Dressed in semi- evening dress - walking into the room silently - bowing to all present - trying to combat overrunning meetings and sitting waiting quietly

Energetically entering, athletic, tan body clad in a short pleated skirt and a crop top - at 5'3" looking up at Halcyan - *smiling nervously* - a small curtsey, before kneeling - brown doe-eyes admiring Him, short brown hair framing a heart-shaped face, licking red pouty lips before speaking - Good evening, Sir

Three caterers enter carrying a heavy table 7 feet long And 3 feet wide, placing it carefully in the exact middle of the room. They leave to return with one antique redwood chair and a redwood stool about 2 feet high and an Aussie barbecue complete with gas bottle and burner. One then unfolds a large linen tablecloth with reinforced corners and places it on the table.

Max watches the young lad bring in a small occasional table and an insulated container with assorted foods, drink and ice etc. and then the slightly overweight caterer wheels in the boxes containing two freestanding nine candle silver candelabra and the knapkins, china, cutlery, cooking utensils and cutlery. A couple of chicken feathers drop to the floor.

*soft smile* Good evening - hopefully it will be great little one

After supervising the laying of two places with cutlery and the placing of the two candelabra on the table Max walks to each of the four corners of the room and unhooks a thin rope from each. Bringing them back ti the table it is evident that they pass through four pulleys in the roof and make an angle of 45% to the floor when attached to the legs of the table. The young lad takes garlands of sweet smelling wildflowers and battery operated fairy lights and makes the whole area light and bright and outdoor.

Max finally goes to the other end of the ropes and ties them into one after adjusting the tension and ties that single rope off on a metal ring in the middle of one of the long walls.

Finally, as the young lad lights the candelabra, Max goes to Halcyan and murmers into his ear as he gives Him a travelling sewing kit and after Max receives his tip all three leave.

turning my head to watch

looking back to You, amazed already - *smiling*

I had hoped your dress would have been more formal Handing her a simple black shtretch fabric evening dress - just above the knee

Put this and nothing else on please little one.

The evening dress has thin cyan shoulder straps and 2 highlighted seams in cyan - one on each side

taking the dress, removing my skirt and top, blushing slightly as i stand naked, slipping the dress on
my apologies, Sir

waiting for you to change and glancing round the room - checking the corners and smiling

admiring Your taste in clothes, *smiling*

This evening will be a treat for all your senses little - first sight - but later touch and smell and sound and taste - quite a full night.

listening, feeling a slight anxious tingle
i'm looking forward to it, Sir

I want you to fly with Me - so also put on this antique leather flying helmet over your short brown hair

taking out 4 black leather cuffs -come closer little one

Kneel before Me

taking the helmet from You, placing it on my head, tucking in a few stray strands, returning my curious eyes to Your face

kneeling before You, keeping my back straight, my eyes lowered

looking up through half-closed eyes, waiting for Your words

waiting for Hid words Himself *soft smile*

wondering why servers always know when something is important - placing a cuff on each wrist and tightening them -

Lie on your bacl and lift your ankles high

smiling as i lie back, kicking my feet up, wiggling my toes

Placing a cuff on each ankle - glimpsing down into the crack below - liking what He sees

After everything appeared in slow motion - starting to life again

keeping my feet up, cuffed and waiting, suppressing a giggle

kissing each of the wiggling toes - still looking down past them sit on the stool little one

rising to my feet, sittin on the stool, eyes watching Your every move

moving across to the table - lifting the candelabra and placing them on the other table - sitting on the chair - looking into the brown twinkling eyes - liking the giggling at this time - wondering how long the merriment will last

watching, the giggling subsiding

W/we will go on a guided - or perhaps misguided at times - tour of your body little one - I am hungry and you are certainly looking good enough to eat - tell Me what you are hungry for.

i hunger for life, for pain, for pleasure, Sir

smiling and motioning for you to climb up on the table via the stool as he removes the cutlery
You have been patient so far - now you are My patient

Anything of more than 2 syllables little one?

stepping up to the table, eying the cutlery, kneeling on the table

smiling
absolutely, Sir

taking the soft black leather blindfold from his jacket and placing it over your eyes

you have life - and will have i=unless My hand slips later - do you only wish for pain and pleasure?

i wish to serve You Sir in any and all ways that You desire, to fulfill Your hunger

Now lie down little one - and face the ceiling - and think of all the things that might happen to your toes - or fingers - or calves - and especially to your mind little one

lying on my back, looking at all above me, thinking of Your words and wondering, excited

