PART THREE b – The Deal

  "Fetch mommy's towel."

  He dropped it in front of me, standing near the foot of the bed. I had him spread it out, then I sat on the bed and pointed. I smiled as he didn't hesitate to hold my ankles, which I expected, but I was mildly surprised he didn't pause and gave little kisses to my spikes. I told him to stop.

  "Now. I already showed you how to take mommy's spikes off. Start on this one."

  I showed him nicely what wasn't correct, and had him ce them back up correctly, then start over again.

  "That's much better. Now try this one. See if you can do this one right the first time, and impress mommy."

  He did. I put my stocking feet together for just a little bit of kisses and ankle holding in my now used socks, to see if he would do it. To my surprise, he did. I quickly stopped him. I wasn't into completely humiliating him, but I had read that this ritual of dressing and undressing the dominant partner is loved by both among the couples that practice it. I was loving it, and he wasn't compining or hesitating.

  This really isn't a practice in complete humiliation, though it could certainly seem like it to a vanil person. I'm dominant in the bedroom, and he likes it. He gets off on doing what I say. The submissive enjoys this, like he was. They obey you eagerly, like he was obeying me. Hanging on my every word and gesture. Humiliation would be getting my dirty feet licked, and my dirty toes sucked on. That's humiliating when they're clean, and doubly so when dirty. That's not our thing. Neither of us is "into" feet like some couples are, we both think its silly. Which it is.

  What is important though. Couples should like every part of their partner's body. If they don't, this gets them over it. There really are "love chemicals" in sweat, and it really does addict the partner over time. Its important for a bonding couple to enjoy the smell and taste, both before sex and after. I want him hooked on me thoroughly, because I want to keep him, forever. Its why I had him smell me in pces over my body that third date night camping.

  I had him take first one sock off, then the other. I had him put my feet on the towel. Together. I got a few little kisses, then stopped him.

  "Now. If you needed a mild punishment? I would put my dirty socks into your mouth, and you would let me. If you needed that mild correction, and you didn't let me do it? You would get a severe punishment. You don't want a severe punishment, do you?"

  He didn't.

  "All right. You aren't in any trouble, but I'm going to do it once, to demonstrate that I can and will, if I need to. Do you understand you're not in trouble, its just a little demonstration?"

  He did.

  "Good. Now, just to demonstrate in case I ever have to, you'll know what to expect."

  I pointed at my socks ying there, and had him fetch them into my hand. He did. I then reminded him again, it was just a quick demonstration I could. I rolled them up, and shoved them into his mouth. And smiled at him watching him there with my dirty socks in his mouth, with my arms crossed. When I had made my point I could and would do it if I wanted to, I took them out.

  "Now then. That's kind of gross, isn't it?"

  He admitted it was.

  "It sure is. This was a short practice. You can imagine a long practice, like in the preseason. If you need corrected, you could end up with them in your mouth for quite some time. A gentle reminder, who is in charge in bed. If you're good, and you listen to me, you won't get that. If I start getting misbehavior, that will happen. So, try to behave, and you won't end up getting my wet, dirty socks in your mouth all night. Do you understand this little demonstration?"

  He did.

  "Okay. You're being very good."

  We started with taking my ponytail out, and my headband off. Then my wristbands. Then I stood up on the towel and I got my shorts slid slowly down and stepped out of them, and I showed him to make a little pile. Then my panties were st. I rubbed my panties under his nose, and smiled.

  "Yeah. I got a little wet, thinking about doing this after we were done. I like it."

  Then I stood up on the towel, and put my feet together, and pointed. I instantly got my ankles held, and some little kisses. After a little while, I stood with my feet about shoulder width apart, and directed him. Both feet, then ankles, Then every inch of my legs. My entire body got slowly licked. I let him do everything, except my twat. He even gave my underarms a quick few licks each. He lifted my breasts, and got all over them thoroughly. He slowly worked up me, and soon ended up standing to get the top of me. My neck, then finally my face. Then I sat down, feet together, and got some little kisses time. Then I brought him upright on his knees, and I draped my knees over his shoulders like I enjoyed.

