My sister is very ill, in the hospital. Her tests have not gone well, and the doctors are not yet sure what is wrong. I want to go be with her, and I sure my boss would give me the time off. I am very concerned.

Aisha is very concerned that I wear my collar. I have a Velcro collar that is very easy for me to put on. When she comes home, she puts me into another collar, this one with a belt buckle and holes in the leather, with gold tone buckle and hoop. She says it shows that I am the property of a woman of exceptional taste and grace. I have only worn it out of the house when we have been going to a BDSM shop. She never keeps me on a leash, because she knows I will not wander off.

Aisha tells me I can go home, but commands me to wear the collar at all times, and not watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Rome, or Game of Thrones. That is fine, but I will not wear the collar. So Aisha has forbidden me to go back to Dallas.

No, I cannot lie to her. She will ask me my word of honor. I must tell her the truth.

I know Masses were held in my name when I was near death. Obviously, it worked. I have a few friends in monasteries, so I will be calling them.