Thank you - I am very hungry -

bending down quietly and taking the ropes from the table legs and tying them to the reinforced corners of the cloth - moving to the middle of the wall and letting loose the rope - slowly raising the cloth into the air

just far enough to take your legs and arms off the table

watching the cloth rise, turning my eyes back to try and read Your thoughts, desires

moving to one end of the room and collecting two free ropes - returning and tying one to each ankle cuff

lying still, my eyes darting around from You to the ropes to the cloth

readjusting the blindfold so you cannot watch any more - thinking bloody cheap leather puckering up like that - moving to the other end of the room and tying the other two ropes to the wrist cuffs

with a sharp jerk lifting the cloth to 6 feet in the air - watching it fold in the middle like a large hammock tying it off - moving the the ropes attached to the ankles - passing already through pulleys in the corners of the room - about 8 feet up and pulling them together

ooooh, floating up in the darkness
feeling my ankles, legs pulled higher, hmmmmm

Watching your legs spread *smile* and your ankles lifted - tying off when they are level with the tablecloth -

wondering if i'm dinner, smiling at the thought

moving to the other end - collecting the two ropes - checking they are in the pulleys - pulling slowly watching your wrists rise and ropes almost horizontal now - pulling not just up but towards each corner

thinking - *Many a true word*

oooooohhhh

watching the extreme tension on the arms and legs - wondering what you feel - knowing that the cloth is partly supporting you - climbing on the table with knife in hand - ready to slice

The sound of the knife through material

slicing from far away towards your hips and then silence - less support from the cloth - the sound again

stretched, the muscles tightening, like a western, almost being drawn and quartered

this time on the other side of your legs - the left and there is now support to your legs - only the ropes to the ankles - the sound of the knife again - right by your right ear

wondering at the sound of torn cloth, dropping slightly, pulling on my arms and legs

almost jumping at the sound at my ear, breathing begins to speed up

and a fourth time - dropping the knife *clattering* to the floor - rolling up the loose cloth - lifting you slightly and passing it under you - and again - and again - a cloth bolster or pillow in the small of your back - supporting you but leaving you vulnerable from the sides or each end to Anyone standing on the table you wanted pleasure and pain - I wonder how much little one?

suspended animation, half smiling at the feeling
i want what You deem necessary and right, Sir

jumping down and getting My self a drink (soda water with plenty of ice) picking up a candelabra -

climbing back up with one in each hand - balancing the candlabra on your nmidriff

wondering at the weight place on my stomache,
hearing ice against glass, listening

taking the first ice cube - inserting it between the big toe and the next on the right foot - crunching up ice in My mouth - enjoying working out which should go between which toe

wiggling my toes as the ice begins to burn and melt
oooh

changing the candlebra for the drink - dribbling wax slowly over the right foot - resonably carefully - trapping the ice in place with the wax as it hardens

mmmmm - wondering at the conmination of sensations, hot and cool, soft and hard - aaaaaah

collecting four more suitable pieces of ice from the glass and hoping the wriggling doesn't put wax over the dress - placing the ice between the toes - finishing the soda water and holding the empty glass pouring wax from the candlabra to make the feet match - placing both the glass and candlabra on the table - - pulling the martinet from My pocket - the cyan leather handled martinet

Do you know where your toes are now little one - is every part of you centred there at this moment? Tell Me what you are feeling?

mmmmm- wiggling toes - hhhhhnnnn

gently flicking the martinet against the right foot - against the waxed toes before licking and kissing the ball of the foot and under the arch

my toes are lost in some world of their own, one of fire and ice - oh yes, Sir
feeling the beginning of wonderful journey start, fascinated yet tremulous

Are you used to this symmetry yet little one - flicking upwards with the martinet on the left foot - leacing a series of cream and then strawberry lines under the arch I hope you were -

surprised "ow" escaping my lips
smiling as Your lips touch the tenderness of my foot

The scraping sound as the knife is picked up once more - the sharp single edged knofe - left by the caterers to peel vegetables - and it rests against the side of your left knee

This was left by Max Church little one - I hope you won't scream abuse at him later *soft smile*

whispering - yes, Sir
awaiting the flick on the right foot

feeling the cool, metal against my knee - gasping deeply - scream?

