A Sorry Husband (for Demetri)

[KathyKane]

Delilah Rivers woke with the dawn as she usually did. Set her handsome husbands alarm back ten minutes so he could get a little extra sleep and headed down to the kitchen to make his breakfast. It was Damien's birthday, and as far as Delilah was concerned, he deserved the very best.

She had eggs and bacon with sausage links and small helping of grits on hand for him with freshly squeezed orange juice and a cup of coffee mixed the way he liked it. Delilah was a tall woman standing nearly six feet tall, she had a pale olive complexion and the wide hips of a Latino amazon and tall stature of a athlete to match, but with the looks of a model, long black hair that curled down her back in ringlets, and her eyes were a like red hot coals.

Hearing his alarm go off, Delilah ducked into the living room and stripped off her shorts and top, completely naked, she threw on a small apron that barely reached her thighs and covered nothing in the back and went back to stirring the grits at the kitchen counter. Waiting to her Damien's footsteps from behind her.

"Happy Birthday My Dear!" She smiled over her shoulder upon hearing his arrival.

[EffyDearest]

"Yes ma'am, I'm checking your dial tone now from our syst-... No ma'am, me checking it here doesn't mean you automatically have dial-..." An eggshell, soft, small hand reached up to brush light brown, sun-kissed strands of hair away from his vision. Revealed were sharp hazel eyes, but also dark rings under his eyes. It looked almost exaggerated, like he drew them on himself. Sometimes he came home a few hours later than expected, sometimes sleep was difficult just trying to drain his mind from work.

Stress was prevalent through Damien's life. He had figured once he left school and started working it would get easier. Instead he was handed a silver platter of more stress because the path he started ended up beginning with tech support. Every day he dreaded walking inside. His work ethic kept him to it, though. He knew what it felt like to be angry with a service, so in his mind customers meant something.

Occasionally he would glance over to coworkers, seeing sloppier desks filled with food and old paperwork in bad piles, waiting to topple onto the carpet that was so worn it felt like it may as well be wood. His own station was tidy, few papers, few anything. He kept a picture of his sweetheart, Delilah. A constant reminder to continue to do what he did, learn as much as possible while doing it, and to shark his way to the top to make more money.

But everyone needed a break. With a booming intellect, Damien was a ripe candidate for the work with a steady path of raises and promotions in line, no degree necessary. With how he handled customers who were actually willing to listen was swift, showing potential of those with a few more years experience. This meant he got worked hard, and was usually a first pick to call in when overloaded. 'Young people', he'd be told 'don't have kids and can work more, you know'?

"Well I have a wife.." he'd say meekly back, not wanting to look a supervisor in the face to get snarky. He'd slink back into the state willing to work. Near his wife, though, he'd be showing a different story to maintain his image and look strong in front of her.. at least publicly. Today was a varied day, though. He would walk right in to request off. He'd been worked like a dog for the last two weeks from an outage at another location, so they'd been taking double the ticket influx. That other system was back online, though.

A quick knock on the door to his boss's office and he slipped right in. He was looking at an older man. Damien liked his boss, personally. He reminded Damien of himself, tired and overworked. Except over twice as old, doing it twice as long as Damien's lifespan. Ow. His boss looked up to him curiously, a pair of glasses half sliding off.

"Sooo.. like, it's my birthday tomorrow. Sooooooo... I can have off?"

"I'm sorry Damien, you know we're down too many people this week. I need you to come in anyway, we're expecting a high volume of tickets from tonight to still be escalated. If you, uh wanna stay a bit longer tonight th-"

Damien already stormed out, annoyed at the thought of working on his birthday. How come others got to call out and he didn't? Probably because the work would actually get done if he was there, really.

That night sleep was a struggle. He tossed and turned around, kept waking up to rub a knot out of his back and kept glaring angrily to the clock. But every second of anger was coupled with another calming one. He finally found himself asleep only when he managed to cuddle up with Delilah's sleeping body. He tossed no more after.

