I emailed BT during the day yesterday and asked if he’d be free for half an hour to an hour in the evening. This is me trying out different approaches: asking in advance if he’s available, providing him with an idea of the duration and giving him the opportunity to say “No, tomorrow’s better.” In the past, I might have made my little naughty plans then spring them on him, only to get turned down and feel absolutely crushed. Because hey, how could he refuse kinky sex with me?

So it’s a learning process. In this case, it worked; he did have a bit of free time in the evening. He asked me if it was for HNT pictures. It wasn’t, but I thought it would make a nice addition…

I got home from work and we ate, then I asked if he was still available for a bit of downtime with me. He said he had a few things to finish and we agreed to meet again at 7.

At 6:45, I got up and closed all the curtains. I went through our toy box and selected a collar and some handcuffs, which I set aside for later use. I then went to the bathroom and stripped down to my underwear. Finally ready, I went back to my little computer corner and sat down, waiting for BT. When he showed up a couple of minutes later, he gave my barely clad body an appreciative look and immediately made a comment about what I was wearing. I took the advantage to point out that he was way too dressed and that I wanted him naked. “Naked naked?” he asked. Well, yeah!

While he was taking off his clothes, I grabbed the collar. I waited until he was nude, then I put it around his neck. Next came the handcuffs. He didn’t question, he put his hands behind his back and I restrained him. He can be quite well behaved.

I sat down on the couch and dropped a cushion on the floor in front of me. He knew enough to kneel on it, without needing to be told. I moved closer to him and grabbed his cock, which went from flaccid to f*cking hard in about 3 seconds. Excellent!

I rubbed a bit, then brought my lips close to his ear and whispered “Don’t you dare cum!” Of course, I was aware that this alone would probably bring him even closer to the edge. He was dripping profusely, enough that it started acting as a lubricant and making my job that much easier.

All of a sudden, my phone, which was next to me on the arm of the couch, started ringing. I looked at it and said “I won’t get that.” But after a couple of rings, I changed my mind. I decided that taking the call while still fondling my handcuff Boy Toy would be pretty hot. So I answered. It was my cell phone provider, trying to sell me some sort of new service (GAH!). The guy started by asking me how I was doing, trying to make conversation before offering me anything, so it was a few moments before I could reasonably say “Not interested” and hang up, all the while jerking BT off.

By then, he was pretty lost, begging me to let him cum. Instead, I stopped, because I knew he couldn’t hold it much longer. I removed my panties and sat back, wanting him to go down on me. When he saw that, he thrust his cock forward and said something like, why not fuck instead? I sat forward again and quickly guided him in, let him thrust once or twice, then backed off. I knew this was all he could take.

He really CAN be a good boy: as soon as I sat back, he went right down on me. It felt amazing but I was a bit distracted, my shoulder and back were hurting me. I think I pulled something this weekend. I don’t know if it’s the same for guys, or even other girls, but I can’t really cum if I’m distracted. But I wanted my orgasm, so I resorted to a different tactic. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into me, grinding my pussy on his mouth. That worked beautifully.

BT’s work was done. I got up, picked up a washcloth in the bathroom and wiped his mouth, which was dripping with my juices. Then I uncuffed him and we sat together for a few minutes, relaxing. He told me he wasn’t sure he could hold until Friday. I felt a little bad, since I am punishing him for breaking a “rule” I didn’t really establish first, so I told him if he was really, really good, I might let him cum before then. He said he was good now (which was true) but I still want to make him wait a bit… This is just too much fun.

We took a few pictures for HNT, then he went back to work.

Today, he wrote again that he really needed to cum soon, that just rubbing on the bedsheets this morning brought him close to bursting. Oh, how I love his desperation and begging!

Friday night, Boy Toy and I had a nice supper together, along with good wine and good conversation. We cooked cedar plank salmon (you have GOT to try it!) with a side dish of carrots glazed with balsamic vinegar and butter. (Cooking delicious food is such an important part of our life, and even our relationship, that I’ve decided to share some of our favorite recipes…)

So we ate and talked. Then we moved on to the couch, where we talked some more. After a while, I laid down and put my head on his lap, and he put his hand in my pants. He started playing around with his finger, then asked “Is this the spot?” I laughed and teased him, telling him that after 2 years and a half, he sure should know where my clitoris is… But the truth is, he was slightly off. This just goes to show how rarely he uses his fingers only on me. It’s usually intercourse or his tongue, which do the job beautifully, thank you.