The cold blade slides up your side - following the seam of the dress - you feel more cold as the knife moves up towards your armpit and stops at the end of the material - it slashes through the air - you sense the movemennt as the air rushes past youir face and the shoulder straps are no longer holding the dress - which slides seductively and sensuously across your body and lands where the candelabra was a few seconds before - a pool of black on the table

feeling the sudden coolness of the air against my tanned skin, my nipples harden quickly, my shaven cunt exposed and wet

starting at the knees and with electric touch My fingers move up and down your body - teasing against the - is it - pain in your arms and remembering the sewing kit I play idly with your fingers before continuing

Seeing your hands tense and ugly - wanting to purify the shape and make them like lotus blossoms sprouting from the black leather cuffs - taking the already threaded needle and pressing it to your thumb passing it under the skin along and out again

Your fingers sending shivers of delight across and through me - ahhhh

feeling Your grasp as You hold my fingers still - a sudden prick - oh!

Continuing with the first finger - pressing the tiny but sharp needle into the first layer of skin - along like a tiny mouse and then out again - drawing on the thread - finger and thumb pulled together - middle finger - In - along and out and then ring finger - in under the skin of the fingertip and out and finally the little finger - in - along and out - tying off after drawing all the tips together and cutting the thread with a tiny pair of silver scissors

mmmm - my fingers now as one - drawn together

Noticing the time flying past as I turn the other ugly hand into a lotus flower and place the sewing kir back in My pocket - noticing those hardened nipples for the first time and wantiung to give them a present

flicking the martinet across your nipples - looking into the box below - wondering about garlic presses - and jumping down.

feeling the pull on my arms and legs - the burn in my muscles, aching - focusing on my hands

returning with two presses - complete with a very strong garlic smell - unusual presses - like thumbscrews - screwing down into an area the size of an average clove - looking at your nipples

oommmoooommmm - the hands forgotten, the fingers bound

placing one on your left nipple - nipple filling the space perfectly - tightening the screw slowly - slowly - until satisfied - completing the operation on the lrft nipple much faster after the experiment

the smell of garlic permeates the room - wrinkling my nose up

noticing your calves shivering and quivering with the effort - jumping down and collecting the cooking oil - warming it in My hands and the pleasure comes - the deep massage into the cramping calves - oily warm fingers delving deep into the tortured muscles - feeling the knots unravel - for a time at least - ewarming and healing and moving from the calves upwards

*gasp* - my nipple caught in the press - Oooohhh!

hands and fingers warm and skirting that shaven mound - glistening with more than sweat already - moving into your midriff and circling round anti clockwise - always juat missing that shaven haven

my flesh overwhelmed with sensations of pain/pleasure - moaning softly and low

wanting to warm you - jumping down and fetching the barbecue - turning on the gas and lighting it with the candlabra - placing small pieces of wood on the burners - smoke of eucalypt a sweet pungent smell - dropping water on the wood - smoke billowing up ommersing you in a smoke bath

The knife slicing through flesk - blood dripping on the chopping board - the beef in chunks about 3 inches acrosss and 6 inches long hhmmmmm - what does that remind Me of? Three slices of meat placed on the grill and sizzling

amazed at Your speed and agility - feeling the warm smoke flow over me - wondering at the smell - so many scents - so many feelings, centering, focusing

Waiting for the meat to sear - finding the chillies already rendered down - the hottest imaginable - tasting it a tiny bit - feeling the skin of My lips seem to lift and using ice to try to cool it down.

a sizzling sound - wondering, curious - the unexpected - turning my head slightly to the sound

turning the meat over and pitting out cheese slices for later - noticing the chicken feathers - taking one in each hand and climbing up yo use on those swolloen sreas under the arms - tickling and flicking while waiting for the meat to cook on the other side

giggling at the touch of the feather - stopping suddenly as i increase the pull - internally squirming, screaming -

jumping down to take the meat off - dropping all three pieces into that HOT HOT chilli sauce for a few minutes before continuing - noticing the barbecue skewers and grabbing a handful for a little later

continuing with the feather - now on the inside on each thigh - close to the quivering wet cunt that is about to receive something - using the feather in My left hand and the handful of skewers in the right - a tiny birch broom - flailing against one thigh as the other is tickled - and then change and then change and then ...

hmmmm - my nipples aching, throbbing

Putting the meat on the plate - already warmed and tossing bread with cheese slices on the grill - watching them carefully while placing the hot plate on your midriff

hmmm....oooh...my flesh in delightful torment - as the You switch from feather to broom...

