Chapter Nine
And so a new wrinkle got added into the heady mélange of my complex, wonderful relationship to my beloved Harriett. At least once a week, one of us would text the other sometime during the course of a workday, simply asking, “Mommy time?” And if the other responded positively, then we would both know that those would be the roles that would define our evening’s agenda. The partnership steadily deepened around our delightful combination of over-the-top b**m s*x and truly enjoyable partnership the rest of the time. But as usual, my ever-curious Mistress was always looking to add extra spice into the already savory stew of our private erotic world.
So I was hardly surprised when she informed me by text during a particularly busy workday, “Mistress Jen was hoping to host us for