  "Now, was that so bad?"

  It wasn't, and I was thrilled.

  Like I said, this isn't hardcore humiliation. If it was, there would be extended dirty foot licking, extended sweaty armpit licking. That's gross, this isn't about humiliation, and we aren't into that. I just get the very tops of my feet done near my ankles, and a quick tiny lick or two on my armpits, to get it over with. Demonstrating a minute with mildly dirty socks was fun, but he knows who is in charge in the bedroom and this reinforces it, solid. In the future he might get a long time of very dirty ones, but only to correct something I want corrected. That would be an actual mild punishment. He actually likes being threatened with being severely punished, its part of the game. I likely wouldn't, but I could and would if I felt like it. The threat of it, being punished severely? Is as I said, both a fun part of the game, and a reminder that I can if I feel like it.

  "You did very well, for your first official dressing and undressing practice session. Mommy is very proud of you."

  He thanked me, without being asked to. He's hanging on my every word, ever since I told him I was being nice and letting that one slip in manners during mommy time slide.

  "Now. Check and make sure the coast is clear. I want all our dirty clothes in the washer and started. Be quick, and be careful no one sees you naked. If you get caught and seen naked? You'll get a very severe punishment ter for it. You're mine to look at, and no one else better ever, and I mean ever, catch sight of you naked. You'll have to sleep face down for a couple nights if it ever happens, even once. So be careful, then report back. Go."

  He gathered them up, and quickly started the washer after dropping in a undry soap gob after a quick scoping out that the coast was clear, and zipped back in and re-locked the door. I told him that was a good job, and I got my knees back over his shoulders again.

  "You're doing very well. After your birthday, you'll get a chance whether to make this permanent or not. Now. Pay attention to all of this. If it goes permanent? You're going to want to get it right. Once its permanent, and I decide you do it well? I'm from then on, going to expect that you take it seriously and do it correctly. You'll get a severe whipping down in the basement, for testing me. I don't want to have to do that, and you don't want that. So don't ever test me. I want this to be fun, and keep us close. Okay?"

  He agreed. Good.

  "Now. You're being trained, to fulfill my fantasy of how I want cared for after a hard practice. I'm going to be very sore and very tired. You won't be licking the sweat off of me, that's just a fun thing after a jog or after a day at school. But I like it. I hope you like it, and agree to make this all permanent. You'll get your chance to decide, after your birthday is over. Now its time for my shower and my bath. Wrap a towel around your naked little ass, and go get the bath and the shower ready. You're practicing for taking care of me after the preseason camp starts. You're pretty good at the shower and the bath, but we're going to make you perfect at it, because I want to really enjoy it. You? Are doing very well, by the way."

  He thanked me for my compliments, and I sent him to get the bath and shower ready.

  At the start of the shower, I expined this was just a short demonstration, like my dirty socks in his mouth for one minute. To show him I could. I was actually very happy with him, it was to show him I could and that was all. I made him open his mouth, and I stuck a bar of soap in it.

  "Dirty socks in your mouth? You have a dirty mouth now. One minute of sock time, and I need two minutes of soap time, to clean it out. If you're ever misbehaving, and I'm nice enough not to give you the severe punishment you deserve for it? I may, at my discretion, choose to give you an hour, or even more if I feel you deserve it, of my socks in your mouth. So, it should be obvious. If you get an hour of dirty socks? You'll then get two hours, of this soap time. Its not fun, is it? No, it isn't. Can you imagine an hour of my dirty socks, to teach you a lesson? It will get followed up by two, whole, hours, of this soap. I'll tie a bandanna around it, and tie your hands to keep it in, if I ever have to. Two hours? You will not be able to spit it out, it will be tied in tight. Your wrists will be tied tight, and it will be horrible. You'll squeal and cry long before its over, and I'll ugh at you, and remind you what it was for the whole time."

  He promised me he'd be good.