aaaahhhhh - my mind a jumble, my skin alive and tingling, my clit hard and hot

Taking off the bread and cheese just as the cheese mels and putting it on the plate - both pieces fall - and as is Murphy's Law fall with the cheese side down - across your shaven mound with the melted cheese running down slightly across your clitoris and into the valley that it guards

AAAHHH - feeling the hot, melted cheese slide and blend with my juices

After five seconds - lifting the bread and scooping up the cheese and covering the area with ice - pushing a cube inside you in case of damage later - licking off the few little scraps of cheese lodged by your clit.

thinking the taste was unusual - perhaps there would be a market for woman flavored cheese - taking one piece of the HOT HOT chilli covered meat and placing it at your lips - smearing your nosr with the chilli first

Take all this as far as you can slave

waiting and watching for the effect of the chilli

ooh my - the ice momentarily cooling, my cunt so hot it melts almsot instantly

splashing soda water noisily into a glass and drinking it with gulps that could be heard in the next room

my mouth burning - sucking in the meat - an inch still over my lips - like a little tongue

the fire in my mouth - hearing Your gulps - thirsting -

watching so closely - lips by your blindfolded eyes - wanting to kiss them but making do with a shower of tiny kisses on your left cheek and then left ear - right ear and then right cheek while always watching

eat little one and tell Me what you feel

chewing the meat, eating, swallowing, tears forming under the blindfold - gasping for breath, for water

barely a whisper
Sir, i am burning inside and out

Moving to flick your nipples with my tongue before bending down and picking up a napkin and pulling out a clothespin from My pocket - bending down and picking up some small barbecue tongs and lifting the lips away from your clit before attaching the napkin to you by the clothespin firmly applied to the engorged lump of flesh that is sometimes the centre of your womanhood

breathing in small breaths as once again the focus moves - my body, my skin in orgasmic confusion - almost panting - mmmm - nnnnnnnnn

taking the second piece of meat and slowly inserting it in your anus - watching with interest the reaction of the skin as it touches and holding it in place by pulling the napkin back between your legs and tying it off by your belly button

pouring Myself another drink - watching and listening - looking at the third piece of meat - and remembering the cheese - eating that while waiting

oh my god - squirming - fighting it - biting my lip, moaning softly as i center the pain, the pleasure, the burning

knowing that chilli takes time to really gain its full bite and waitching and drinking - looking at the strain on the arms and legs - wondering how much longer she can hang there

taking the third piece of meat - carefully unclipping the napkin - knudging the engorged clit with it and then inserting the meat easily into the slippery valley as far as it will go and then reclipping the pin - watching and waiting

OH jesus - it hurts, burns moving like a cat caught on a downed power line - spastic thrashing Sir? Master?

Yes little one - are you going to blame poor Mr Church?

jiggling ice in His glass

squeeling in genuine pain - please Master, please - make it stop
Mr. Church, Sir?

The next course is icecream - have you finished the first course yet?

nodding my head - my mouth dry and burned - lost in the Sahara

Moving to unpin the napkin and pulling out the meat - watching the other piece fall with gravity and placing an ice pole inside each firey gap before repinning the napkin -

feeding spoonsful of vanilla icecream into your mouth

Ice cubes in mouth - kissing the lips - pushing three cubes into your mouth - kissing the lips - feeling the pain turn to pleasure

oommm - sucking the ice cream greedily from the spoon -
mmmm - the two ice sticks melting - sssmmmmm

my mouth sucking the ice into cool streams of pleasure - as O/our lips touch

moving to cool the hot nipples before diving down with ice again in mouth to remove the somewhat smaller ice pole and use My tongue and lips and ice to slow the fire in your clit and labia - another quick drink and ice cubes pressed deep inside you

cubes taking away the heat - tongue taking away the cold

deep breaths, my tongue lapping up the last drops of melted ice, the ice cooling the burning clit, but not the fire inside

replacing the almost useless iceploe in your anus

Well little one what would you require now after your meal?

Do you want the fire inside fanned or doused little one - ask your Master what you want.

gasping dessert,Sir? - hoping it's not cherries jubilee - smiling weakly

wondering whether an iceploe was as big as an icefloe while waiting for your reply

cheese and biscuits? *soft smile* Ask what you need little one.

Master, i want the fire fanned, to burst into flame and explosions

Master, may i have what i need?

jumping down from the table to retrieve the martinet

wondering whether those watching are about to to covered with tiny bits of burning flesh

flicking the martinet across the nipples again before cirling the feathery tips round in ever decreasing circles - barely touching the flesh - homing in on your ccunt lips

will this help fan little slave?

