“Yes.”
“Oh, honey, thank you.”
“What do you need me to do, Marsha?”
“She’s coming over at eight,” she said. “I need you in that chastity belt thing and nothing else. Make sure it’s locked on and give me the keys. Then I don’t know…what do you think?”
“I think that we should have some of the toys out so she can see them,” I suggested, “and then I should be in a position somewhere like you are using me or I am waiting to be used.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“For instance you could have me on my hands and knees as your table when she gets here. Another idea would be to have me standing in the corner with my nose to the wall like you were punishing me or had put me there to wait on whatever your next whim is.”
“Which one would be more comfortable for you, honey?” she asked concerned
