Last day of the holidays! I expect my So will be visiting the beach one last time, going back to that special restaurant and having one last all-night fivesome with whichever four local lads most took her fancy. Then back home to normality, and a devoted Servitor, waiting patiently – and quite hungrily – for the familiar tread of those heels on the steps down into the cellar.
I mean, obviously I’m not expecting that unchaining me will be the first thing she does when she arrives home. There’s so many things to sort out… and of course there’s the cat to collect from the cattery. But I’m sure it won’t be more than a day… perhaps two… before I am once again dragged blinking into the light and strapped over the whipping bench to catch up on a week and a half’s-worth of missed marital bliss. It’s nice to get away but there’s no place like home, you know?
