It was still dark when I slid out of bed. I went to the shed and spent a few early morning hours beating targets and my body into something that resembled a human shape. When I emerged, I was dripping sweat. I grabbed a cold water hose, stripped down, and stood under the water until I was shivering. I felt tentative hands and a small frame pressed to my back; I wrapped my hands around her, held her, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
I assured her I was back, but I needed to find a true me that made my devotion, loyalty, and slavery a worthwhile option for me. Nymph never said a word, just held me as if I would vanish the moment she let go. I tilted her head up and kissed her deeply. I savored her taste, slowly and gently breaking the kiss.
"Mindy, let's make breakfast. How about Western omelets with bacon?"
She was excited about anything that involved the kitchen. I strolled in, wearing just a towel, straight into the kitchen. I grabbed my cell phone and set wifi and Bluetooth. And Camila Cabello's 'Havana' played. I grabbed Mindy and started dancing In the kitchen. It had turned into our disco. The look of pure joy on her face was worth any price. I took out a stack of eggs, bowls, and a slab of bacon and set the skillet to start getting hot.
"Mindy, wanna crack three eggs into each bowl?"
"Sure, babydoll." I smiled at the use of my name. I began singing out loud 'Tequila' by Dan + Shay. I was in my head a thousand miles away at the bottom of Niagara Falls at sunrise.
My head snapped back to cooking bacon when I heard the soft sob. I had thought it was Mindy, but I turned, finding Sarah and the entire family who witnessed my impromptu concert.
Sarah said, "Give me permission before I drag you to the floor right now!"
"Granted!!!"
Sarah crushed me against the refrigerator, kissing me hard, desperate to have my very soul in her eyes. I gently pushed her back. "Sarah, do you want your husband or slave?
"Husband right now, slave later! Ok?"
Like I had any rights in the matter, nodding to John, "Can you take over the Western omelets and bacon all around?" Grinning. "MY wife and I will be otherwise engaged."
I dropped the towel, took Sarah's hand, and rushed into our room. Once there, I started kissing her, tracing the line of her jaw. I nibbled on her ear, removed her blouse, and whispered, "I love Sarah," With a renewed passion. I took lots of time exploring all the secret places on her body, finding the locations that bring her arousal afront. The moment was filled looking into her eyes. Kissing her lips softly made it unnecessary for me to say anything at all. "Tommy, I love you so much; I need you every day. I can't breathe without you. I will accept any arrangement that means you and me together." At that moment, Kane Brown played 'Heaven' on my phone. I wrapped Sarah in my arms and sang to her, but I sang the words as if they were promises.
"Do you love me, Sarah?"
"Yes, oh gawd, a thousand times yes!"
I asked her, "Are you happy, I mean with me? As a cuckold, as a slave, as a husband, because that is what I am, and I have to be able to be all of them, and that also means from time to time, I'm going to arrange dates for myself that may or may not involve sex. Still, you will have my heart and soul, and I will never hide anything from you. I may not disclose something unless you ask a direct question, but I won't lie EVER!"
Sarah sat for a minute. I could tell she was thinking hard about this, "Are you going to have a girlfriend?"
"I don't ever plan to," I replied.
I held her close to my chest. "Sarah, unless we talk about it, I will be in this bed every night. My love, understand I won't be taking anything from you, just maybe validating you and, by extension myself. And this is not an all-time thing; it's a once-a-week thing. All the other times plus the times I told you I would be arranging for you and me, I'm Bunny, the cuckold slave property of Ms. Sarah Mason, the greatest courtesan of the 21st century.
Suffice it to say our love-making session was off the charts, and no, I don't think she was faking it. It was late afternoon when I dragged myself out of bed and crawled into the shower. I stood there, then took a razor to my face, chest, arms, legs, groin, and carefully the balls ensuring all the errant hairs were taken care of. I found a clean pair of panties. The house seemed to be deserted, so I went to the kitchen and located my phone. I Played Tim McGraw and Faith Hill's 'Rest of Our Life' as I began prep work for Chicken Asada with side salads. I took the special chocolates and let them get to room temperature. Macklemore and Kesha sang about 'Good Ole Days.' I took out some large floured burrito shells and cut them into triangle shapes. Locating a deep fry pan, I poured peanut oil to begin making real chips, then I added a light seasoning of cajun pepper. Placing them in a wicker basket after making two large servings, I thought it should be enough. Lady Gaga sang 'Bad Romance' while I was preparing some medium salsa and queso and adding these in small bowls ready to go on the table. Checking the time, it was getting close to five pm. I took a deep breath and belted out 'Just give me a Reason' by P!nk. Arranging the chicken in the frying pan, I sang harder. Looking up, I saw shadows on the wall staying just out of sight while taking the spatula to the pan.
I started the electric slide in my kitchen. Plenty of ab rolls and having fun for no one but me. Carly Rae Jepson sang 'Call Me Maybe' as I checked my chicken. I began plating and setting the plate on the side table as the chicken was ready. Mindy came in. Taking her in my arm, we danced, spinning and laughing. I pulled a Heineken out, getting it ready, then I pulled out a white wine I had ordered from a vineyard in Kentucky with a peach taste and several Chivas Regals for discerning tastes. Mindy looked at me like she was scared, so I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her head. "I'm sorry. I scared you, didn't I?"
She nodded in the affirmative, and I felt her tears on my chest. "Honey, you understand I had to find something that makes my life worthwhile, or I was headed someplace dark and could not allow that," Saliva said, 'Click, Click Boom.'
"You could have just talked to me; we could have worked it out!" She said.
A sad smile spread across my face as I tilted my head. "My sweet friend, what advice could you give to the part of me that felt so completely broken."
P!nk played 'Walk Me Home.' I waited to see if she could answer me. "My sweet friend, I love you for so many different reasons. What I need you to do right now is know I am home, and I have found my place in the sun."
With that, I kissed her deeply like souls connecting. When we parted, we smiled at each other. We noticed the family watching in stunned silence, "What! Mindy and John, you can set the basket and bowl on the table first, the drinks next," I said as I walked out. "Oh, and as this is my first night back, I'm suspending the slaves not being at the table rule. This is a family supper."
Once everyone was seated and comfortable, I raised a glass of Chivas. "To this Family, to the journey home, and to finding my place in the sun." There was a clinking of glasses around the table. I leaned back and watched, totally in love with every one of these people.
