It is a Tuesday evening nearing six o'clock. Eric has been helping his six-year-old daughter Carolyn, who he lovingly calls Tinker Bell, with a school project for almost two hours. Her teacher wants each student in her class to find twenty-six different pictures to represent the letters of the alphabet; each representation's name is to begin with one of the letters of the alphabet.
He has been sitting on the floor in the den cutting out pictures while his daughter has been pasting them onto a sheet of white poster board. He is looking through a magazine for a picture of something beginning with the letter V. It is the last letter he needs to find. With the exception of the letters X Y and Z, it was easy to find photos of all the other letters; he cut out photographs of a xylophone, a yo-yo and a zebra.
He does not understand why a teacher would give such a project to first grade students. He's a teacher at a local high school; if he gave such an assignment to any first grade students, he would have limited the task. Possibly giving each student only a few letters to find and exempting the harder letters, Q, V, X and Z and maybe Y.
She obviously doesn't understand or doesn't care that homework for students of many loving, caring parents and caregivers, is extra work for them and the child. That is, those who can help their child, because many of them have to work and cannot help their children. Many of these latter children either do not do their homework, don't finish it or do it wrong.
He can remember when he was in middle school. Frequently, his teachers would give him so much homework that he and his mother were at it from just after their evening meal until just before bedtime - several hours. That is why he doesn't make his computer lab students do homework. Besides, it is easier to keep them on task if they are doing the work while in school.
"Daddy what's this one. I've already got a picture of a lady for the letter L."
"That's a queen Tinker Bell, Queen Elizabeth. Paste it there next to the picture of the bowl of popcorn." He points to the area on the poster where she is to paste it.
A few moments later Carolyn asks, "How do you spell queen Daddy?"
"Q-u-e-e-n," he answers her.
He glances at the mess around him. There are magazines and scraps of paper all over the den, his shoes, scissors, a near empty glass of milk, an empty saucer with crumbs of some homemade cherry cobbler, a fork, Carolyn's school bag, an assignment folder and some of her pencils and papers. The place looks like a hurricane of nothing less than a category three forced its way into his home.
"My back is killing me. I could sure go for an hour or so relaxing in a sauna at SAMS Spa health resort right about now," he says to no one in particular.
He looks longingly at his wife Tanya Marie sitting at her computer desk; she is using her personal computer, working on one of her assignments. She has on her pink house slippers along with black skintight jeans and a white knit pullover short sleeve shirt. He can see her pink brassiere through the material and wonders whether or not she has on the matching pink thong panties. Probably not, he guesses; she frequently does not wear any panties. She says that it makes her feel sexual and wanting to fuck.
"I give up. I can't find anything beginning with the letter V. Baby, can you look up something beginning with the letter V on the Internet for her? Maybe we can get a picture of something from there."
"Yes my love," she answers him. "Just let me save my work." She has her own greeting card business and has been working on a wedding invitation order she received the previous day.
"Thanks Pet. I've got to go make a couple of phone calls. If everything works out OK I'll have a great surprise for you this weekend."
"Oh! I love surprises," she quips as she hits the enter key on the keyboard.
Eric removes his cell phone from its holder on his belt and selects a phone number from the list of numbers he has saved. He puts the phone to his ear and walks out of the den and into the kitchen. He returns several minutes later with a bottle of water in his left hand and chewing on a fried chicken thigh, left over from the Monday evening's dinner.
By this time, his wife has finished downloading a photograph of the Virgin Mary from the Internet and has printed it. She is sitting on the carpet, watching their daughter paste the picture to the poster.
"Everything is all set for this weekend," he says to his wife. "You're going to love the surprise that I got planned for you."
"What have you gotten me?" she mischievously questions him as she gets up off the floor and teasingly pokes him in his ribs.
Eric grabs both of his sex slave wife's wrists and pulls her into himself. He twists her arms around her back, holding her there and pressing his body into hers. He looks seductively into her eyes. Tanya doesn't resist him and gazes wantonly into his eyes. She can feel his cock through their clothing pressing against her pubic mound. She closes her eyes and basks in the feeling of his muscular body next to hers. It evokes memories of the times when they are role playing and he dominates her, sexually uses and humbles her.
She doesn't object to a life of sexual slavery for her husband. Indeed, she enjoys it immensely and that is why she initiated it. When they're making love and role playing, she gets extremely passionate when he demeans her sexually, punishes her sexually or abuses her sexually in any way. Her orgasms at such times are very intense. They are so deep and powerful that they leave her completely fulfilled and utterly exhausted but begging for more.
"If I told you then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?" Eric teases. Then in a whisper so that their daughter cannot hear, "But I'll tell you this much, you sex starved nymph. It's something that you've been asking for."
Tanya stares at him with a quizzical expression on her face. She can think of nothing that she has been asking for.
