I was laying in the arms of my lover, Richard, when my husband came into the master bedroom and asked if we would like eggs for breakfast. There was nothing unusual in this as James has been trained by me to be a good host and obedient servant to any guests I bring home. Not that Richard is a guest, he is rather a part of my extended family. As my lover he instils some fear in James and that is as it should be. It is nothing that Richard has said or done but rather his general attitude to James. In the beginning he tried to befriend my lover by being matey to him. Asking after his car or commenting on how his favourite football team was doing. Richard really didn't engage in this kind of chat but rather gave a curt one word answer and by dismissing him to get on with cleaning his car or to continue with his chores.
After our scrambled egg breakfast Richard came over to my stool by the kitchen island and held me in his arms kissing my neck and whispering sweet words of love. I noticed James looking at us as he tidied the kitchen and I told him to get on with making the beds and tidying upstairs.
"What do you think you are doing you stupid wimp. How dare you look at your betters. Mmmmm Richard do that some more, pretty please. Why are you still here James? Oh and clean Richard's shoes before he goes too."
"I don't know why you allow him in the kitchen after he has cooked breakfast and served us. He should be in the utility room where he belongs. Oh I might be going on a business trip tomorrow. I won't know until later today but I will keep you informed, ok?"
"OK babe, I will be here as always waiting for you."
About three hours later I got a call on my smart phone from Richard to say he would be in Edinburgh for about a week and would be very busy so may not be in contact every day."
I was disappointed but I knew I would be occupied at work and I wanted James to do some jobs around the house. He has moved his bed into a large room just beyond the utility room, which is accessed via the kitchen. I want him to put in some fitted cupboards and shelving so that he can move all his stuff from the rest of the house. I am sick of seeing his tat in my house. He then will be almost completely self sufficient in his very own room. I want him to paint it a nice girly pink to go with his limp dicked sissy persona.
"Hi Richard, how are you? How is Edinburgh?"
Richard explained how he had nearly got an agreement on a sales order and if he is successful it would mean a six figure bonus this year and hopefully a big promotion. I love the way he talks about material things. It is as if they don't really matter and what is important is our relationship. My feelings towards Richard are getting stronger each day. He is such a strong masculine man. I am not sure how he thinks about me and I may be wrong in putting too much into the sweet words he says. I know he has had many girlfriends and lovers and considers the whole thing a fun game where he always wins. Even his attitude to James is a game to him and he enjoys being casually cruel to my husband. I don't consider myself cruel but rather keeping James in line so that he is both obedient and efficient. That is quite a difficult balance to achieve. If you are too mean the sissy slave will just go into depression and give up. In this scenario he will be less efficient as he will do the bare minimum to avoid a caning or other punishment. If you are too forgiving he will think he can get away with being sloppy and untidy. With James I am loving to encourage him with the ever present cane to remind him we are not playing a game. James is generally a good sissy husband and enjoys looking after me. It is amazing how busy he will get if his reward is spending time with me. He loves being with me when I shop for clothes or at home when I am doing my make-up or washing my hair.
Some time later and I am at work teaching a class of 12 year olds the finer points of algebra. They are good kids and I enjoy their company. As I finish the lesson my smart phone rings and it is James.
"Hi honey, why are you ringing me at work? It had better be important. Pardon? Oh the heating has stopped working and you don't know what to do. Ok sweetie don't worry I'll ring Peter, our heating guy and he'll come round. You could have worked that out you know. What? you didn't know if you were allowed to phone anyone except me? We'll talk about this tonight, I have to go honey. Bye. Bye."
As James is a well trained sissy husband he is more afraid of phoning the heating guy and getting into trouble with me than phoning me and irritating me at work. On balance he did the right thing which shows what a good boy he is. I did cane him though because he didn't ring me with a solution but was wanting me to tell him what to do. What he should have done was to ask if he may ring the heating guy because the boiler has stopped working. I would have then said ok go ahead and what a good boy he was.