I put my hand over his, guiding his finger to just the right little spot, and I found myself suddenly buckling under the onslaught of sensation. Boy Toy continued exploring, using my body’s reactions to guide him, with my occasional suggestions, until I came nice and hard. A nice, intimate moment which was interrupted by his phone ringing: his friend wanted to know if he’d come hang out.

Boy Toy told him he would “check with the boss”. He put the phone aside and asked me if he could go. This is when I remembered that he told me, a few days before, that he was ready to get back into kinky stuff. I also thought back to our conversation just before, when we’d been talking about properly “training” him. I has asked him if some of his exes trained him, and how. He wasn’t very elaborate on this one, implying that it should be up to me.

I took a quick decision and told him: “You can go, but if you go, you get no orgasm for a week.” After all, he was cutting our nice evening together short, AND he forgot to invite me along to his friend’s. You see, I kinda want to teach him thoughtfulness. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t really want to go and quite enjoyed having some time to myself. He still didn’t think of me, and, well, I just love denying him. The fact that his last orgasm was about a week before only adds to the fun, really.

He cringed but took the phone back and told his friend he’d be on his way soon. I guess he REALLY wanted out of the house

Next morning, in the shower together, I made sure to get him as close to cuming as I could. He was VERY hard and begged me to let him cum. I would gently massage his cock, going faster and faster until I felt he was on the verge, and then I’d stop. I was behind him, with my arms wrapped around his strong, muscular body. After a while, he turned towards me and tried finding a position in which we could fuck, which is not exactly easy standing in the shower, facing each other. He managed it for a bit, until I stopped him because it was just too arduous. I turned my back to him and took his hand, guiding him between my legs.

This is something I really enjoy, feeling his body enveloping me, one hand working on my clit, the other busy pinching my nipple (I’ve realized since I’m with Boy Toy that I really like getting my nipples pinched when I’m horny). I usually feel his hard cock between my legs, sometimes fucking, sometimes not. This time, we weren’t fucking; this was for me, not him. That thought alone got me quite excited and it wasn’t long at all before I came.

Earlier today, I asked him if he was itching to cum, yet, and he said “Don’t mention it!!! It’s been on my mind.”

This should be an interesting week!

Vixen’s PC, over at Secrets of a Blue Eyed Vixen, wrote about cuckoldry earlier this week. They have recently started exploring this aspect of sexuality and PC wrote about it, describing the journey which brought them there.

I found it fascinating to read. It was exciting! The idea of having sex with another man while my Boy Toy stays behind and isn’t allowed to stray, IS hot. I can and you can’t, HA!

I hate to admit it, but it made me a little envious, too. Not envious in the “bad” way, I’m totally happy for them. It’s just that it sounds like Vixen and PC have a very active sex life, while I wish mine was more active. What struck me the most though is how close they seem, how good their communication must be! Because for cuckoldry to work, a relationship has to be on solid grounds. And I wish Boy Toy and I were that good at communicating, I want to feel that close to him.

As an aside, we ARE working on that and I think we’re slowly getting there. Yay!

Anyway, since it was on my mind, I brought it up with Boy Toy without really thinking first. I asked him what he thought of cuckolding, after telling him I wasn’t fully satisfied with how often we have sex… Yeah, I know, way to go me!

Still, he didn’t reject the idea. Far from it. However, he was a bit dumbfounded at the notion that I’d be allowed to go elsewhere, but not him. It’s true that it doesn’t sound fair, and I’ve known from the start that he believes in open relationships. The first thing he said, in fact, when I asked “What do you think of cuckolding?” was, “What, like an open relationship?” I explained that no, cuckolding meant that only the female partner has sex with others, while the male partner knows this and even encourages it. I encouraged him a bit, tentatively saying that it’d be hot, and it fits in the Domme/sub paradigm. Seen that way, it seemed to appeal to him.

But then I realized it wasn’t really a good idea. Not now, anyway. We aren’t on solid enough grounds, we aren’t good enough yet at communicating. We’d have to talk about it quite a bit, I’d say. And the thing is, if I’m not satisfied with our sex life, I don’t think sleeping around is a good idea at all. I believe it should be an enhancement to our sexuality, not a replacement or fix. Like I said, solid grounds… Otherwise, it would be too dangerous to our relationship.