  "And if an hour of socks, and two hours of soap doesn't fix the problem? I'll then double it. Two hours of dirty socks, followed immediately by four, whole, hours, of soap time. Soap tied in tight, hands tied tight behind your back. You'll be struggling, and squealing, and crying… the entire time. I'll put music on, and I'll ugh at your struggling, and I'll keep reminding you what it was for. I don't care, if we have to spend a whole day with the socks in, I'll follow it right up, with two whole days of that soap time. Do we understand each other?"

  He said we did.

  "All right. Now give mommy the soap, and rinse your poor little mouth out, go on."

  He did. He made the worst face from just two minutes as a demonstration.

  "Yeah. Its horrible. Don't make me do it. Don't give me a reason to watch you for hours with the soap, okay? Now. Let's practice a good shower on me. You're doing a very good job, I'm very happy with you."

  He thanked me for complimenting him.

  "Good job, not needing told. You could have gotten a mouth full of soap for the whole shower, for not showing me manners. Now…"

  I put my hands on the wall, and got my slow, pampering shower. God, this is heaven. I loved my hot soaking bath, the foot rub, the leg rub, the back and shoulders, mm. After the preseason camp starts, this is going to be just the thing, I swear. No other girl will get this. I'll be the only one, and I'm so lucky and know it.

  I id face down on the bed for my body rub and body massage, both sides more than once. He brought our clothes out of the dryer and dropped all the towels and washrags in the washer. Then I told him how good he had done, and how much I appreciated it.

  I had him get the pte of cut up fruit, and cottage cheese. I had him put spoonful after spoonful into my mouth, and I did it back for him. We kissed pieces of fruit back and forth, and we both liked cottage cheese and did that as well with kisses. I spent a while at the foot of the bed, with my knees over his shoulders, kissing him. Wet and sloppy. Unhurried and intimate. When I heard one of the girls in the shower, I brought him up onto the bed, and spent her entire bath time, kissing him. I took a break until the other one started, with us just ying and hugging. Then more slow, wet kissing throughout her shower time as well.

  Together time like this, enjoying just kissing and hugging, is not just for fun. Most mammals kiss or groom, and it deepens the chemical bond between the couple. Most couples when young and infatuated, will kiss and hug for hours. Over time? It goes down to nothing or quits. It might be just for during or around sex. It shouldn't be. If you lose enjoying it outside of sex, its a step back from a lifetime bond. I don't want that.

  Same with enjoying the smell and taste of the partners body, both directions. If a partner doesn't enjoy their partner's natural scent, dry or sweaty, that's a bad sign. You might enjoy the look of your partner a shit ton, but if you have to "get used" to their scent? That's bad. You have baseline attraction or better with looks, but the scent? That's a chemical signature.

  Most men enjoy their woman's scent, its very rare for men to report they had to get used to it. It usually only happens with men who pick a wife for her family connections or to "marry up". There's no fixing it, you simply aren't in chemical love, and absolutely nothing can change that. There's no way to force it. Now, there are on the other hand plenty of women who will from the get go, make a face and bark at the man for trying to hug and kiss her after work or working out. You smell. You smell like an animal. Don't you dare try that, you go get a shower and I mean now. Don't you so much as sit down, you smell. Go.

  That? Is a clear sign from day one, she's not in chemical love with her man. She picked him on looks alone, because her girlfriends were impressed and she could nd him. Or for his money or connections or something else. If she enjoys it at first, then ter on starts this? She's no longer attracted the way she was. To any men reading this, learn this and never forget it. If a woman pulls this when dating? Drop her, it will never work out well. And, if she starts out liking it just fine, and ter on starts this? She no longer loves and respects you, and is simply keeping you for your money, or her ability to make you do what she says, or some other reason.

  This sudden irritation with the man suddenly "smells" and is ordered to clean up before touching her or sitting down? Is highly associated with women that do the "innocent" girls night out trick. Men, its not innocent, its the farthest thing from innocent as you can get. You're having your tap shut off, and your woman is going out, regurly mind you, to get humped by strange cock. Simple as that.

