Time

There are times that Master and shayla do not see much of each other for a day or more. Our work schedules could not be more different, and Master has other things happening that occasionally keep him away. For shayla, these times are utilized to the best of her ability. She tries to complete any work she may have to do on the computer, catches up on housework, runs
errands. Keeping herself busy, knowing that she's still serving and performing for him by doing so. Of course, there's also the fact that when he returns, he's coming home to a clean house, and a girl whose duties are done and is more able to focus on him. At the same time, though, is a feeling of something missing. Which makes perfect sense, as her main focus *is* her Master. So the work and extra exercises she does helps to take her mind off that fact.

The time that Master and shayla spend together is relaxed. As more time passes the more comfortable shayla is with him. More able to sense what he wishes and respond to it, whether that be a massage or leaving him alone while he's deep in some task on the computer. Something rather odd happened the other night in that regard. Shayla was sitting at Master's feet, peeling some shrimp (with the cat in close attendance), while Master was on the computer. He'd gotten home not too long before, but hadn't said anything about how his day went or how he was feeling. Midway through peeling the shrimp it occured to shayla that he'd probably want his feet massaged, though something stopped her from setting her task aside and doing so. About 15 minutes later when she'd finished, she put things away, washed her hands, got the lotion and went back to his feet to begin. Master looked down to her as she warmed the lotion in her hands, "How'd you know i'd want my feet rubbed when you were done?" Turns out he'd thought about it around the same time that it came into her head to do so. He seemed surprised by the coincidence, to shayla, it was an indication that she's better able to sense what he needs and how. Progress.

There does not seem to be much need on his or shayla's parts to engage in idle conversation, though talks will spring out of nowhere, triggered by something heard on the radio, read or heard in the news. We'll laugh or joke about things at times. The silence is comfortable, homey, broken only by Master's keystrokes, the bells on shayla's ankle as she moves around the home. When shayla's done with her duties Master will allow her to sit at his feet, or sometimes lay in bed with him (serving as bed warmer/body-pillow, of course) as he watches something on the TV.

We take walks with each other occasionally, which is extremely enjoyable for shayla. That's not why Master allows it to happen, of course. He enjoys getting his exercise as well, and his presence seems to give shayla an extra boost in pushing herself as she's walking. Strangely enough, or not so, we'll talk during these walks. About possible future plans, things that have happened, Master's job, what might be taking place in the next week that Master might allow shayla to go with him to.

Looking back at things, shayla can't recall any time that we've ever been unhappy in each other's company. There's quite a bit to say about the peace and lack of the maneuvering and power plays that happen so often in so many relationships.

shayla