There’s also the fact that I feel a little bad/guilty about it because of how unfair it might seen, especially knowing that Boy Toy believes in *open* relationships. Yet fair or not,  I know for a fact that I couldn’t bear with the idea of him sleeping with someone else. I’m wayy too insecure for that. I have issues with whether he likes hanging out with his friends more than with me, so imagine if he slept around! Obviously not a good idea. Not now, anyway. We have a few kinks to work out (excuse the pun), first.

Despite this, I do find the idea really hot and it is not impossible at all that we explore it in the future. I’ve already kissed another man, right in front of Boy Toy to boot. He didn’t mind at all

What’s interesting is that according to Wikipedia, there is a biological origin for the fetish of cuckolding:

“The excitement and stimulation of the cuckolding fetish emerges from the biology of sexuality and the effects of sexual arousal on the brain. When a male believes that his female mate may have been sexual with another male, the male mate is prompted by biological urges to copulate with the female, in an effort to “compete” with the other males’ sperm. The effects of sperm competition are well documented. Further, when initiating sex, the male mate thrusts harder, deeper and longer, in efforts to remove the sperm of the other male, and is biologically driven to have sex multiple times. While he may be unable to have sex more than once under usual circumstances, the cuckolded male is prone to repeated sexual efforts. Meanwhile, the wife enjoys greater sexual stimulation, first by her other male lover and second by her cuckolded husband. In addition, the wife enjoys the neurochemical “highs” triggered by entering into a romantic or physical relationship with another lover. These highs include the effects of oxytocin and other neurochemicals which trigger excitement, euphoria and other feelings common to the beginnings of romantic relationships. These neurochemicals change over time, and as a relationship persists, with neurochemicals changing to ones that promote bonding, planning and nurturing. When a wife takes a new lover, she triggers the neurochemicals of a new relationship, bringing home excitement to her husband.”

How fascinating is that?

The good news for Boy Toy and I in all this is that we got to talk about our sex life and we decided we will make more efforts to bring it back to life, so to speak. The other good news is that while talking about this, he started going on about how “just sex” isn’t that interesting to him, that he likes kinky stuff, etc., which surprised me in a way because of the break from kink he had asked for… When I reminded him of this, he said that he thought he had told me he was ready to start again. No, he hadn’t, but I’m happy to know it now  *evil grin*

What’s more, we now have something new to fantasize about. In fact, last night I dreamed I was meeting another man during my lunch hour, for sex. The details are blurry, but I remember getting into the restaurant and realizing there were all these people I know. He finally showed up and sat with me, and the people sitting behind him were a friend of mine and… an ex of his! So we left to find a hotel, and that’s about as much as I remember.

It was his birthday last month, so I decided I’d do a little something. I couldn’t exactly go all out, since he doesn’t do birthdays (I think he doesn’t like all the attention) but he’s important to me and I wanted this day to be special. Aside from the three books I got him, I thought I’d cook for him. We love good food and usually find we can make the best dishes at home – restaurants often disappoint us. Besides, a tête-à-tête evening would be much more intimate.

I stopped by the house after work and set the stage: I still had a few things to pick up – a cake, wine and scallops – and I told him to close the curtains and make sure he stripped before I got back. When I returned, he was patiently waiting for me, sitting naked on the couch. Putting my bags on the counter top, I said “I’m going downstairs to change into something more comfortable. In the meantime, I want you to put on the chain harness.”

I selected a matching bra, garter belt and thong set and slipped a little tunic-like sleeveless shirt over it. If I bent forward slightly, my ass was exposed. I went back upstairs to find him wearing the harness, with the lock still open. When I noticed the lock, I said “What are you doing?” and quickly locked it, before he could so much as blink. He blushed.

I had him open the bottle of wine – a Masi Campofiorin – and pour us each a glass; the alcohol really helps relax him when he’s in a… predicament.

We started with the food, heating up the entrée I had already prepared the day before. When it was time to cook the scallops, Boy Toy went to work. That’s right, his birthday, yet he got to do (part of) the cooking. What can I say? He is the better cook and when it comes to cooking scallops to perfection… I trust him more than myself.

We sat at the table, I wearing my lingerie and he, his harness, and ate. The food was awesome. You cannot go wrong with seafood!

Once finished, we sat on the couch, sipping our wine. After a little while, I took a cushion and dropped it on the floor, in front of me. I looked at him, then pointedly at the cushion, and he understood. He went to his knees on the cushion, facing me. Without saying a word, I removed the socks, garter belt and thong.