  After Lightning was cleaned up and changed, she was excited for her date. Jay and the other one, were coming to pick the two of them up, and take them for ice cream and miniature golfing. It was nice to see them going on a normal date. I'm not sure either one had been on a traditional date since starting college, that didn't involve a party or a bar trip. Their only compint was that there was no sex on or after miniature golfing ended. I reminded them, that these were decent men, and it would happen. I made them promise, to not go out and get some strange guy's dick, and at least "try" to have a decent boyfriend, for once. They said they would.

  The next two weeks went wonderfully. Number three started coming out of her room more. Not that we enjoyed her any more than normal, but she was slightly less than her usual self most of the time. She joined us for our little morning practices, but she only does it because she has to. The other two? Love it. She was irked none of the "Army boys" liked her, and that the other two had boyfriends out of that group. She was sour when they enjoyed their time with the guys, watching movies, or going on little dates that weren't expensive.

  I found it very sweet when the guys dropped them off at somewhat "respectable" hours, and were always polite to me. Lightning actually approached me one night at the kitchen table, to ask how to get id. I smiled at my boyfriend at the table with us, having a te night snack together, and suggested the third date was a great time. The girls brought the boys in after their third little date. A traditional movie date, and had the guys in. Me and mine went upstairs, and told them to have fun. In the morning, both guys were nowhere to be found. Me and Wiz smiled. We had been kind of expecting company for breakfast.

  Instead of "tardfoot, tardfoot", the morning teasing was which was responsible for them not getting id yet. Right was bming Lightning for not letting Jay buy her a movie ticket, popcorn and drink, nor anything else. Lightning was questioning what this had to do with her and hers.

  Number three picked up whatever loser she dredged up on her night out on the town. Whoopee. But she was less cranky, and had somewhere to go to get herself out of our hair. If she thought she was punishing us, it wasn't taken as more than a reward. For his birthday, number three was tickled to spend the night with her new whatever the hell he was, she didn't bring him around and we never tried to get it to occur. With the sex ice broken with the other two, they jumped at the chance to stay with their new boyfriends at the "barracks" rooming house for the first time overnight.

  I would have him all day and all night, and into the next day, for fun. My packages had arrived a day apart from each other a couple of days before. I teased him by showing him the stack of handcuffs, but never used them. I teased him by handcuffing him and kissing him, then removing them after a short time. They were for birthday fun. Anticipation is great. I left the other package taped shut, and sweetly warned him that if it got opened before it was time, I would be very angry and he would get a very severe punishment.

  "If you open that one? Its a surprise. And if you ruin that for me, I'm going to be actually angry you disobeyed me. Its for naughty time, that means you have to obey me about it. I'm in charge of all things around sex, so that's that. Now. If you do it? You're going to get hours of dirty socks, and I'll tie them into your mouth with one of your bandannas. That will be followed by twice as many hours of the bar of soap in your mouth I promised you would follow that. I mean it. Do you want to spend you entire birthday alone with me, with dirty socks for hours tied into your mouth? No sex either."

  Turned out he didn't like that idea.

  "Don't forget it. And remember. That will get followed up, immediately? With a bar of soap. I'll tie it in with the same bandanna, and I'll tie your little hands up tight, and you'll cry and scream for hours. Laying here in front of me. I'll ugh and tell you I warned you, and I'll keep reminding you what it was for. I'm talking four hours of dirty socks, which will mean? Eight straight hours of helpless soap time. You'll be screaming the whole time, I promise you. I will not take it out until eight hours is up, and I mean by the clock. Do we understand each other?"

  He smiled and promised we did.

  "Good. Don't forget it. I tried to pn some fun surprises for your birthday, so don't ruin it. We're gonna have the house to ourselves, for a long time. Just think. Naughty, naked breakfast. Naughty, naked movie night. Right in the living room. Not to mention. A whole night of alone time, so you get an idea how much fun it'll be to live alone with me. Sound like fun? Sound like a fun birthday tomorrow?"

