An invitation

Coming back from my mid-morning run, I was struck by a) how sore your balls can get in a cage when running, and b) how much I was enjoying this game. The thrill of not knowing where Helen was taking this next. It's definitely a mindfuck playing on my fantasies. I was trying to remember, whilst running, how we came to be focused on this particular one (like most men, I have many) but couldn't remember. I have been trying to think whether it was Helen or me that put the idea 'out there'. Not that it really mattered but I was wondering if that would give me an indication of how far Helen was going to take this. Fantasy or...

"Morning Cucky"

"Morning Mistress" In for a penny in for a pound.

"Good. You are to always address me as Mistress when we are alone"

Ahh. That wasn't planned

Helen smiled at me as she pickup up her coffee. "We've been invited over to Rachel and Bob's tonight. I am going to go out and get a new dress. Whilst I am out you can think of whether I'll meet anyone who wants to play with me. You never know I might give them my number, or..."

Oh God... Hard on... Don't do that to me. How has she managed to get into my head that much. It's not THAT much of a fantasy. "Ok Dear"