We talked more in the first fifteen minutes than we had since the day I left her office after signing the new lease. Which is to say, we talked more in the first fifteen minutes than we ever have before. My feminine voice was a chore to keep up, but it was good practice and I enjoyed not only choosing my words carefully and slowly, but it also gave me great reason to ask questions and listen. We talked about bondage and fetish, puppy play and chastity. She frequently would rub my leg, or hold my hand, or marvel at my looks. This all made me feel incredibly happy and truly cared for. A girl likes to be romanced.
I couldn’t help myself, I was too curious, and after my second cocktail I had to ask how she managed to get out of the house dressed like this.
“My husband and I have an agreement”
That statement seemed open ended and didn’t really answer my question, but I understood what she meant. I asked if he knew about me.