Yes, Master
nodding my head - holding my breath for a moment

moving My head to feel your breathing on My lips - watching your chest rise and fall - certainly needing something *soft smile*

kissing your lips with mine - brushing against them as the martinet brushes against your other lips - very slowly and softly - at first - slow build up as the wetness of both pairs of lips increases

feeling Your closeness - letting out the breath -

lips meet and part - feathered tips slide against your clit and leave - as the speed increases so does the intensity and strength of the blows of the martinet

kissing Your lips - still tasting the cheese and chilis - and now tasting You

***Phweew****hit in the face by that massive outrush of chilli breath martinet almost out of control for a second

teeth clenched - deep low moans filling the air - my chest rising with each breath, with each strike

lips continuing - fingers of the left hand sliding down to tweak your left nipple as the martinet bites into the ionner thighs and slides along like the waves in a small backwater to break on your clit - harder and faster...

and then nothing - stillness - silence - lips gone - fingers gone - martinet vanished - not a sound

mmmmm-ooohhh-biting-mmmmmmmm-lips-nmnmnm-wanting-hhhhh-desiring

just memories of the touch and sound and taste of a second before - smell masked by the chilli smell - sight by the blindfold

hearing only own deep breaths, my low moans, my heart pounding

hearing the crackle of the wood burning below and the fidgeting of Halcyan's wood nymph who remembers pauses like these

breathing slowing a bit - waiting, hoping

Crash

As I jump off the table

The sound of feet walking across the floor

my body jerks at the sound - a single giggle - releasing the tension

the ropes holding your wrists move and you feel your blood rushing to your head as it is lowered about 2 feet and then stops

silence - and then a radio plays - voices describing South Africa just losing to Australia in the test cricket -

noise everywhere -

after the silence the noise is as bad as the chilli - a useless imposition on you

shoulders screaming as the weight is uneven

feeling the support in your back disappear as the cloth falls to the table

waiting for some touch

feeling your ankles moved by the ropes - going up!!!

moaning - screaming inside with pain

and then down until your back and feet are resting on the table arms still stretched up and out as before

my arms being pulled from their sockets, the blood rushing to my head

feelimg My tongue on your still swollen clit - flicking up and across and back and down and then vanishing - imagination or reality? Is that what you need little slave?

joy at the firmness of the table

Oh, Master - i need what You give me - i want Your pleasure

fingers removing the garlic press on the right nipple - reality

oh - feeling the blood return to the nipple

*soft smile* I am pleased little slave - I am almost pleased enough that if you ask to cum I would at least mull it over as a possibility

removing the other garlic press - replacing both with silver nipple clamps with a heavy silver chain

*smiling -licking my lips before speaking
Master, please may i cum?

removing the blindfold and kissing the eyes before they blink in the new light that hits them

feeling Your kiss on my eyes - opening them slowly - looking at You - *smiling softly*

well that depends - how would you envisage such a tumultuous occurence eventuating soft smile knowing what Lady Shadith will say about that and wishing that He could spell tonight

hanging a heavy silver pendant to the middle of the nipple clamp chain and idly pushing it sideways

wondering at the question and Your twisting of words
i will that in Your hands,Master

taking a wooden spoon and gently hitting the pendant left and then as it swings back - right - and left and right and left ....

In My hands? Hmmmmm - No other part of Me slave?

ooooooh - the pull of the pendant, pulling deeper inside - squirming

tongue on your clit again - fingers pulling at the pendant in time with the slow flick - flkick - flick - flick -

somewhat muffled

Yes you may cum little one - I have wanted to eat you all night -*soft smile*

oohhmmmmm - Master, it is Your desire i wish to satisfy

watching the pendant swinging - ayyyyy -

continuing to lick and enjoy the chillied juices flowing from you - feeling the tension building - that fire fanned and now raging like a hundred foot high grass fire - moving fast and about to shower Me with chilli hot debris as the trees explode into flame inside your valley

the flick of Your tongue, body shaking with each -
mmmmohyyyy...nnnn

smiling - wondering if for once the desire might have been mutual

with a convulsive shudder - yyyymmmmmm....i..mmmm...nnnncum...and...aaaaa
agaon....OhmmmmmGodmmmmmm

worried about getting the leather pants too messy leaning against the table and slipping them down and off - before climbing on to the table

glazed eyes looking into Yours

continuing to lick as the fire ripples past the first wave of fire - knowing that another wave will soon follow - placing knees on either side of the slaves head

wondering if you have had a seizure - looking back through My legs at you - seeing glazed eyes.

