the money holder

 

to do with the money holder

He used to visit her all the time.

 

He always brings gifts, usually his favorite chocolate, sometimes a scarf in his favorite color, sometimes a book from his wish list.

 

Never late.

 

Every Monday, he would put $200 on her desk and sit in the designated chair.

 

It was usually a solid wooden chair and sometimes the floor.

 

Then he looked at her.

 

30 minutes, sometimes more, never more than 60 minutes.

He worked at his desk, organized files and made phone calls.

 

He usually wore leather, rarely patent leather.

 

He watched her movements, looked down at her nylon legs, admired her body in the tight leather suit.

 

Then he said, "Now go.

 

I'll see you in two days," and said goodbye to the shoes and left.

 

She had been his money slave for over a year and enjoyed every moment she paid his bills, gave him notes, and took care of his child.

One Monday he suddenly said:

"Keep your money safe.

 

We still need them."

Then he took a leather collar from the table, tied it and gave orders.

\"Come on! The taxi is waiting!''

He was so shocked that he almost ran out the door in his leather boots and had to rush after her.

 

In the taxi, he didn't dare ask where the car was going, and as soon as he got out, he knew it was his turn to pay the taxi driver.

- How much money do you have?

 

She asked casually as we passed the mall.

 

He looks at the exhibits with interest, occasionally pausing to admire his reflection in the window.

 

That was music to his ears! He wanted to spend money on shopping! He waited for this for so long and never dared to hope that it would happen.

 

The moment came without warning and he was as nervous as a schoolboy.

 

"good?" he asked.

"I don't know, ma'am." he said, feeling his face turn red.

 

- Look over there! he asked bluntly.

He dug through his wallet, counted the bills and pulled a credit card out of his wallet.

 

- Today is mine! He winked and slipped the plastic into the breast pocket of his leather jacket.

 

When he saw her, sweat broke out on his forehead, excited by the temperature, which was colder than the temperature outside.

 

"$375 cash ma'am." he said, barely taking his eyes off her leather jacket as he stood in front of the credit card.

 

He laughed so hard that everyone around him was looking at him.

 

He probably won't mind because it's fun.

"Then let's go to the ATM first."

He followed her as fast as he could, for his knees were weak from the embarrassment of happiness.

 

The EC machine politely spat out another 500 euros, and as he held the ticket in his hand, he forgot that his account would be empty at the end of the day and was no longer bothered by the thought of what he was going to buy this month.

 

he is.

 

He pocketed €500 and ordered her to get down on her knees in the street and kiss his boots, which she did with pure joy.

 

She was ashamed to look pitiful in the dusty street, but she was happy that he had cooled her with bills and kissed the toes of her leather boots.

 

At the first store he bought a new leather bag with a credit card for over 200 euros.

 

At the second store, I bought over 150 euros worth of books that I could take with me in the future.

 

A fine dining restaurant in town cut an extra €80 off the menu, but seeing him happily eating prawns and drinking vintage red wine made up for it.

If there was anything special for Don Slave on this special and beautiful day, it was shopping at a shoe store.

 

Because he had tried on over 15 pairs, he was allowed to kneel in front of them.

 

He would help her dress and buy her any shoes she ordered.

 

She was surprised to see him putting on his shoes and walking quickly in front of the mirror.

 

Embarrassed, he obediently went to the shelf to pick up the next shoe, ignoring the salespeople who were laughing at his humble behavior.

 

For him, a trip to the shoe store was a bath of pleasure that would last a lifetime.

 

In her mind, she was willing to pay more than 600 euros, which in the end consisted of fashionable boots and colorful sandals.

 

Every time he got a credit card and had to sign for it himself, it was a celebration for him.

 

At the end of the shopping day, the lady had collected a bag, six books, three new leather dresses, a new mobile phone, a pair of leather gloves, an extremely expensive silver bracelet with precious stones, and two new pairs of shoes.

 

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He stopped adding up the total and his heart sank like when he spent the money, throwing 20 euros into a beggar's hat on the street.

 

The carrier bag was heavy on her arms as she followed him to the taxi stand, and his heart swelled as she placed it in the trunk, opened the door for him, and shook his hand in her new red gloves for the first time.

 

It hurt because he knew the best day of his life was coming.

 

"Go now! See you in two days!"