We banged on the snooze button the following morning until my son, valiantly, obtained vertical.
"If we have any hope of getting out of here we better not shower together. I'll take the first, you get the coffee."
I handed him a cup of coffee when he got out of the shower. It felt surprisingly natural to be standing naked in the bathroom with him. When I arrived at the breakfast table, nude except for the towel wrapped around my hair, I found toast and fresh fruit waiting.
He then said the words I longed to hear, "I've decided to take you up on your offer."
After last night I thought he would, but still my face lit up. "Honey, thank you, thank you, thank you."
"If I am going to be the boss, there will be need to be a few changes. Over the weekend we'll switch bedrooms. Except for moving the heavy furniture, do the work yourself. I will order some furniture from Modern Living," a local furniture store, "pay for it and ensure it is delivered tomorrow.
"I don't expect you will be spending many nights in your bedroom, so a small day bed should do. Think of it as a boudoir. You can use the guest bedroom as your office. My electronic equipment will go in your office. Move it in, but don't try to set if up.
"Trim your bush. I like them nice and clean.
"I will be at Dad's this weekend. I expect all of this to be complete by Sunday afternoon.
"You may continue to see and have sex with Robert. He brings things to your life I don't. As to Theresa and Miles, it appears I owe 'em. You may have sex with them although, when possible, obtain my permission. You will report to me in detail whenever you guys do." He smiled, "I might learn something.
"Your asshole and throat belong to me. No one else is allowed in. This weekend you are not allowed an orgasm of any kind. I want you steaming hot on Sunday afternoon. I also want you wearing the lingerie you wore Wednesday night."
I nodded my agreement.
"The first thing I will want upon my return is a nice long back rub. Now I gotta get to school. Get the dishes."
He sank his tongue in my mouth, gave my backside a squeeze, and headed out the door.
After cleaning the dishes I fetched the lingerie and filled the sink to let it soak. I stopped briefly in my son's room. This neutral color would need to go. The proper color for my boudoir would be, rose or pink? Running late, I picked out a turtle neck sweater dress to hide the marks the chain left on my neck and 3 3/4 inch open face pumps.
On the way to the office I called Theresa and filled her in on the details. She sounded as excited as I. I also disclosed my breach of confidentiality. She gave me, retroactively, permission. She said she would see if Miles had an objection. Getting permission after the fact would not satisfy the ethics board, but it was the best I could do.
My morning appointments went well. My mind was sharp; it had been awhile since I had been this focused. I found new sympathy for my clients' struggles and an increased openness to new ideas. At lunch I visited Modern Living and paid for my son's furniture. A little flirting got the manager to schedule me for Saturday's last delivery with instructions to the crew to help the nice lady move a few extra things. I visited Sherwin-Williams, choose rose from the fandex, and purchased the necessary paint and supplies. Finally, I stopped at The Massage Place and bought a bottle of it's best lotion.
With the few minutes I had left I buzzed a friend. She was our town's premier antiques broker and a former client. She credited me with allowing her to reconcile her public role as a matron of fashionable society and doting wife of our mayor with her private devotion to her efficient, lesbian-dominatrix, administrative assistant.
My new bedroom would be dedicated to preparing myself to satisfy my man. I described the space available and what I wanted. She and I settled on a vanity table with a large mirror and chair, a chaise longue, a full length mirror on wheels, and two small tables to accommodate some appropriately feminine decorations. I would select the decorations and lush sensual paintings for my walls later. Most of the furniture in my home office would be junked. I would keep the desk. The spare bedroom would feature it and two armoires for the alluring clothing I would be buying. While I am forbidden from using my therapeutic relationships to my personal advantage, last night I had accepted that my professional obligations were secondary to my son. Thus, I called in a favor. She agreed to treat the purchase as confidential and to have the furniture delivered the following day.
My afternoon sessions went as well as those in the morning. After two hard hours at the gym, I headed home. Robert called, asking me to an impromptu dinner. I told him I would love to but was devoting myself to painting. He offered to help, but I said this was something I wanted to do it myself.
I moved the furniture away from the wall and started painting. I got the first coat done about 3:00 A.M., turned off the alarm, and crawled into bed.
I woke up at 9:00 and finished the second coat in three hours. I spent two hours at the gym while it dried and returned home to start the move. The furniture delivery crews were on time. They moved the new furniture in and the larger pieces between the rooms. Then, enjoying the pretty lady in her gym clothes, offered to help me finish. I turned them down, although I let them haul off the furniture we were discarding to Goodwill.
By the time I started preparing for the evening's dinner party I was ahead of schedule. I picked out a loose fitting green dress with one exposed shoulder. It was classy and said I was attractive, but had no need to flaunt it. Robert was, as always, prompt and the evening wonderful. He brought me home about 11:30.
We kissed in the car. I found myself getting turned on. I considered bringing him in for an old-fashioned roll in the hay, but had to nix the idea in light of the no orgasm rule and the lack of a ready explanation for the bedroom switch. So, instead, I reached down and fondled him.
"I know you think it's a bit wayward, but all night I've been thinking about taking you in my mouth. You wouldn't want to disappoint your sweetie, would you?"
