A new routine

I woke up the next morning feeling surprisingly good. I realised I still had the earphones in, taking them out.

"Morning. How are you today?"

"I feel really good. That massage really helped last night"

"Glad to hear it cutie, would you make me a coffee"

"Sure" bouncing out of bed, grabbing my dressing gown, I was halfway down the stairs before I realised what Helen had called me. That was a new nickname, but no matter. I made the coffee, and being in such a good mood I decide it would be nice to spoil Helen and make her some breakfast in bed.

Ten minutes later I was presenting a tray of toast and coffee to my love, feeling proud as she thanked me.

That evening as we were getting ready for bed, Helen suggested that I listen to the ASMR tape again as it really helped me sleep the previous night.

Like a lamb to the slaughter I obediently put the earpods in and started listing to the waves...

It was after the fourth night of listening to the tapes that as I was dressing in the morning when I glanced at Helen's knicker drawer and felt the need to be closer to her. I opened the draw and there on top was a pair of the prettiest pink panties I had ever seen. I slid them up my legs and felt a deep sense of ease that I was wearing them.

What I didn't realise then was that my fate was sealed by that action.