"Dance, monkey dance"

recently, i needed to retrieve some personal items form My Mistress's home. She told me directly to not come up there without Her knowledge or permission. i respect that and have tried to follow Her directives in this regard.

i love to be tethered to Her and directed by Her. in this respect She has trained me well.

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"hello Mistress"
 
"how are things there this weekend?"

"may i come by and pick up my keys from You?


pescado

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Her response was quick and immediate, but contained a simple pre-condition and rider with it.

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pescado,


"Sure.

but,


   only IF you can, bring Me one of those big bottles of modelo, while you're at it."


Mistress

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i had trouble finding exactly what She had requested, so i brought Her an entire case of 24 to hopefully please Her.

i arrived at Her place and She quickly ordered Me to place it in the fridge to cool. when i tried to apologize for the change in beer quantity, She laughed, patted me brusquely on the cheek and said,

"No matter, fish.  you have given me enough to last for quite awhile."

She smiled coyly at Me, raised an eyebrow, narrowed Her eyes, then said,
"Go fetch Me one ... Now."

i did so quickly, handed it to Her , and was somewhat surprised by Her cutting remark.


"Mmmmmmmm ... Dance, monkey dance."


an interesting sensation prickled my spine,
for i knew exactly what She meant.

sometimes the simplest moments lend themselves to true life's greatest realities.