Ms Morrigan And The New Robe

Ms. Morrigan fiddled with the key and unlocked the door to her townhouse. She sighed with relief as she stepped into the air-conditioning. Her tall, gray-eyed companion followed her in and closed the door behind him.

They had spent the late afternoon on a lovely romantic walk along the riverside, punctuated with ice cream and the occasional chaste kiss. But the day had turned out to be rather warm, and she frankly felt a bit stickier than she would prefer before engaging in further activities.

"I think I'm going to take a quick shower," she said, drumming her fingers on his broad chest. "Would you like to take one, too?"

He arched an eyebrow. "I, um, didn't bring a change of clothes."

Silly boy, she thought. Still, his sense of decorum appealed to her. "Well, you can do a quick load of laundry if you'd like," she countered. "At any rate, you really won't need them for a while."

She watched the smile of recognition spread across his face. She liked his restraint, but she also liked the fact that he knew what to do when he got a green light.

She stepped into the kitchen and got a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator while he stood in the doorway, then gathered two glasses from the cabinet and handed them to him. She proceeded across the dining area and started up the stairs, sensing him behind her.

She was dressed casually in a tunic and leggings. Without turning to look, she could tell he was enjoying the view.

She opened the door to her bedroom and stepped inside, briefly glancing around and imagining seeing it for the first time through her friend's eyes. The purple and gold galaxy on the comforter on the queen-sized bed; the tapestry of Nordic runes on the wall above it. Of course he knew by now that she wasn't a Barbie's Dollhouse girly-girl. But she still liked unveiling each new little mystery.

"The bathroom is through there," she said, gesturing at a doorway, and noticing that he was still appearing a little bit hesitant. So she opened a closet, and pulled out a thick fleece black and red men's bathrobe, and extended it to him.

Again, the arched eyebrow. What was he thinking? She tilted her head toward him, and looked up at him through her thick lashes, consciously trying to affect a demure appearance. "Actually, it's never been worn."

He smiled and took it from her. She smiled back. She was telling him the truth. What she hadn't told him was that the robe was brand new, and she had instructed her long-distance submissive to purchase it, specifically for this evening, for this date. And that that man was somewhere right now, fretting and stewing, thinking about her, his penis aching in a stainless steel chastity device.

No, she wasn't going to tell him that. Yet.