My collared slave tate is fortunate to be spending so much time with his Gold Coast Mistress. First maid marian was expected to present herself for cleaning duties last Sunday at 2.30pm. Such tasks rarely last less than an hour and a half and in fact, she spent the better part of 3 hours to complete all the cleaning I set her. Sometimes after a late finish for My maid, I allow her a night off from cooking but as I had planned to travel to Byron Bay on Wednesday with My collared slave, he would be permitted a treat on that occasion in preference to Sunday night.
slave tate had to take the day off today as I required My chauffeur not only to get Me to My nail appointment this morning, but also for the trip down to Byron Bay. My nail appointment had been changed to half an hour later than originally scheduled. I had just enough time to catch My chauffeur before he left home to change his time of arrival at My house to 8.30am instead of 8.10am. With his usual prompt arrival, I was almost ready to go – just had to grab My handbag and water bottle.
When W/we arrived outside My nail place, I told My chauffeur that he could expect a phone call from Me from 10.30am as I was likely to be done about that time. It was up to him as to what he would do to pass the time as long as I was able to get through to him when I was ready (unlike the last debacle). Forgetting that My appointment was half an hour later than usual, I did not finish until 10.50am – 20 minutes later than normal.
I caught up with My slave in Australia Fair shopping centre where I had to check out (and try on) a lingerie piece I saw in a catalogue. slave tate was patiently waiting inside the shop and as it turned out, fortunately so as I needed him to give Me a different size to try on. With fitting and purchase complete, the next stop was Pacific Fair shopping centre to tie up a loose end at My bank (which is very rare occurrence for Me to EVER have to step into a bank in person in the first place – the wonders of internet banking makes life so easy).
By the time all of that was done, it was after midday and I had not had time for breakfast so a muffin and coffee would tide Me over until W/we could eat lunch at Byron Bay, O/our next stop. Of course, W/we also had to bear in mind that NSW is an hour ahead of Queensland. I decided it was best to drop in on Sax Leather first (as W/we would be driving straight past it on the way into Byron Bay), and THEN W/we would finish up with a late lunch.
At Sax Leather, slave tate found the leather jock strap he was after and I discovered a lovely glittery, zebra striped crop which My slave had the pleasure of purchasing for his Goddess. After further perusing through the shop (and before giving in to temptation as there were so many delightfully wicked things available), I refocussed on O/our lack of lunch and W/we headed into the township to find a suitable spot to eat.
As W/we walked down the main street from the beach car park, a corner balcony near the roundabout filled with people eating and drinking caught My attention. The restaurant is called ‘Balcony’ and fortunately, they were still serving lunch. Spent about an hour and 45 minutes eating a superb lunch and My slave was permitted one glass of alcohol and free choice from the menu as his well deserved treat for the week. I could have sat there for hours but W/we still had a fair drive back to the Gold Coast.
Upon leaving Byron Bay, I knew that My slave would be driving directly past his place and My plan was to drop in for an inspection on the way. I simply did not tell My slave until the last moment, giving him enough time to make the left hand turn safely. I was most intrigued to see just how clean My slave had been keeping his apartment *GRINS*. I had been threatening to do an inspection for a long time and I am quite sure My slave had been lulled into a false sense of security with no inspection ever having taken place… yet! Today was the day boy, only you did not know it until it was too late.
I walked in and on first glance it looked impressive. Most of the kitchen bench was tidy and clean, the kitchen sink looked fairly spotless, the carpet in the lounge looked pretty clean. Then I looked on top of the fridge, a spot often neglected in many households and sure enough, with a run of My finger across the top, a disgusting line of black filth lined My finger. Next was the TV which was also very dusty AND the record player which had so much dust you could hardly see through the clear brown plastic cover. The bed was not made and the laundry basket meant to contain dirty washing, had dirty clothes draped over and out the side of it instead of IN it! The two bathrooms were surprisingly clean (thank Goddess for small mercies), the untidy wardrobes left a lot to be desired and the dust gathering on bed heads, windowsills and light switches was appalling.
I was not going to make an instant decision in regard to a suitable punishment and I informed My slave that I would think about it overnight and reveal his punishment to him tomorrow night. Nothing like a bit of sweat now and again to cleanse the mind and body.
I finally arrived home around 5.15pm, some eight and a bit hours since leaving home this morning. In regard to My slave’s chauffeur duties, he is going to have to remember to put his cap on as soon as he returns to the car as it is not up to his Goddess to remind him to put it on. Failure to improve this practice will also start incurring punishments from now on!