"My cock twitched as I read the last word. I loved being submissive to my sexy wife. I loved it when she took control. "Yes mistress." I texted back."...ood boy." was her response.I headed to the laundry room and sorted the clothes. I was about to start the washer with the first load when my phone chirped again."I want you to prepare your ass and be ready for me. Put in a butt plug before your start the vacuuming. I want you nice and relaxed for this evening." Gladly. Anything for you." That's. He motioned to the cook fire and told Fighting Hawk to sit and make himself comfortable. Fighting Hawk nodded his thanks and lowered himself to sit beside the fire.Thundering Buffalo called his assistants to him. Fighting Hawk had seen the two around the village, but had never really paid them much attention, like many of the young men. "This is Stalking Wolf," Thundering Buffalo said, as he placed his hand on the older young man's shoulder. Fighting Hawk could see that this young man was. The crude edge of her voice irritated her in this refined atmosphere.The woman laughed a tiny, tinny laugh. Oh, but she wasn't looking for an artist, she said. There were so many artists already, she was flooded with artists. No, what she was looking for was art itself.Brigitte guessed at what the woman might be aiming at. "I have no experience in modelling either", she said.The tinny laugh sounded again."But, darling. You won't be the model. You will be the piece of art itself. Now please. Eventually I head off to a quiet corner. I find an empty outdoor lounge chair and lay down, and accidentally drift asleep. You wake me up, the party over. Everybody else is gone. ‘You look cute today,’ you tell me, ‘I wanted to talk to you but I couldn’t find you.’ I respond, ‘I found this quiet corner of your yard pretty early on. I guess I fell asleep.’ You climb on me and lay down, ‘I’m tired, too.’ I smile, and kiss your forehead. You look up into my eyes, then grin, ‘but I don’t want to.