He went to work and… Oh, God! It had been a while since he’d gone down on me. Having him strut around in his little chain harness all evening had gotten me in the mood quite nicely. Not to mention that he’s GOOD at oral sex! I believe I came in less than a minute, feeling his tongue on my sex, his face between my legs.

I did not intend on letting him cum. I thought this would make a great birthday gift: denial. But what do they say about the best laid plans? After my orgasm, he got up and, towering over me, started rubbing his penis on my wet pussy, kissing me, pinching  my nipples… Hmmmm. I grabbed him and got the head of his penis properly lubrified with my juices, then guided him in, saying he could have one stroke. Predictably, he started pumping and it felt too good to stop him. Soon, he was begging me to let him cum and I did not find the heart to refuse him.

I’m glad I didn’t, and I think he now appreciates birthdays just a little bit more.

We’re just a week into 2010 and I wanted to talk about my “almost” resolution to start exploring sex and kink with my boy again. I had the same idea last year, though I don’t have much to show for it; our explorations have slowed down to a crawl. Besides, I don’t do the “resolution” thing (which explains the “almost”). Although I might want to reduce the drinking a little. Not stop, mind you. Just not drink as much when I do drink.

But anyway… I think I kinda got lost along the way. Earlier this week, I wrote about some of the things I’ve realized of late, things that just go to show how lost I was relationship-wise. I feel much more grounded these days. Perhaps there are still issues to look into, but I don’t feel so worried over everything. Whatever issue I gotta work on, I’m not so worried about because I know it’ll be OK, with time. Much progress.

I’m thinking our sex life followed the same path, in large part because sex reflects the health of a relationship. But I also think I was going at our D/s games from the wrong angle. Perhaps I wanted to please Boy Toy too much and I forgot to try and find out what really gets ME off. I think I kinda felt like I HAD to be kinky. I mean, I always had fun with all our games, and I’m not saying I didn’t actually like any of it, but maybe sometimes it was a little empty or even a little forced, on my side. Maybe that’s why Boy Toy doesn’t seem all that interested these days. Or maybe, like he says, it’s just winter getting to him.

What I think this actually means is I failed at introspection. “I forgot to try and find out what really gets ME off” is the key, here. Looking back, I know many (most) things we did turned me on. I remember when I first locked Boy Toy in a chastity device. It got me wet. And dominating him has often created a noticeable, quite pleasing, throbbing down there… So maybe “empty” and “forced” are too strong here, maybe what I meant was “not well thought out”. I know I liked it, but I don’t know exactly what I liked.

I’ve therefore decided that along with finding myself, I will also work on exploring and understanding my kinks. That sounds like fun… If only I knew how to go about it! I guess that’s also part of the fun

I do know the first step: talk more with Boy Toy. I often feel like he’s not interested in sex and like he doesn’t find me sexy. Nothing to help me want to be kinky… These are probably my own interpretations, and asking him what he actually thinks should help straighten things out. Understanding what goes on in that head of his, what turns him on, what happens when he doesn’t feel like it, should all help me know when and how to approach him and how to take his refusals. Phew!

I do have a few ideas of things I want to get into with Boy Toy. There are beginnings of naughty scenarios in my head… I just have a hard time finishing said scenarios and putting them into action! For instance, I gave him an assignment a couple of months ago:

“Here’s an assignment for you: you are to find a theme for some sexy time together. What I do with the theme is up to me, but you must provide it. If this isn’t clear enough, think about that time I dressed as a sexy policewoman and arrested and questioned you… That would have been my take on the “police” theme.”

He came up with “renovation project” or “home repair guy”. I had beginning of ideas, started to work on something, and… stalled. I still intend on doing it, I just need to figure out WHAT I’ll do to him! Any ideas, anyone? Think “dominatrix needs a handyman” and what she’d do to said handyman if she found him to her liking…

Also, I watched Secretary the other day. I had never seen it before, and I quite enjoyed it. While watching it, I couldn’t help but think that had it been just 3 years ago, I wouldn’t have understood this movie and would have probably thought it fucked up. Funny, how things change! I’m wondering if I shouldn’t recommend it to a non-kinky friend or co-worker, just to see their reaction? *evil grin*

To be honest, I was fascinated by this movie. Very interesting to see the characters’ evolution, and very intriguing also. I gather that the girl never really knew about D/s but what about the guy? I’m not sure what his history was. There must be tons of analysis of this movie online and when I have a bit more time, I’ll check them out. Very curious!

