My wife was sick for a few days so no FLR activity sexually. She asked (which now, when she asks, it is a directive) that I handle certain things while she rested. Run an errand, dishes, groceries; simple tasks.
This morning she felt better and planned to go out with friends for lunch and shopping. When I came home from work, the kitchen was a mess. She did some baking and left all the dirty dishes in the sink or on the counters, flour and egg shells were on the floor.
I texted her letting her know I was home, asked what happened here and if she was having fun. She replied, "Hi love. Kitchen and bedroom, have fun!"
Bedroom? I walked into our bedroom and found all her clothes pulled out of her dresser and tossed in a pile on the bed. I texted her, asking what happened and why her clothes were in a pile. She replied, "Fold it a certain way and put away. Watch this." She sent me a YouTube video of someone folding clothes very precisely. Seemed odd as a quick fold and stuff into drawers worked for us for years. But, I replied with a thumbs-up emoji.
The next hour was spent cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. She obviously went out of her way to make it overly messy as she wasn't the messy type. As I cleaned I thought, "did she think this was necessary for our FLR arrangement?" My cock stiffened a bit.
I just began folding her clothes when she arrived home. She kissed me on the cheek? I turned and we kissed fully for a long moment.
"Did you have fun," I asked.
She said she did and shared a bit about their day. Apparently our friend Shelley was finally over her breakup with her boyfriend and had decided to redecorate her apartment so they shopped for decorating ideas.
"How about you," she asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Are you having fun?"
"I had a good day at work. Typical day." I began to answer.
Sitting down on the corner of the bed, she traced the outline of my cock with a finger. "Not what I asked. Are you having fun?"
"Oh you mean this?" I held up the shirt I was folding. "Well the kitchen was a wreck, but it's clean again. And folding your clothes this way, Carrie, what inspired this?"
She giggled, tracing my cock with a bit more pressure. "You did. Paul, you were sincere in wanting a formal FLR arrangement. I agreed because its purpose in part is to make my life easier and more enjoyable. In hate cleaning and not being able to find the shirt I want to wear in my messy drawers is not enjoyable. So guess what fixes that for me?"
My cock was near full hardness which meant my submissive drive was fully activated. She stopped touching my cock, her hands now on her knees as she looked at me with en eyebrow raised.
"Me," I answered just above a whisper. "I do the things you don't want to do and I do them your way?"
"I'm not sure why your answer sounds like a question," she spoke directly. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
"Oh yes it is," a spark enthusiasm in my voice. "This extreme folding just seems odd, unexpected. But I'll get it done."
Giggling as she stood up, she brought her lips to my ear lobe for a playful bite. "A test,"
She whispered. "To see how serious you are about our arrangement. I've always admired a highly organized life but never had the motivation to do the work to live that way. But now, my submissive husband can make that happen for me. Right?"
"Yes ma'am," I whispered back.
"Ma'am!" She stepped back. "Where did that come from?"