As Delilah rose he felt it and stirred, yet rather than open his eyes at all he instead mewed a soft whine instead, pulling covers over him and staying mute. Just long enough for the wonderful smells to waft into the room and the alarm to brazenly wake him. An audible groan was released and he climbed up and out of bed. Hair stuck out to the left a bit, but he didn't care. He was hungry and wanted attention.

The first thing his eyes noticed were the orbs unbidden on Delilah. He blinked quickly and traced her spine up to her neck.

"Thank you ma'am.." he said quietly, strolling to her. He pressed his head to her back and hugged her from behind, holding his lust for a moment.

"You look gorgeous, sweetie." He buried his disdain for work for a moment.

[KathyKane]

She cooed appreciatively as she hugged her, circling her hips so her bottom rubbed against his pants crotch. "Thank you dear, you look incredibly professional yourself...do you think they'll let you off early?" Delilah knew he was unhappy about going into work, but she intended to bring a couple silver linings to his gray cloud.

"I have a small list of things for you to bring back with you from the store tonight if that's ok, then when you get back we can celebrate..."

[EffyDearest]

Damien found himself wiggling some, pressed tightly to Delilah. A quiet blush popped up on his face, brushing some of his spastic hair to a more uniform station. Oh how unfair of Delilah to tease him before he'd even had a chance to wake up. His hands gently found themselves on her sides. His expression however changed up quickly, a bit annoyed she had already mentioned work. Not at her, of course as the job he kept to support his love and himself. He was angry at his boss still for having him come in, though he knew his acts from the day before were immature. A deep, shamed regret. Now his morning seemed more dull. Oh no.

His attention turned back to his wife, not even hearing her properly for a moment. Small list? List...? Oh!~

"Uhhhh-huh," he replied, not all the way listening. His vision focused back upon her body. "Nooo they won't let me off early." His response wasn't quite accurate to the order she spoke but he was getting somewhere, at least. The aroma in the air filled up his nostrils and he looked around again with an incredibly obvious distraction. He wasn't even showered or dressed, but that was okay, he had time to do it later.

[KathyKane]

Delilah pouted at his response, his work was really becoming noticbley troublesome, Delihah thought he could convince them to give him full weekends off but it never seemed to happen.

She teased him a bit more with her physical touch before pulling away to put the food on the table. Turning back to face him she bit her lip in a suggestive smile. "So...how much time do you have? Enough time to do me in the shower?" She turned and bent over the table she'd just filled with food. Shaking her bottom at him. "Or do you just want to do me here?"

[EffyDearest]

Trying to keep his erection manageable in his pants, Damien's eyes followed the food. . . for a moment. As Delilah bent over Damien took a step closer, a naughty finger running itself up and down her crack, lightly pushing on her. Retracing his hand he sat down, still sleepy. The smirk on his face was sharp. At least some things would go well today. Without a word he picked up a fork, motioning Delilah to join him.

"Shower, ma'am." He waited for her to join him so he could scoot as close as possible to Delilah. Even though she was already nearly half a foot taller he still felt small in her presence. But he liked that. To support her and to be more supported at home. A happiness to his dim lights.

[KathyKane]

Delilah took her time attending his every need at the breakfast table, teasing and undressing him in the bathroom, making him cum twice before she let him go, it was his birthday, he deserved to have a little fun. Delilah intended to have all her fun when he returned that evening.

She bid him farewell wearing just his pale blue bathrobe and reminded him to get some things from the store. The list was a simple one, a couple of bathroom essentials, the salt she liked, and a couple of fresh vegetables. She spent the rest of the day straightening their house and preparing for the fun that night.

~ ~ ~

It was almost 8PM, and hour after he usually returned home, that was strike one, he hadn't even called to tell her where he was, that was strike two, and she wondered aloud if he'd forget the shopping, striking out and giving her the excuse to punish him deliciously.

She was sitting on a single chair moved to the middle of the family room so he'd face her when he entered. She was wearing her favorite black lingerie. Well, she was wearing her favorite bra, garter belt and stockings, instead of underwear, she had a formidable strap on attached, its ribbed surface was a bright red and she was eager to use it.

