ok, this is going to sound weird, but i swear i have some kind of magnet on me. wherever Madam and i live, i somehow end up befriending an elderly stoner lady. i do not plan this. i do not seek it out. it just… happens.

and yes, it finally happened here too.

i was out late one night, just walking. about three miles from the estate when i passed this building and saw a woman struggling with a heavy box near the entrance. no one else around. i ran up and offered to help. she stopped, looked me dead in the eyes, studied me for a second, then nodded. i passed the test apparently.

turns out she lived on the fourth floor and the elevator was broken. so up we went. four flights. box in arms. she did not complain once. just shuffled steadily beside me like she had been carrying boxes up broken elevators her whole life.

when we reached her flat, she invited me in for coffee. never one to refuse hospitality, i accepted. while she brewed it, i wandered a bit and looked at the photos lining her walls. incredible travel shots. mountains, deserts, old cities. she had clearly lived.

we sat at her kitchen table. she poured coffee. then casually offered to “warm it up” from a little flask she kept nearby. sure. why not. we ended up drinking more of that special heated coffee than was strictly necessary.

then she reached for a wooden cigar box, opened it up, and revealed a small treasure trove of neatly rolled joints. she lit one, handed it to me like we had known each other for years, and just like that, we were friends.

she is sharp. very sharp. within an hour she had gently pried enough out of me to figure out my dynamic with Madam. she asked direct questions. listened closely. turns out she used to be a psychologist, which explains a lot. she has a way of getting you to talk without realizing how much you are saying.

she understands my role. not in a judgmental way. not in a curious tourist way. she gets it. she even said she is comfortable continuing the power dynamic when i am in her home. she finds it fascinating.

in fact, she told me that when i come over, i do not need to bother with clothes. i am allowed to strip naked once inside. she says she enjoys looking at me, and frankly, she says it in a way that feels observational rather than predatory. nothing sexual has happened between us, although Madam has given permission if it ever did. but right now, it is simply companionship, conversation, and very strong coffee.

so yes. another elderly stoner lady has entered my orbit.

i do not know why this keeps happening.

but i am not mad about it.