my tongue licking Your cock - drawing it into my mouth
my hips rising, my cunt meeting Your tongue

pulling and sucking Your hard throbbing shaft - tongue licking and flicking the tip

feeling your lips and cunt recover - pleased that there will be no autopsy and nibbling and biting at the task in Hand - or mouth anyway.

tasting the precum - licking it off - tongue dancing from base to tip - then roughly sucking it in

Feeling the remnants of the chilli deep in your mouth - wishing you had had more icecream or the dessert you wanted - enjoying the sensation and appreciating what the slave went through to please her Master *soft smile*

Feeling those tiny pains in scrotum and balls that herald the real pleasure of sex - apart from laughing at it at times that is - redoubling my efforts with the tongue and probing with a finger - seeing if it too will be burnt

sucking, loving Your manhood - pulling Your cock deeper
breathing in short raspy breaths, hips undulating against You

finger beneath and tongue on the clit - my beard and moustache tickling your shaved area both damp and sticky and enjoying the recall of the previous explosion and waiting for the next -

Trying to concentrate on you to hold back the deluge that might well douse your fire *soft smile*wondering whether to tell you that you can come again but that I must leave soon

eyes smiling - pulling, massaging with tiny tongue circles
moaning as Your finger probes deeply -

wanting to please You - wanting Your release
knowing mine is moments from exploding - sucking harder as i mmmmm quake and shiver

My whole body aware of your tongue and lips and breath rasping past My shaft and unable to think of anything else but filling your mouth as the conditioned responses that come out of hibernation at this time shake the sleepinesss from their eyes and with a massive stockwhip start the stampede of sperm in a vain battle against what must be a surefire spermicide - chilli

T........h......ank you Li....t...tle sla...a...a...a.....ve

my mouth fills with Your hot cum -mmmm - my body still in orgasmic fury

Hearing the cries of dying sperm as the cream of My troops are turned red inside your mouth the rest decide to withdraw

Assuming that the earthquake beneath Me was not entirely due to the aftershocks from Mine I swing myself round to hug you tight

as my body slows, i lick the cum from my lips, *soft smile* - gently licking Your cock, caressing the tip with soft lips

pressing myself into Your arms - kissing Your cheek
thank You, Master

looking at the incredible mess of ropes all over the floor and food splatters reminiscent of the basement at its best and the cut linen tablecloth and the wax and.. - looking apologetically at Darling of The Nest -

from the gallery in darkness the sound of applause...

Thank you little slave - you may keep the dress if you like - and the two pieces of meat as well *grin*

*warm smile*
bringing over two glasses of ice cold water to Halcyan and tiger lillie

S/some of Y/you are still awake? *soft smile*

*smiling* - thank You, Sir, the dress will be enough

I think she deserves both little one -

good morning, Dear Lady...*soft smile*

you are a quiet little thing but I love your sense of the ridiculous and sense of humour *soft smile*

i'd had to slip-out for something to eat, Sir...grin

handing you one glass...holding the other until you're ready...well done, sweetness

hugging you and wood nymph at the same time - trying to be diplomatic *soft smile*

a very small portion... soon to be non-existant... but I thought I'd let you know I was here...

thinking i'll find someone with a large debt to The Nest to clean-up...

finishing one glass of water
thank You, Sir - Your's is quite remarkable - *soft laughter*

Thank You - I suppose I will get My notes tomorrow *soft smile*

And so you remarked on it *grin*

grin... I don't know that my name has been mentioned during a scene before...

it was quite an experience, Sir - i'm sorry that melli didn't make it
Halcyan's wood nymph - thank you for the water

G'Day Halcyan - I thought you said you was gonna make a mess ? Get to it young lad - you have five minbutes to clear the lot - we need it for John Howard's house in two hours.

*smiles - i had to return once through the front door - i was so excited i almost got lost

Yes it was a pity melli couldn't see she got her money's worth - about 1250 an hour *grin* sorry but you said the longer the better

Halcyan: i will let her know that it was more than worth any amount she spent

Well little one - I hope you find sanity with some other Master *soft smile* or whatever else you seek. I hope you found today the party you kept asking Me for *soft smile*

*grinning* - yes, Sir, that and much more - *kotc* - thank You, Sir - i must be off to bed

As per normal I wanted to leave half an hour ago and I'll be last out *soft smile*

Good Night A/all

gone - for supper

Leaving the room spotless - but slightly smelling of chilli.