You arrive home.
It’s been a long day – you’re tired, you’re annoyed. Those bitches at work. Bitches.
You’ve got 16 hours before you’ll be back there. Best make it good. So many chores.
You just want to relax.
You open the door.
Shiny. Glistening clean. Soft scent of some cleaning product or another.
There is relaxing music playing – it’s coming from every room. Your music.
The dishwasher is whirring. You hear an abrupt beeping sound and walk into the kitchen to investigate.
350 – The oven is preheated.
“Hey!” – you yell into the house.
“Hey!” – you hear back from upstairs.
You hear the pounding of footsteps as they make their way down the staircase.
There I am. Naked. Wearing nothing but a shining steel cage around my cock.
You giggle a little – to yourself. It is kinda funny.
I approach you.
“Let me take these”
You realize you haven’t put down your bags yet.
I take them from you and put them away in the other room.
“There is a drink for you on the island” – I call out.
Sure enough – there it is. A tall, cold, sweating glass of your favorite summer drink.
“Lovely” – you think to yourself.