She comes back from the conference in her power-suit, ID badge and designer hand-bag; juggling her brand-name water bottle as she works the pass-key. It's been a long day, but the last one. She flies out tomorrow afternoon, back to the office on the following day. But tonight is all hers to do with as she pleases.

She's already begged off her coworkers' pleas to join them for drinks and karaoke. A headache, she tells them. She'll be laying in bed all night binge-watching Netflix and eating take-out.

The door opens at last and a rush of cool air shoots in. She puts everything down by the table, takes out her phone, and texts Sir.

I'm here.

The adjoining door is pushed open. Her heart begins to beat quicker. Dropping to all fours, she crawls in to Sir, sitting in a chair at the corner table.

No words.

The collar and leash go on. She is led back to her own room, and he confiscates phone, passkey, purse and ipad. All are put in the safety-box on a timelock. This is Sir's room now as well.

She sits and places her head on the side of his thigh, her hair being stroked. Her clothes come off, and she stands for inspection, nude. She completes her Slave Postures then gets to work. Ironing his clothes. Shining his shoes. Cleaning what the cleaning help has already done but doing it better. Invoicing his receipts and putting them on her own personal card. Each act makes her wetter than before. Room service arrives; he eats at the table and she on the floor. He goes down to take a swim and soak in the sauna; she dutifully folds his clothes, lays out his evening wear, cleans up from dinner, and waits in silence as she listens to a recording of Sir's voice.

When Sir arrives again, she stands as his towel-rack as he takes a shower. Then it's her turn to step in the bathtub and be cleaned. It's matter-of-fact; thorough but not careful or soft. She is simply being prepared for her tasks.

She dries her hair; the collar is put back on, and on all fours, she heads into the bedroom again. As she arrives, she sees Sir has her iPad out. Sir gestures to the screen; she sees the room and her flights have been delayed a day, and an email prepped to her work that she needs to take a sick and wellness day.

She takes the iPad, and quickly makes changes.

Make that two days.

She hits send.

No words.