I rush to the window to watch him get into his car and drive away. As I watch him get into his Aston Martin DSB I wonder if I made him happy today. Either way it's a long day of missing him. I get to work on the list he left me working through the itching bruises. I really need to put peroxide and cream on my back. I go collect the linen from all of the rooms and take it over to the laundry cottage out back. Then I run back upstairs to grab the things for the cleaners. I also grab some big shades. I have a few bruises on my face and I despise the way the women who work there look at me from over the counter. I take a quick look into the mirror and the bruises are very clear and swollen and so are the ones on my lip. Maybe a little lipstick. Fucking bitches I really hate having to go out in the daytime. I pick up the grocery list he left on the entrance table.
I have all of my duties performed including making a dinner that I could not eat. He calls at 2:30 to make sure I was done and to tell me we had a special task because it had began to rain. He began with detailed instruction of what I was to wear and how I was to remember my posture. "Go outside and sit in the garden out front until I tell you to move. Take the phone with you." I run upstairs and put on the white lace cami and pink underwear like instructed and head out to the front garden. It is pouring down and I am cold. The no shoe part of the his instructions may prove to be the hardest part. I am already freezing when I sit down in the chair. I can see the neighbors from here and of course if they are not blind they can clearly see me. I hope this is not going to be a long exercise. I start to ask him since he is still on the phone but I think again and decide not to. "Are you sitting down yet? he ask. I answer yes. "Are you cold? he ask. I answer yes. "No you are not. Use your mind to regulate your temperature" he says. I think to ask if my mind can stop the rain but I know better and just say nothing. I stay in this position for one hour. He stays silent on the other end of the phone."Are you still cold?" I finally hear him say. Yes I answer. "That's because you are not regulating your temperature. Start with your feet and just relax." Since my feet are frozen they can not be relaxed. I attempt to regulate them for the next thirty minutes. I finally hear him on the other end of the phone. He tells me he will call me back and not to move until he says so.
At 6Pm he calls me back to say he is down the street. I had almost fell asleep sitting there. Of course my neighbors walking by asking me why I was sitting out in the garden in the rain kept me active. It was testament to their ultra polite English background that they did not mention my being in underwear. Master pulls into the driveway and I contain my need to run into his arms. My muscles are really sore at this point. He gets out of the car with his Guy De Jean Umbrella. He walks over to me and rubs my wet head. He kisses me on the forehead. "Thank you for doing this for me. You look so beautiful right now. I'll be right out to get you." He turns around and walks into the house. I wait outside for him in the pouring rain until 9pm. I wonder what he is doing while I wait. Eating his dinner. Taking off his clothes. Taking a shower. Working on songs. The cold turns to numb than to pride in my heart at the level of discipline I am showing. I really want to make master proud of me. Sometimes I think it is too hard, but at moments like this when I am offered such an opportunity. It's hard not to be a little overwhelmed with joy at my level of discipline. He has taught me so much and I am so thankful. I wonder if he realizes how much I love him when my neighbor walks over. "Are you okay sweetheart?" Yes I answer not looking at him. "You've been out here for a while, aren't you cold" I'm fine, thank you for asking Superman. Still not looking at him I answer, "Thank you, I am fine." I see him go to the front door. Master opens it and they begin to talk. I see the neighbor guy immediately start to laugh and I know he has been told the truth about why I am out here. He looks at me again and starts to say something but just smiles and walks away. I hear Sir close the door behind him.
It is 10pm when he finally calls me to say I can come inside.
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