When I left Carrie's apartment Saturday night it was a little messy! I was just too tired to clean to after myself. Not to worry she had called and told me her return flight was Tuesday. I'd have loads of time to get things back in order.
I was sore. Really sore! So sore and spent that I didn't wake up with an erection. Apparently keeping yourself hard for a total of about eight hours over a fourteen-hour span is hard on a dick.
I dressed and went to Carrie's apartment. The first order of business was to empty the liter box. That would allow me to spend the rest of the day satisfying my fetish for female clothing without the necessity of changing back and forth to go outside. That chore taken care of I went back to my apartment for some cereal, my tea, a couple of eggs and some bread. Every thing I needed to spend a quiet day at Carrie's.
As I entered her apartment I glanced around noting the mess I'd left the previous evening. No matter, soon enough I'd be dressed and ready to clean up like a proper lady's maid. I latched the dead bolt just in case and took my groceries to the kitchen. It was in a mild state of disarray but that too would be remedied.
Before starting on the housework I needed to get dressed and before getting dressed I needed a bath. I went into Carries bedroom and stripped. I placed my clothes neatly on a small chair in the corner next to Carrie's bed. In her bathroom I started the water and made sure everything I needed was within reach. Shampoo, conditioner, razor. Everything a proper lady needs to get ready for the day.
I checked the water temperature and added the bubble bath. I checked again; it was warm but not too warm. I stepped in and settled down for a nice relaxing bath. I turned back the cold water and as the water slowly warmed up I idly played with my balls. My "clit" was too sore. I wondered if I had played too hard the day before. I closed my eye and took a deep breath. The floral scent was heavenly. I made a mental note to buy some bubble bath. Why can't a guy enjoy a leisurely bath?
When the tub was full I turned off the water and settled back. One hand massaged my balls, which by now were totally relaxed, and the other played with my tits. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the super warm bath water. I was in heaven. I'm not sure how much time passed but I do know that it was refreshing. Everyone should take the time to relax in a warm tub at least once a week! Eventually I opened the drain to let the water out. I started the water and adjusted the temperature. I started the shower and stood up. I shampooed my hair; conditioned it and using Carrie's razor trimmed my bush and shaved my balls and ass. I rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. I dried off using Carrie's towel. I noticed a cotton housedress hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Too stodgy for me but just right for a young working girl doing her chores! I put it on and went out to her hamper to get a pair of panties.
For the next two or three hours I had breakfast and cleaned Carrie's apartment. My poor dick was so worn out from the day before that it behaved the whole time. I started taking "selfies." Me having breakfast, me dusting, me washing dishes, anything to have for the future. A record to enjoy after Carrie returned.
About noon I started to go through Carries closet. Anything that would fit I tried on and took a selfie. I walked to her kitchen and back. I checked myself out in every mirror in her apartment. I wished I had a personal video camera. What a scene I could have made! I tried to get it up but it was too sore. I worried that I might have injured myself. Late Sunday evening I finally decided to go back to my apartment. I made sure everything was in order. Monday was a workday and Tuesday Carrie would be returning from LA.
I behaved myself Monday. I fed the cat, emptied the liter box and left Carries things alone. My dick was still sore. Tuesday I woke up with morning wood again and was relieved that every thing was ok. It would have been embarrassing to have to see a doctor about a sore dick.
Tuesday evening I went to the airport to pick up Carrie. Her flight was on time. Over the weekend hundreds of flights were delayed or cancelled due to weather but by Tuesday things were back to normal. We made small talk on the way back. Carrie asked if Saturday would be good for me for my thank-you dinner. I said it was really not necessary but she insisted so we agreed that I'd come over at 7pm. The rest of the week was boring. Saturday afternoon I showered and shaved and readied my self for dinner with Carrie. At exactly 7pm I knocked on her door.
"Come on in, Louis!" Carried called from her kitchen. "The door is open."
I opened the door and saw Amy and Eve the two girls from downstairs seated on the couch. "Hi, Louis."
Carrie came in from the kitchen. "Hi, Louis. I made so much Lasagna that I invited Amy and Eve to join us. I hope you don't mind."
"No, of course not." I replied. How could I.
"Louis." Amy said. "Carrie told us how nice you were on such short notice. We thought it might be nice to get to know you better."
I must have blushed because Eve said, "You're embarrassing him, Amy."
"No, it's not that. Maybe it's a little warm in here."
"Come on you guys, dinner is on." Carrie saved me from an awkward situation.
Dinner itself was good and the conversation was interesting. I turns out Eve is a phys. ed. teacher at a middle school. She is taller than Carrie and slender. Amy is the smallest of the three and works at a gym as a personal trainer. Eve is a strawberry blond with freckles and blue eyes; Amy is a brunette with hazel eyes. Each of them is attractive in their own way and they all were quite cheerful.
After dinner Carrie suggested we all go to her living room for tea and cookies. While the water was heating for the tea Carrie handed me a package. "I got you a present, Louis, a thank-you for helping me out. You were such a dear and so understanding I just feel I can't thank you enough."
"This isn't necessary." I objected.
"But it is, Louis." Carrie insisted.
"Open it, Louis." Amy prodded.
"Let's see what Carrie got for you Louis." Eve joined in.
I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. My eyes must have been as big as saucers and my face must have been a bright crimson. It was a red baby doll pajama set!
"What is it, Louis?" Eve asked innocently.
"I think I should explain." Carrie started. "There was one thing I forgot to mention when I asked Louis to care for Hook (Carries cat if you haven't read chapters one an two and if you haven't by all means do before you go on!)." She looked at me sweetly and in a very calm tone explained. "I have a security system complete with video monitoring. There are three cameras. One is over the front door and covers the living room and dining area. One is in the kitchen over the back door and covers the kitchen, dining area and a small part of the bedroom. The third is over my bedroom door and covers the bedroom and most of the bath. They are in plain sight, I wasn't hiding them. In a way I am sorry you didn't see them but I'm also glad you didn't. I'm going to show you a little slide show. A small sample of the video stored in the cloud. These pictures and videos are my private property. They were taken legally on my security system. No one else besides the four of us will ever see them if you do exactly as I say. Is that clear, Louis?"
"Yes." I whispered my eyes looking down at the red baby doll pajama set.
"I can't hear you Louis." Carrie said calmly. "Look at me, is it clear?" Her tone was serious. Amy and Eve sat silently; small, knowing smiles adorned their faces.
"Yes Carrie, I understand." I said as I looked into her eyes. I was unable to detect any anger just bemusement as she smiled at my answer.
