There are six of us.
My oldest sister, Brenda, takes after mom and dad. She loves having babies. Luckily for her, so does her husband. They've three and one in the oven.
Both my brothers have sweet little wives and a couple of kids each.
My second oldest sister, Aimee, is a single mom. The bum left her.
Donna, my youngest sister has a steady stream of new boyfriends.
I wanted more, and I worked hard to get it.
First I got my nursing degree. Then I took a business management course. That got me a straight days job in a private hospital.
Then I took courses in music appreciation and fine art. I started dressing better, and refining the way I talked.
I won't bore you with details. I met and married Robert. Even his friends and family address him as 'Robert', never 'Bob' or 'Rob'.
I just got home from shopping. "Darling, you're home early."
Mrs. Ngoma, our domestic took my three quarter length silver fox fur.
Robert got to his knees and slid off my spike heel ankle boots and slid my slippers onto my feet.
"Yes, Camille, I thought I'd leave the office at five, like all the others."
Usually, being CEO he works until six.
I wrap my arms around him, letting him feel the luxury of my pale blue, long sleeve,
cowl neck angora sweater. We kiss.
I whisper, "Do you need a special kiss, Robert?"
He held me just slightly tighter. "Yes Princess."
We hooked our elbows and walked to the formal parlor. As I slid the double doors closed, Robert removed his trousers and boxers.
As I removed my mid calf length skirt, he brought the arm less upholstered chair from the corner. I got the paddle from the side table's drawer.
I got comfortable and patted my nylon stocking wrapped thigh. My slave draped himself over. With my left hand I held his head down as I beat him with the paddle in my right hand. His buns glowed a glorious a bright pink. His whimpers sublime.
He put the chair back in the corner as I wrapped my shirt around my hips.
"Go on Robert."
He moved off the luxurious Persian carpet and knelt on the dark tongue and groove narrow plank oak floor. He began stroking himself.
"Remember coming home from the Watson's Christmas party Robert? How I rolled the security window down so Mr. Ngoma could see and hear what we were doing in the back? Remember the soft smooth feel of my silk gloves as I pulled your hardon out of your boxers? Remember how I kissed your purple helmet then swallowed your...........OH ROBERT! Look what you've done! Lick it up this instant."
I took my phone from the pocket of my skirt and dialed #20*. "Mrs. Ngoma, dear, Robert has done it again...Yes in the parlor. Could you bring some soap and water and floor wax and clean it up.......Yes, thank you. Oh, and tell Mr. Ngoma we'll be ready to go in half an hour. Thank you." I slid my phone away.
"Come Robert, get showered and dressed. Remember? We're going to the Mitchel's for dinner."
I chose his downward curving steel bar cock cage. Robert doesn't like that one. He says the urethra tube is very uncomfortable. That's why it's one of my favorites.
It's a casual dinner party, so he wears his brown slacks and his beige long sleeve cashmere sweater.
"My shoes Robert."
My slave gets to his knees beside my dressing table. He removes my block sole fur trimmed slippers and kisses my left foot. He slides on my spike heel stiletto and secures it's ankle strap. Then he does the same with my right shoe.
"Thank you dear."
"Princess."
It's a casual affair, so I chose my red fox jacket. Robert holds it for me to slide my arms into. Then he cuddles me.
"I love you Camille." He whispers into my ear.
Dinner was good. After dinner Irene, Joan Millard and I sat around the table and visited while the men went to the den and talked. On the drive home Robert reached over and held my hand. I let him.
I wore my black baby doll nightie. "Take off your pajamas dear."
