Discommbobulated

So tired. Long work week. As I tidy up my demanding office, I still enjoy the decor I chose. Sweet hard light brown credenza filled with my most treasured reads. How I love the way each book stands at attention, each one lined up according to alphabetical order. Mmmm. I love how these inanimate objects fall wonderfully in place of control. The order makes me wet. Running late for my dinner date but he can wait. I can be a bit rebellious at times. In all honesty, I do it purposefully because I know in the end, I will be wonderfully punished for my naughty behavior. I dig my low heeled tan pumps into the more than  boring office carpet. I slow my pace. He can wait. I smile. I arrive. One last look in the mirror. I take my Estée Lauder lip gloss out and shake the peach liquid gently in my palm. The phallic shape makes my hand tremble. I gently stroke the warm wet peachy liquid across my full Latina lips. So wet and glossy. I hurry my pace as I enter the wine room. I innately know that I cannot continue my lateness. He will not tolerate such insubordination. Secretly it doesn’t matter to me because in the end, he will be pleased and so will I. He pours me a wonderful glass of Cabernet. I swallow exactly as he has instructed. It’s time to leave. We drive home in silence. My breathing is labored in anticipation of what I deserve and desire. Once inside, he firmly takes my highlighted locks in his hands and takes grip. His wonderfully mastered high ponytail let’s me know it’s time. My release is near.