My return home was more sedate, considered, meandering. I circumnavigated the park twice, chin down, tongue pushed against my teeth, hunkered down in ...y wool coat, hands buried deep in its satiny pockets (though they're probably polyester... checks coat; definitely polyester), lost in contemplation, chewing and nibbling mentally and physically, fingers rummaging and stroking my house keys and mobile, attempting and failing to find understanding. I made a cup of tea. Cut myself a piece of fruit. Red manipulated her nether regions expertly. Chloe moaned in both her disapproval as well as her vulnerability to the pleasures washing through her loins. She tilted her head slightly. Red was not even two feet from Chloe. So close, had Chloe reached out, she could have returned the manipulation of her sex on Red. She looked the opposite way, at Marc… He was standing there, watching amused as her hips started riding on Red’s moisturised fingers. Chloe returned her eyes to Red as the cute. She paused by the bed and looked at the suit I had laid out. As I selected a tie she said, “I didn’t realize we’re going somewhere formal. Should I have done more with my make-up?”I took her face in my hands and looked into her eyes. “No my dear slave. Your make-up is perfect, because your face is perfect. You couldn’t improve on you if you tried.” I kissed her forehead. “Now, downstairs and do as you were told while I get dressed. I’ll be down shortly.”I turned her around and slapped. If you're finished eating take your plate into the kitchen and get started on the dishes," he says with the touch of annoyance in his voice. Standing up and placing my silverware on my plate I take my dirty dishes into the kitchen, hearing Daddy's deep intake of breath as I walk out of the dining room, I know I have disappointed him. Rinsing the dishes in the sink before placing them in the dishwasher, I wonder how I could have been so stupid as to ask Daddy that question. Not really wanting to.