Tee spat at me, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Going to bed?"

"With me, asshole! In my bed! I thought I made that that clear last night!"

Well, okay. That was a good sign that Tee wasn't as angry at me as I had thought. We snuggled, me in my cage and fell asleep.

"Out," she said. "Make coffee. Be helpful," she upon rising the next day. She allowed me to watch her stretch. Yum.

She smiled. "Perv."

"It's your fault," I smiled back.

"Go," she giggled shooing me out of the room.

Well, our morning resumed its normal flavor. I was not allowed either to dress or undress her. She showered alone, did her makeup and dressed in private. Me? I was trying to work on "She Had A Gun", my novel. I got a little bit done and made some progress. Then she announced that she was leaving and I scrambled out to the kitchen. Pin-striped black suit, snugly fit, same skirt, same condition, moderate heels. Ouch. She looked good. But in my condition, burlap would have had the same effect. "God, you look beautiful," I said meaning it.

She kissed me lightly, not deeply and smiled as she said, "And you have my permission to keep saying that."

I tried to hug her and she said, "Nope. Don't mess with perfection."

The whole scene left me floating in mid-air. Little Boy was crying his heart out - or as Tee would have said - having a tantrum. I tried to think of the technical aspects of my job and that only partially deflated my problem. Yeah, the day went slow. Still, six o'clock came and I heard the garage door open. Pavlov kicked in and Little Boy stuck up his head and started ranting. Yep, trained like a lab dog.

Tee gave me my instructions for the night. "Undress me, then red pants, black boots, white turtleneck sweater. and don't forget the umbrella. It's raining like armageddon is just around the corner. All I heard was pants, boots , sweater.

"Where are we going for dinner?"

"Olive Garden?"

"Good choice, dog," she said with a mild giggle.

"Thank you," I said.

It was an odd night. Oh, no. She had a great time. She knows I get talkative when I'm horny and I'd been that way for nineteen consecutive days - ever since my last orgasm. We talked about the stupidest things and she smiled, waved her fork in the air and laughed. LB began kicking over chairs and screaming insults at everyone.

Then home. She did not want to me to undreess her. Instead, she flopped in her recliner and asked, "Need to come?"

A trap. "Um, no. But I'd like to."

"Denied. Tell me how beautiful I am."

That was easy. "Arphodite incarnate, sunrise, sunset, the Full Moon. Your lines are classically perfect. Your smile lightens my load. Your giggle makes me forget my name. Your green eyes shine like jade in the night. I kiss your hand and wish we were in Venice, or Rome, or Paris. Empires die on your whim, foolish mortal crash themselves upon the rocks thinking they can have you at their whim. It is they who exist at yours. I die for a smile."

"Oh, god," she said with a true smile. "Really?"

"I wrap myself around your picture, kiss it, and feel insignificant against your power over me. The touch of your skin brightens my day and makes the storm clouds open to bright daylight."

She giggled. "You just like my ass in these pants."

"True, babe," I said.

She got up and came to where I sat watching the Cavs snuff the Lakers. She put her head in my lap and smiled up at me. "I hope you don't mind. I just want to relax tonight." I reached to touch her and she slapped my hand. "You can look but not touch. You're being punished."

"Oh, you're good," I said with a smile.

She put her hands under her boobs and stuck out her tongue at me. Then she smiled and said, "I love our life."

"No more than I do."

"Well, we'll see after Saturday night."

"Six o'clock,"I said. "Yeah. I remember."

She whistled. "I'm just glad it isn't going to be me."

"Not even a hint?"

She smiled, crooked her finger at me and whispered conspiratorilly, "Just one. I'm glad it isn't going to be me."

She rolled onto her left side and exposed the profile of her bust to me. It made me squirm and she giggled. "Like what you see?"

"Love it."

"Wanna touch?"

"Yes."

"Denied." Then she giggled.

LB was having a major meltdown. I squirmed.

She smacked me. "Just sit still and be horny." Then she said, "My boob itches. Scratch it."

"Sure," I said. I got a handful of her breasts and she said, "Scratch, not fondle." I started scratching. Anything to touch her. "Wow. That grope felt nice. Do it again." I did. She moaned. Oh, no. Please, god. No. "Oh, that's nice," I said as I held a handful. "Squeeze just a bit." I did and she sprung up, "Bedtime!" She turned off the TV and dragged me into our bedroom.

Foreplay consisted of an hour's worth of time undressing her. I got to touch everything, including the Queen. She moaned when I did and threw herself around me and said, "Oh, my God that felt nice." I ran my fingertips over her ass and she shivered. "Again." I did. The same result. Take my boots off. I did. "My pants." I did. "My bra," I did. Then she threw herself on the bed and said, "Have your way with me."

Two orgasms later, she was sated. She stretched, giggled and said, "Oh, my god. You outdid yourself."

"And my reward is?" I asked hopefully.

She rolled onto her tummy, her feet in the air and waved her fingers at the clothes all over the floor. "Fold them up and put them away."

A woman's version of sex. I still smelled her on my face. Still, I gathered up her things and got involved in their touch. I treated them reverently and treasured the way they felt in my hands. I put the bootliners in her boots and put them next to her heels. I put her bra way and touched her others. I folded her pants just right and hung them neatly from a hanger, the sweater, too. If you read that I was horny, you win the prize. Worse? When I turned back to the bed when I was done, she was under the covers asleep.

I sighed because she was so absolutely beautiful. "Little Boy? Resign your to it. You have to survive Saturday night before your going to get to come out and play."

He didn't like it. He never does.

At least Tee snuggled when I put my arm saround her. Then she wiggled her butt in my crotch and giggled.

Even asleep she's better than me.

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