Her hands were gloved with long leather gloves that reached to her elbows, and she was tapping a riding crop on her hand as she waited.

[EffyDearest]

After a wonderful morning with the person he loved the most the day drifted quickly into chaos. As soon as he got to work he ended up rushing to his desk, hearing phones light up across the entire floor. It hadn't been five minutes and he had three tickets assigned to him. Hands squeezed locks of hair between the webbings and pulled. Eyes darted straight to the picture he kept of Delilah, and lips were met with teeth as he tried to focus on one customer's screaming at a time.

"Are you there!? Are you even listening?" Damien had o shake his head to wake himself back up, returning back to his normal, helpful self. It wasn't going to be long, this customer was just one of the last seventy million he took that just didn't understand their equipment. After a quick walk-through he was finished. But that was only one. And his ticket number was still piling up. He wanted to go home, not be here...

After hours of working diligently he had still had to skip a lunch break to only be a bit over an hour late leaving. His boss's cheerful 'birthday day cake' surprise in the middle of the shift angered him, like he was being bribed to be happy and keep working.

Getting to his car was nearly a full sprint in the parking lot. Only God could have protected him from getting a ticket with the speed and reckless fury he drove. Mindful only of other cars and pedestrians, he didn't bother to check for cops. Being his birthday there was a tad bit of an immortal feeling. He did turn twenty-one today! Which meant the most very obvious: he had to stop at the liquor store, and so he did. A bottle of spiced rum and he was off back to With the dim lights lit and the through the branches of the trees he found a nice atmosphere he enjoyed. But he hadn't enjoyed most of his birthday so he was still angry. But it wasn't too late yet.

Damien, sitting parked on the street in front of his home, was a bit impatient. The brown paper bag that had the alcohol was shifted down so he could drink from the top. He coughed to the bitter taste, closing the cap back on and getting out of his car to walk up the steps.

Once he stepped inside his face lit up to a bright red, forcing him to shut the door immediately behind him. Seeing her in her dominatrix outfit was exhilarating and a bit nerve-wracking at the same time. Normally he'd find a lot more pleasure but he was certain there was something he had forg- oh.. her shopping list! And he was already home so late..

"W-Well h-hello ma'am. Good to see you miss." He used the hand not carrying the bottle to part his hair from his sight.

[KathyKane]

Delilah smiled devilishly at her husband, but made that smile vanish under a scowl. Her long dark hair was teased up in a tight bun and she wore a leather cap with metal studs spelling out DOM on the bill of the cap. "Miss? Ma'am? Is that any way to refer to your owner brat?"

She stood up and put one booted foot on the chair. "Strip to your underwear worm, Strip and then come here brat, come here so I can begin your punishment."

Her eyes flicked down to the paper bag in his hand. "That doesn't look like the groceries I requested." She held up three long fingers. "Your late, you haven't called, and you failed to run the errand I sat for you? Where do you think you get off with all this rudeness?"

[EffyDearest]

"Is that any way to refer to your owner, brat?"

Damien shivered at the mere tone of her voice. With how dressed she was he figured she had started off dressing up lightly to play games for the night and ended up getting mad enough and kept gearing up. She was totally going to mention his forgetfulness- which he knew his excuse of work wasn't going to help. If she did he knew he'd whine back and he'd get in more trouble. As the order was barked at him to strip he very quickly began to kick his shoes off, only to keep getting reprimanded further, making him wince.

The bottle!

He sluggishly placed the container on a nearby table, looking rather guilty now. He didn't like hearing that he hadn't called, of all reasons, lest it had actually worried her and not been a folly to punish him.

"W-Well mistress I was at work. Y-You know I can't call you then," he said boldly dropping his shirt on the floor, followed by his pants and socks. He was a bit nervous walking to Delilah, like she'd strike him unjustly and without warning. However, the crotch of his boxers showed a different story to his reactions.