  It did, apparently. Big surprise there, huh. Get it, big surprise? I'm a ugh riot. And, all this birthday bedtime story had a big interest level, too. Oops, there's that pun again. Sorry. Except I'm not. I know what I'm doing when I do it. I reached around and told him to keep still, or I'd quit. I pulled my hand off agonizingly slow to start out. Every little twitch called for a stop. I ughed in his ear, and kissed and bit his neck for each pause. I was waiting longer each time to start back up. When I did start up a little faster than before my stoppage? More little twitches, so longer stopping. Then sudden faster movement. Longer neck kisses and biting fun while waiting. So, when the st wait was a long time, with me ughing in his ear? Oh, I was naughty. How I might not even start up again now, and he'd have to try to sleep all night, so horny like that. Laughing and nibbling on his neck. Licking it positively obscenely. Then I suddenly ripped into a high speed frenzy of a warm and soaking wet hand, which was making obscene noises all on its own. Accompanied with the predictable squeals of delight coming out of his mouth that I cmped my hand over tightly to stifle.

  I wiped my hand on him, and told him when he woke up? It would be the start of his birthday fun.

  I got up before him, and wondered why. I sneaked out of bed quietly and stole into the bathroom to pee and get back in. That's when I heard something. I'm naked. I tiptoed back in the bedroom, and pulled on my practice shorts and a practice T shirt. I smiled when I realized this was "his" set, and I was wearing it. Why everyone was up in the wee hours this early, was a mystery. I peeked around the kitchen to the living room, and saw both girls getting up off the couch, and Jay and the other's friend were coming to collect them. I walked in and said hello, and they joked it was goodbye.

  "Ma'am? Thanks for introducing me to Little Lightning here. I like her. She's a cute girl."

  The other one smiled and nodded and said it went for him, too. I told them I should be thanking them, for having the girls going out with such nice men. The guys were collecting the girls early, if that was fine with me.

  "Oh, sure."

  "I know. Its Wiz's birthday. Trust me, I know how rare it is to get a day or a night alone when we all live like this for college, rooming up. If you think this is bad? Try living with all guys in the service for four years. Alone time? You have to escape the base to even think about it. So, have fun and enjoy a fun birthday party. We're leaving early. Fishing trip. The girls said they didn't mind leaving a little earlier. We're staying out fishing, and the girls might stay another night with us, so… have fun."

  The other one smiled, and gave me a little salute. He was nice, too.

  "You have a coach, right? You like the coach?"

  "Oh, yes. Yeah, he's a great guy. He does more than a coach has to on paper, trying to manage the team."

  "Right. We were all army, and Wiz was in the service too, its how we got to be buddies at the gym. But… you saw. He's kinda like a free coach. We get free fight training. He doesn't have to do it. What he does? It's expensive and hard to find someone like that. He does it for free, says he likes getting a workout. So, like he said, enjoy our little present. An empty house? Our little treat."

  Jay chuckled.

  "Yeah. Like Wiz doesn't benefit some too. We're gonna get going. We're trying to be on the water by first light. Bluegill start with the first ray of light. That wakes up the bass, gotta be there or miss it. Tell Wiz we said happy birthday, and enjoy. Come on girls, you gotta get those cute little asses in gear. We miss bluegill? We miss the bass. We miss the bass? We might throw you two in. Come on…"

  He winked at me to let me know he was just teasing my "little sisters". The girls were all smiles. I'm sure that they were looking forward to more than fish all day and all night on the water somewhere. Then a night and day back at the boys rental house. You would normally worry about two young girls staying over at a house full of horny young men, but… these guys were like my own boyfriend. They were, ironically, safer there surrounded by men than here, if number three managed to get them out for a fun night.

  I thanked the boys for my present, and told the girls to have fun. Then, I locked the front door. Creeping back upstairs, I peeked into the half open door of the only one left. Huh. Number three must be trying to be nice to me too, in her own way. She was gone too. Lord only knew where she was staying and with who and doing what. Wow, I suddenly realized. Birthday fun starts before sunrise. I crept back downstairs, and checked the door was locked. I knew it was, but I slid the big bolt over. If you want actual privacy with room mates, a bolted door from the inside guarantees it. Even a key does no good, and you have to knock or call to get in.

