When I came back from work today, there was a wrapped present in my letterbox. When I unwrapped it, it turned out to contain a DVD–and from that I knew that the present must have come from Daniel, because we talked about this special movie in the restaurant yesterday. I mentioned that I saw it once on the TV, and that I liked it and wanted to see it again.

There was also an envelope. It contained a card reading: "Hello, Dolly! That's a little something to say thank you for yesterday. You are really unbelievable. I hope you enjoy it. Daniel". On top of the text there was the picture of a somewhat strange mixture of a heart and a cunt.

At first, I really enjoyed the present, but then the thought crossed my mind–considering the aspect, *why* I got it–as if this present obviously wasn't very different from some sort of refund. Wasn't it meant to actually *pay* me for being his fuckdoll?

But then I thought about it the other way: Why should it be wrong, even *if* he meant to pay me? Nobody got harmed! We both had fun, and I can watch that movie again, as often as I like to. If there is something more in to me, besides all the thrill and fun of actually being a bimbo, why should I feel bad about it? This really doesn't make any sense. But having fun and enjoy the advantages of my new lifestyle *does* make sense very well. When I realized that, I cheered up again... and I'll have a nice movienight this evening. :-)