The movie was inspiring, too. After I finished watching it, I couldn’t help but think of things I could do to Boy Toy. I envisionned myself tying him up to a chair and stuffing my underwear in his mouth for a gag. Hmmm… And maybe he needs more rules around this house. Kneel and kiss my feet when I come home from work? Sweep the floor every day? It sure would be nice to have a cleaner house… lol

I need to think about this more. What effect would such rules have on him, and which ones do *I* actually want? Which ones would turn me on? Boy Toy always counters with “It becomes a chore if it’s routine.” Is that really true of everything, and if so, how to get around it? I think I like the idea of a routine much more than he does. I liked it when he knelt in front of me to smoke. I miss it. Perhaps it’d make it hot to him if he knew I insist on it and it pleases me? More things to think about and discuss with him…

I feel like I’m back at square one. I’ve explored kink, now I’m about to start exploring ME.

I am seriously considering having Boy Toy serve me for a one week term, very soon. Might even take him for two weeks, since he owes me as much.

While I am toying with the notion, I’m coming up with a few ideas of things to have him do during his service. I’m thinking of assignments, perhaps one assignment a day. It could be a different one every day, which I would only reveal at the time he has to perform his task, or it could be a list of 3 or 4 tasks which he would have to memorize. I could then say something like “Ok, time for your daily task. Go ahead and do number 3.” Forgetting what said number stands for would grant him punishment. I wonder which is hotter, for a submissive? I imagine it depends on one’s personal preferences, but if anyone has an opinion, I’d love to read it. For me, both sound hot.

Then there is the idea of imposing a certain appearance or posture. When I come home from work, he is almost invariably upstairs working on his computer. There might be something there… Like having to come downstairs to greet me (which he doesn’t always do, sometimes he’s deep in his code). I think I’d like him to come kneel in front of me and stay in position until I release him. Or something. Yeah, this is definitely a possibility.

As for appearance, it could be a piece of clothing, but preferably a collar or wrist restraints which lock. A little tricky however, because he might have to get out of the house for errands during the day. We do have this slave collar that’s not too hardcore. Maybe it’s a little feminine for my manly Boy Toy, though. We have various cock and ball devices, as well: the CB6000, the Houdini (which you’ve seen in my recent HNT pictures), a very pretty “designer” cock ring, an oval ball stretcher, and I believe he has one of these ball stretchers as well, which I’ve never used on him. I could definitely make him wear one of these for a while.

I might also like to have him exercise. Say, 90 sit ups a day. But while wearing one of the items mentioned above. After all, I like my Boy Toy to have nice abs…

Foot massages are on my list. Regular massages and pussy worship, too. I also kinda like it when he washes and shaves me.

Oh! I could tie him up and bring myself to orgasm with my vibrator while he watches, helpless. And in that case, there probably wouldn’t be any orgasm at all for him during his service. Gotta make sure he’s all good and worked up. Besides, orgasm denial is always hot.

Hmm I think I may even take advantage of the situation and have him do a real nice house cleaning. Provide him with a list of chores, maybe.

What do you all think? What do you find hot in the things I’ve enumerated, and why? And what would you suggest?

I think I need a house slave.

I have family coming over for supper, next weekend. It’ll be the first time anyone in my family visits me at Boy Toy’s, and boy, do I feel self-concious about the mess! I’ve been here a while now but I haven’t gotten around to getting the place girl-clean. It’s just too much for me alone, and Boy Toy’s been crazy busy, on top of everything.

That’s not to mention the whips, crops and paddles lying around. And dirty pictures. Ok, ok, the pictures aren’t that bad. Just sort of fetishy-glam. Boy Toy doesn’t think we should take them down for my visitors but I’m not so sure. I at least wanted to take down the ones of me… But Boy Toy thinks we shouldn’t. I guess this will be a good test? One thing’s for certain, the toys will be put away. They’re not that obvious but they COULD be noticed. Unless I tell them it’s part of the decor?

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I have to confess to stealing someone else’s idea. Remember in my post last Sunday, I said that some blog posts I read gave me kinky inspiration and I was coming up with the beginnings of a naughty scenario? Well, I decided to make it happen.

