Miss had an appointment at the hairdressers in the afternoon and looked fantastic. She’d also bought a little black satin dress and took it into the bedroom to get changed. Although I was suppose to be cleaning the kitchen I couldn’t resist going and ‘checking’ on her. She was sat on the bed in her dressing gown and I noticed the black satin basque I’d bought her lying on the bed. Her birthday is at the beginning of May and she’d only worn it for me once saying she had to be “in the right mood” and it wasn’t very comfortable.
“You’re not wearing that are you, Miss” I asked a bit put out that she was considering wearing it for this guy we hardly knew.
“Well it goes with my new dress.” Was all she replied.
It did have an advantage because I have to help her put it on. And as she took her dressing gown off and turned her back to me I got a glimpse of the side of her breast. She has smallish B cup breasts but they are a perfect shape.
As I did the hooks up the back for her I wondered what sort of mad sadist deigns women’s clothes. I hadn’t even spent a week in lingerie and it is so uncomfortable I hate it; it cuts into you and needs adjusting constantly.
Miss then sent me from the room whilst she finished getting ready. Usually it takes her an age to get ready, but as she’d already decided what to wear, and had her hair done I figured we’d have a couple of hours together before she left for the evening. Wrong. Almost an hour later I knocked on the bedroom door and opened it. She was STILL doing her make-up and back in her dressing gown. She told me to go away.
She had a taxi booked or 7.30pm and the doorbell went just after and she called to me to let him know she’d be there in a minute. I opened the door a little and called out “Be there in a minute”.
When she came into the front room she looked absolutely stunning and elegant. The dress was low cut and mid-thigh length so she was showing some but not too much leg. I knew that like me she was wearing stockings, but for entirely different reasons – hers were to excite, mine were to embarass and humiliate. They were both working.
It suddenly hit me that she’d gone to all this effort for another man, not for me. I knew I couldn’t just let her leave.
“Please, don’t go.” I pleaded. “I can cook us a nice meal and we can stay in tonight.”
“Don’t be silly, you know I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” She replied. “And I can’t let Cath and Tony down after going to all the effort of inviting us round for a meal.”
“But I don’t want you to go, please” I said taking hold of her hand.
She pulled her hand away, “Well I want to go. Look you agreed to this and it’s going to happen whatever you say.”
Just then the taxi driver sounded his horn.
“Look I’m already late. I’ll see you later, OK?”
She opened the door and just before closing it turned round and said “It’ll be alright, I promise you. Don’t wait up.”
She was gone. I pulled the curtain aside and watched her get into the taxi and get driven away.
I did some washing and ironing and settled down to watch the TV but couldn’t really concentrate. All I could think about was Miss sitting down to dinner with Catherine, Tony and Chris; laughing and flirting and enjoying herself whilst I was sat here in front of the TV. I was sure they’d be laughing at my expense and I started to get pretty upset thinking about what they be saying. I already knew Tony’s opinion of me.
I went to bed at about 2 – Miss still wasn’t home and my mind was going into overdrive and I could only imagine what was happening. I tried to sleep but my mind just kept turning over and over. Would she be kissing him…or worse still?!
It was almost four when I heard her come in and go straight to the bathroom. I heard the shower and about 20 minutes later the bedroom door quietly open. I was going to pretend to be asleep but I wanted to speak to her, to make sure she was OK, to make sure we were OK.
“Hello,” is all I could think to say (genius I know).
“Are you still awake?” Miss answered, yawning.
She slipped her dressing gown off and climbed into bed.
“I was worried about you, are you OK?”
“I’m more than OK, I’m great, but I’m really tired.”
I noticed a mark on her neck and realised she had a love bite. Even early in our relationship she’d always stopped me giving her love bites saying they looked cheap and tarty and now she had one on her neck.
“Did he bite you, oh god and you sure you’re OK?”
“Oh these she said,” moving the collar on her pyjama top to show she actually had two.
“We got so carried away I didn’t even realise he was doing it.” She said with a giggled before leaning over and turning off the bedside light.
I moved closer to cuddle into me but she gently pushed me away.
“I’m exhausted, can we just sleep?” she asked.
“I just need to know, did he…” I trail off, feeling embarrassed and stupid.
“Did we sleep together? Is that what you want to know? Yes we did…well we didn’t sleep but you know what I mean.”
I could help myself and started to sob, even though I was biting my lip and trying to stop.
I heard her sigh in exasperation and the table lamp came back on.
“Look what did you expect? Chris and I slept together. You must have known it was going to happen.”
“I thought you were just teasing me…and you hardly know him.”
“I know him a lot better now,” she said sarcastically. “And this isn’t about you, when will you understand that?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You’re not going to lose me, silly boy,” she replied, sitting up. “Look, come here.”
She pulled me into the pit of her arm and opened. “Would you like a suckle.”
It was something we’d always loved doing in the past; me lying on her arm, gently sucking and suckling on her breast and I couldn’t believe she’d actually offered.
“Be careful my nipples are a bit sore.”
Miss actually had another love bite just above her nipple but I didn’t say anything and just gently took her nipple into my mouth.
“I may have slept with Chris, but I came home to you. I need you just as much as you need me. So put all this silly thoughts out of your head.”
We stayed like that for some time, silent, enjoying the warmth and tenderness of each other’s bodies, before Miss said we should go to sleep now.
To be honest my mind had been working over time and I was as worn out as her.
I woke early and decided to surprise her with breakfast in bed. When I took the tray in she’d just woken and I sat on the bed and told her how beautiful she was. She smiled, “Even with my love bites, or despite them?”
“Even with them,” I replied.
Later that day I had my hands cuffed behind my back for my weekly clean. Once Miss had soaped me down and cleaned me she commented on the fact that again this week I hadn’t “tried to get hard”.
“It’s funny it looks even smaller now, compared to Chris’s.”
I blushed and apologised, knowing she was enjoying teasing me. It felt odd and made me feel naked without the CB-3000. It’s actually feels part of me now. It may sound mad but I’m proud of it, proud that I belong to Miss. I couldn’t deny she was a lot happier today than she’d been in a while. It was almost like having the old Angelina back, and even though she made a couple more comments during the day about Chris I tried not to let them get to me. After all she HAD come home to me.
When I got home Miss was in a bad mood. She’d had a bad day at work and despite promising her, Chris still hadn’t called. She admitted they’d arranged to go out this Friday but now it was looking doubtful. This may sound crazy but it made me angry. I was angry at him for sleeping with Miss, but also for not phoning her. I could feel the rejection she was feeling. He’s obviously a total wanker and she deserves more respect
Originally posted 2014-09-26 06:58:26.