didn't even hear her come in the door.
She thought it was cute that I wanted to dress that way for her. I was so thrilled to that she was home. She was so nice to me. I ended up sleeping on the floor next to her bed. I have no idea why that mad me feel so good and wanted. But it did.
Today she is back to work and I am doing all the laundry she brought home. Tonight will be another without her. She's going to the hockey game and then staying at her college roommate's apartment.
Then, I hope, things will really be back to normal.
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She thought it was cute that I wanted to dress that way for her. I was so thrilled to that she was home. She was so nice to me. I ended up sleeping on the floor next to her bed. I have no idea why that mad me feel so good and wanted. But it did.
Today she is back to work and I am doing all the laundry she brought home. Tonight will be another without her. She's going to the hockey game and then staying at her college roommate's apartment.
Then, I hope, things will really be back to normal.
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June 8, 2014
She's Coming Home!
After being gone most of the week, Miss Emily s coming home tonight. I am trying not to be too excited. She's coming home late and working tomorrow. And I'm trying not to even think about the fact that she's going to a hockey game tomorrow night.
I can't wait to see her. Things aren't the same here when she's away.
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I can't wait to see her. Things aren't the same here when she's away.
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