  I smiled. Bolt, slid over. The outside world? Locked out temporarily. Home life? Locked out for a couple days and nights. My boyfriend? Locked in with me. Talk about perfect. I sneaked back upstairs, and crept back into the room. Good, it looked like he was still asleep. I crept back into bed like a criminal preparing to pounce on an unsuspecting sex crime victim. Because that's exactly what I was doing, and he would love it.

  I got back into position and sidled up behind him. When the little rustles went away, I waited for the long, deep breathing to come back. There we go. I cmped my hand over his mouth and pulled his head back into me, and slung my leg over both of his. He started awake, and realized it was just me.

  "Don't move. Don't make a sound. No music. You wouldn't want any of the girls to hear. Hands behind your back, little boy. Now. And don't make me tell you twice. Yeah, that's right… good boy…"

  He gave me his wrists, and I clicked on one out of his stack of birthday handcuffs I had been teasing him with. I enjoyed the little clicks and checking how snug they were, then locking the little double lock to keep them from over tightening. I got up and went and got one of the thumb cuffs. I clicked those on his thumbs, after experimenting exactly how they should go on. The little instruction pictures showed how you could do it basically the nice way, or with a slight twist of the hands. Palms twisted together one direction, was more secure. Then I loosened the handcuffs and readjusted them, then re-clicked them again. I just loved the sound. I redid the double lock, and showed him the key, waving it in his face.

  "Now? I won't have to go looking for you in the morning. Hmm. I left the door open, too. Roll over and look, if you don't believe me. You better stay real still, and real quiet. What if one of the three girls gets up, and decides to check on my open door, huh? They'll see you like this. Naked… helpless… just think how embarrassed you'd be. Then? That's nothing. Getting seen naked? That's a severe punishment, you already got told that before. So you know. Now. I'm going down to make an early coffee. You? Better hope no one finds you, or else. And the only reason your little ankles are free? In case you have to pee. And you better hope one of the girls doesn't walk in the bathroom, and see that. Just think how embarrassing that would be, huh? Caught peeing, they realize how helpless you are. Then remember, you'll get punished for it. So… be careful. I'll be back…"

  I left the door wide open, and studied his face. It was all nervous. I waved and smiled and went downstairs, making no effort to be quiet, whatsoever. Hello, little scary ride. Birthday fun. I did it again, I worked some legitimate fear into the scenario, for a second time. Where is my golden whip award, for these convincing performances. I ughed in the kitchen. I hummed and sang. I made noise opening and closing cupboards, looking for things already out. Knowing the noises would reach him upstairs, and frighten him. Dishes cnking. I spun the saucers on the counter, giggling. The clonk of the sauce pan he liked coffee made in.

  It was why I had shut the soft music off, before starting this impromptu extra fun. I wanted him to be able to hear every early morning noise I made, and get his little heart racing from the nervousness of getting "caught" in such a compromising position. Fun. Soon enough, I'd get his little heart racing in a different way. The sun wasn't up yet, and he got his first early birthday present, a short scary ride. I'm devious, and he loves it.

  A sex life like this? Its not really about controlling someone, and getting off on controlling them. That's just a little component of it. It prevents a boring, vanil existence. But why switch Thursday boink night, just for Thursday butt swatting night. That's more spicy and sexy, granted. But the same principle still applies there. This… well, this lifestyle for us? Its meant to be exciting. Any day, at any moment? I can smile and pull the car off on a side road, and head for some woods. Maybe, the trip was a fake and it was the whole point of the trip. Another surprise inside a surprise. Any day, any moment? Your lover can suddenly grab you rough and hiss in your ear, that it's time for… really anything.

  You get a little jump scare, like a cat jumping out in a movie. Then you ugh, it was a fun scare. The scary movie music? You know something's gonna happen… then bang. You like it, the movie is boring without some of those. Just when you're convinced, its another harmless fake jump scare? A real one happens. That's when you get an unexpected something done to you. A new thing, something that recreates that racing heart, that nervousness. That was ter, when he got his big surprise box.