The idea came from Sandy, over at Outside Vanilla, who was inspired by Thumper’s Belle Fille. It started with Thumper’s account of his Belle Fille allowing him to fuck her with the sole purpose of achieving his own orgasm. Sandy loved the idea of the “unenjoyable orgasm” and decided to put her own twist on it: Mykey was to get a forced orgasm every day for a week, by his own hand, while she watched. To add to the fun, he had to eat his own sperm afterward.

I loved the concept as well, and decided to put MY own twist on it. It wasn’t very different from Sandy’s take: once a day Boy Toy would have to have an orgasm while I watched. I opted not to make him eat his cum, though, because I seriously doubt he’d do it. It’s already hard enough just getting him to masturbate in front of me… Knowing he’d be difficult and might not even be able to finish, being very shy about it, I allowed for a way out. If he failed in his “task”, he would receive a spanking. Ten hits with the crop. 

I really thought this idea was hot and was totally stoked about trying it out. Unfortunately, it didn’t exactly turn out as I had hoped. Read the rest of this entry »

I’m back! Well, I’ve been back a few days, but haven’t had the time or energy or inspiration to write here. There isn’t much happening in my world, in terms of kink, these days.

I did broach the subject with a friend, though… It’s interesting, the conceptions people have of kink, D/s or BDSM. Last week, a (vanilla) girlfriend of mine was going on about what kind of guy she would like to meet and I suggested: “You should go for a submissive guy.” Her reaction was revulsion. “I’m not attracted to that type of guy, I need a strong-willed guy, someone with personality, a spine…”

Which is exactly what Boy Toy is. Yet he’s submissive. That’s just it, though. If he was the spineless, “I’m worthless” kind of submissive, I wouldn’t be attracted to him. I like that he submits to me, but I also love his spirit and it’s with a lot of fondness that I call him a brat. Roo-roo had a nice way of putting it, a couple weeks back: “What fun is it to dominate a limp noodle?” His whole post was about exactly that.

I might not be the most experienced Dom out there, but it seems kind of logical to me that a dominant woman would want to dominate someone who’s strong. Submission means nothing if the person would obey anyone from the opposite sex.

Boy Toy has told me quite a few times that he likes being owned by ME… And I like to think that he wouldn’t obey another Dom, unless I told him to. He’s independent, smart and self-confident, and he obeys me. The best part is that it turns him on. Now, THAT’s hot!

Roo-roo also mentions attraction, chemistry, and he’s right. Of course, I’m talking about a relationship here. If my sub is also my boyfriend, then there’s gotta be attraction and chemistry. And I’m sorry but I’m just not attracted to the insecure type. It’s nice to feel proud of my Boy Toy, to think he’s the hottest and greatest thing out there, AND to know that he’ll kneel in front of me or wear a chastity device if I tell him to.

I’m starting to really like this living arrangement. Sunday, I realized I needed kitty litter. I don’t like buying it because the kind I get comes in a big container which is fairly heavy. I can manage the walk back home, but I do get sore and I’d rather avoid it if possible. So I asked Boy Toy: “Do you miss masturbating?” Because, you see, he’s not allowed to unless given permission. So we struck a deal: he’d get to masturbate once this week if he picked up the litter for me.

Then last night, Boy Toy was at a friend’s house when I went to bed. I left him a cute lover’s note in the bathroom, it said: “Hello Boy Toy. I want you to put on the CB6000.”  

So now Boy Toy is in the chastity device, yet he’s been given permission for one orgasm this week. I remembered this when I wrote the note, but as of now, I haven’t yet decided how I’ll settle that one. I might leave him the key one day when I go to work, with orders to lock the thing back on once he’s done his business. It could be hot, though, to have him do it at a specific time. In front of me.

Tonight, Boy Toy came downstairs wearing nothing but a flimsy pareo. I was lazing around on the couch and told him to take the thing off. It turned out to be a great idea, as Boy Toy was coming down to clean up the kitchen and he now had to do it naked. I sat back and watched him finish the dishes and clean the counter top. When it looked like he was done, I suggested: “Sweep the floor.” Without a word, he picked up the broom and went to work.

Next, I told him I needed a foot rub. I allowed him a little break first, though. Enough of a break for a cigarette and a coffee.

Finally, after the foot rub, I had him make a little something for my lunch at work tomorrow. I initially asked that he prepare my coffee for the morning too (it’s a programmable machine) but I took pity and did it myself while he worked on my lunch.

I’m such a kind, generous owner