Right, time to catch up and try to bring things up to date. After the dinner request, i booked a restaurant in Richmond that i hoped would be OK. From memory it had nice feel, food was good and should be able to chat without disturbance. When Monday came, there was some apprehension but by now i wanted this to happen and nothing would have made me cancel.



i was sitting down at the table when Mistress Diva walked in. To say my heart lit up is a bit of an understatement. i was seated right at the back but could see the doorway and there was Mistress Diva, tall, long hair looking every inch the person i wanted to serve. Should i use the word Goddess? i don't know but thats the way it felt. When Mistress Diva had sat down, first problem. No ashtray and the waiter, bless him, said it was no-smoking. i was sure this was not the case and eventually one was bought to the table. Mistress Diva perused the menu, of course at the stage i was not aware of the expectation that i would order for Her, made a selection and the food was ordered along with my choice of wine. Over dinner, i started to open up, telling Mistress Diva more about me, my experiences and feelings on DS and how i had arrived at the place i felt i was at in my life. Mistress Diva smiles a lot. Its fantastic, Her whole face lights up, Her laugh is infectious and feels me with such a great feeling. i have always been reserved in showing emotion. Big issue in my life but part of growing up meant best to keep yourself to yourself. Anyway, i felt myself drawn in, as the night went on becoming so much happier, feeling this happiness Mistress Diva has. Part of my loved the fact i could make Her laugh, make Her smile. It seemed to say to me that i was doing something right.



Dinner went on, the wine was drunk between U/us and then desert. Now, i have a HUGE sweet tooth. Puddings have always been a weakness but not all of them. The restaurant is known for its traditional Breton cooking, which does mean pancakes. My choice was easy in my mind. A pancake with apple and a caramel sauce. Mistress Diva on the other hand, wanted Creme Brulee. Did She know? How? The one desert i have never really liked, and it turns out to be Her favourite. Indeed, in the future we may get to share one between U/us. i will cross that bridge when i come to it i guess. Deserts duly arrived and eaten. Mistress Diva wanted to taste some of mine. OK but how to make a piece seem attractive and not a huge mess of pancake, sticky sauce and apple. i did not really succeed but Mistress Diva did get to taste it. i think there was a sign of approval, but not enough to win the day over the Creme Brulee.



A lot of ground was covered in terms of what we talked about. In particular some of the expectations of being a contractual slave to Mistress Diva. That it was not just about serving Her but also about me growing as a person, becoming a better person through submission. In some ways these were new concepts to me and just showed to me my level of growth was small compared to Mistress Diva. But by now, i was even more convinced that this was what i wanted. It was an opportunity that i had only ever really dreamed about and in reality never thought would come along. It was something that i was sure was not offered to many and those that turned it down did so at their own peril. As the evening was drawing to an end, Mistress Diva complained Her feet ached. Now, this was going to be interesting. To some, this would seem a very public display, to others a loving act. But with foot on my leg, i started to rub through the soft leather of the boot. It seemed very natural for me to do and something i enjoyed doing (why do i always deny that i like foot worship!!). Was this a test? i guess i will never know. So it came for me to go home. It was Monday, where to go.. ah of course the Philbeach, sleazy haunt of London TV/TS. But no. Mistress Diva was going and i felt it right and proper that i did not go. Best really as now had lot to think about and with Wednesday a no go, wondering when i would get to see Mistress Diva again.