6.30am, the alarm goes off. He's going away today, for two and a half weeks, with his work. He's always taken his work seriously. An executive for a large building industry, and his job takes him all across the country.
I have to say, i'm looking forward to it, two and a half, nearly three weeks alone! Able to do what i liked, when i liked, no rules, regulations...punishments! Just as long as there where no traces when he returned.
As i lay here next to him, all these thoughts are running through my mind..."Darling, darling!", he sits up, nudging me as he does, "Time to get up! I need to leave in an hour, so i'll have some breakfast." Sitting up myself, i turn to get out of bed, but, as i should remember by now, the same as every morning, "Where's my kiss, sweetheart?", i turn back to kiss him on the lips, and briefly realise that i will miss him while he's away....
So, i've made him his usual for breakfast, poached eggs on toast and cup of tea, now he's gone to get ready, a formal suit, shining, freshly polished shoes, hair combed flat and to the side, freshly trimmed, by margorie the day before. And so, he wants me to get ready to. So he can inspect me, even at this hour, and on this day, he won't let this slip.
Slowly i reach for the clothes he's laid out for me on the bed, a pale blue knee length skirt, a pair of flesh coloured stockings (as per usual), beige, strapped, flat sandals (the sort your gran would wear) and a beige, long-sleeved blouse - to cover the tattoos on my arms. Inspection time! As i stand infront of him, he looks at every inch of me, starting at the bottom and working to the top, and he seems happy so far. As he reaches for his comb, to tidy my hair up, he says, "Now younglady, i havent had time to wash this hair this morning, but i trust you will in a moment", this is a first i thought, i havent been able, allowed even to do this since we've been together...."You know how to do, you do it as i would, you will not let anything slip while i'm gone do you hear!?", I nod in agreement, "Good girl, now ill be returning on the 25th, and i'll be home around 4.30, so i've made you an appointment to visit Margorie in the morning, so you'll be looking your upmost for my return. You are to wait here for my arrival, wearing your best dress, looking neat and tidy, hair freshly permed by Margorie." With that he kisses me and says goodbye. Already I'm dreading the 25th.
To Be Continued....Let me know how you'd like this to continue.....
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