  The real secret? Nervousness and fear, share very simir biochemical body chemistry with sexual excitement. Think about it. Nervous asking the girl out, nervous for a test. Both have sweating, fidgeting, and increased pace of thoughts. Your body is using the same chemicals, to put you into both of these simir states. Sex and violence share a pce close to each other in the human brain. Its not some supposition, you can actually see it on brain scans of people watching images.

  You vanil couples out there? How can a couple dolrs and free shipping, create two days of excitement, anticipation, desire and craving. You just can't. We can though. He knows I located a willow tree walking, and purloined a couple free sticks, for the love of god. He's begging to see them, and I'm smiling and making him wait. Describing them to him, for naughty bedtime stories. We're limited only by imagination and creativity. Try getting that level of fun, excitement, and craving desire between you two, if you're vanil. Go on, let me know how you can keep it up over time.

  I brought home a couple free sticks. He's begging to see them, like a dog. All but running around and wagging his tail, every time I head for my locked closet, just in a case a doggy treat comes out, just in case he gets to py with a stick. Nope, not this time. But his eyes follow me carefully, each and every trip to that closet, without fail. I smile, and reach in, and pull out… a mundane thing stored there. Ha.

  What few college couples manage to get to a steady thing, in today's run around world? Of boys pretending to be bad boys and girls that are whores in all but name. They don't make it very far, before the boys night out weekend is back in. The girls night out is back. Then what. There goes a day or two of every weekend, lost. He'd rather be with the boys now than with you, like those first few magical weeks were. Then, you have to get him back, so Tuesday girls night. Ha. The boys are at the bar, and the other girls are out sport-fucking your man. You're all out doing it to each other, and compining when it gets done to you. Don't you all realize how crazy it all is?

  Mine never did want the bar, and craves alone time with me. A night? Good. A weekend? Great. Holiday break? Even better. We can't wait.

  Time to ramp up that racing little heart now. Coffee is done. Ladies? Try getting that much fun and excitement out of something as simple as making an earlier than usual cup of coffee. Without this lifestyle? Impossible. I'm blushing and smiling and biting my lip in fun before I yell up.

  "Honey! Coffee's done!"

  Then a pause.

  "Sorry! I forgot! Don't wanna wake the whole house up! My bad!"

  I walked upstairs to see him trying to hide under the covers, handcuffed. Its so cute. The frightened little eyes, the blushed little face. Priceless. I left the door open. Smiling.

  "What's the matter, birthday boy? Aw, you scared you're gonna get caught like this, huh? Hmm. That would be embarrassing. Well, for you, I guess it would. Hmm. I made us coffee. Here…"

  I held it out for him to take it.

  "Oh. That's right. You're all cuffed up. I forgot. Not even ten minutes into learning to use them? I'm already in love with them. Best couple dolrs I ever spent. So handy. I'll just set it here, and we'll wait for it to cool. I guess that I'll just have to hold it for you. Hmm."

  I smiled and enjoyed the wait. Then, I finally sipped my coffee when it was cooled down enough I wouldn't burn my lips.

  "You wouldn't want me to burn my lips now, would you. No, I need these lips for ter, huh. Here, be careful. Its still a little hot. You're gonna need those lips to use on me, too."

  I took my time and got the whole cup of coffee into us. Then I fed us the second cup. When I went out to pee, and came back… he was fidgeting.

  "Gotta morning pee, huh? Well. Go on. And be careful…"

  I walked in on him looking at the seat down.

  "Good call. Not wanting to make a mess. Let me help you…"

  I lifted the lid, and aimed it for him. Then I flushed and cnked the lid down.

  "Oops! I forgot to watch that noise. What am I even thinking? I gotta watch I don't wake the whole house up, or… well, you know. Go on. Back to bed. Get…"

  I swatted his ass pyfully to shoo him back in the bedroom, and I left a conspicuously wide open door.