In feel the bed move, but I lay still. I'm not ready yet.
"It's time." Says Olaf, my Norse God in his deep sexy rumble.
"Yes sir." whispers slave as it crawls out of the cage under the brown leather couch at the foot of our bed.
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Yesterday, Friday, as soon as I got home from my practice I showered and dressed. I transformed from Surgeon Doctor Desai, to Professor Clarkson's east Indian Princess wife.
Off with my conservative dove grey pant suit and plain white cotton blouse and sensible shoes.
Black satin and lace underwired bra and pantie set. My maroon long sleeve collarless satin blouse, and dark red (almost black) narrow pleated two inch below the knees skirt with the big gold buckle black suede wide belt. I slid into my burgundy three inch block heel pointed toe pumps.
Besides the three gold earrings in each ear I add eight cm. long gold pendulum earrings. My gold and ruby two cm. medallion on the right of my nose. Four various length gold chain necklaces and woven gold rings for all my fingers, as well as wide golden bracelets on my wrists and I'm properly dressed.
I swivel my chair from the makeup table and there's my Olaf smiling. How long has he been standing there watching?
"Give me a minute to change. dear, then we can go."
He held my knee length silver fox cape for me, then put on his fur seal bomber jacket. We picked up our weekend slave at it's apartment and went to a mid range chain restaurant to eat.
Once home, slave hung up our furs then went to 'his' room to change. Olaf went up to change as well. I went to the den and spread the red fox fur throw over the couch and settled. I casually unbuttoned my blouse to my belt.
"Martini, two olives, slave."
"Yes Princess."
Doesn't he look sweet? Straight purple hair held back from his ears with little pink butterflies, Red satin baby panties, and black four inch spike heel ankle straps. Don't you think the little gold padlocks look so cute? His smooth hairless body is a deep chocolate. Isn't it so wickedly politically incorrect to have a black slave?
As he delivers my martini on the little gold serving tray my husband comes in.
"Highland Park and a splash."
"Yes Sir."
He looks so good in his black and gold mini silk robe.
Slave delivers Olaf's scotch. I touch my right fore finger to my lips and point to the carpet on the far side of Olaf. Slave gets silently to his knees.
My love and I sip our drinks and discuss our work day. Slave kneels silently.
"Looks like your drink is empty. Want another one Dear?"
"No. I think it's time."
