The Charming One

Charm and I have left the House and all that it holds dear to its heart.

A Chalet such as my lover’s house can not have two Mistress’ nor would I be talked down dot by one of its employee’s.

I had come upon the cook whacking my slave with a wooden spoon, a sight I was none too pleased with. I acted on impulse, demanding that he put her out immediately. It wasn’t on the fact she was smacking my property, but the fact she had talked down to me as if I were nothing more than one of Kain’s sluts.

Needless to say, Leo would not do it. Come to find out, he wasn’t exactly my slave as I had been led to believe. He belonged to Kain, who apparently would not like his cook.. put out.

So here we are back in the shop, celebrating my daughter’s birthday alone. I made it as special as I could, with cake that she dove into head first, and several little gifts that she did enjoy ripping open, after she got the hang of it. Of course when the gifts ran out, her expression changed to the darker counterpart that was her father, pouting furiously. Perhaps I do spoil her too much.