Confusion

True to Elizabeth's warning, Douglas was on the couch, nursing a headache after the drinks the night prior. Mira and Monique and Elizabeth had gone to do some grocery shopping after getting the kids to school. Xavier was being watched by the babysitter, Faith. Douglas was still in his pink pajamas, almost feeling good enough to go do some work when Jordan came in. Douglas swallowed hard, seeing him clad in just a pair of black boxers that barely hid the large bulge inside them.

Jordan sat down next to Douglas, turning on the TV to the sports network.

"I don't know much about you, baby," Jordan said. "Tell me about yourself." Douglas looked down, feeling shy for some reason.

Based on what he was hearing, Jordan realized Douglas was a neophyte sissy. He was still speaking about his accomplishments, his background, his this and his that. He wasn't filtering everything through emotion and pleasing ... yet.

"One thing you got to understand about me, baby," Jordan said. "I'm the man of this house. Elizabeth knows that. Monique knows that. And you'll know that." He tugged Douglas in, like a doll, clutching at his ass in the silken pink pajamas, and watched TV, kneading it and slapping it on occasion. And Douglas, emotions roiling inside him, submitted and said nothing.