Girl's Night Out at 6:00 AM

Last night was a sort of girl's night out. It was actually an adult toy party, hosted by one of my wife's friends, where only the ladies are allowed. I always enjoy the mood my wife comes home in after one of these, and enjoy even more the benefits of what she returns home with (or receives in the mail a few weeks later, depending on what it is she opts to get).

Part of that is that I tend to get extra credit for nights like these. Tuesday night is her normal coffee night but it was cancelled this week (because most of the same girls that go to coffee were also planning to go to this party). As my wife told me on Tuesday when I asked if coffee was still on, "Not all of the girls have husbands that will let them go out without the kids more than one night a week." So yeah. Bonus points. Go me.

So all week the plan has been for me to be home with the kids tonight. I was counting on it, and don't usually make other plans for Friday night. This one, however, turned out to be a little more special than most.

My wife left and I fed the kids dinner. After my son finished his up, he came in to the living room to ask if he could use my phone and call his grandma and ask if he could spend the night tomorrow night. Sure, I thought, what's the harm. His grandma (not really his grandma) is usually pretty active on the weekends so I wasn't going to put much stock into it but I let him try. Surprisingly, she answerd (she usually doesn't get to her phone in time). Not only that, but she told him that he (and his sister) could spend the night tonight. She told him to pack up and she'd head over to get them (since I didn't have a carseat for the baby).

Sweet. A night at home (with a short list of chores to do) with only the baby to worry about. I texted my wife and told her the good news.

I got a text back that told me I could do my chores dressed as I wished as soon as the baby was down for the night.

As soon as she was in her crib, I rushed downstairs and texted my wife, asking permission to "dress up" (code for wearing panties and/or a bra) and to wear my clamps. She thanked me for remembering to ask and granted her permission.

I had two specific chores to do. The first was to dust and remove cobwebs from a few places she'd noticed them around the house. The second was to clean the kitchen floor. Collared, cuffed, clamped and pantied I set to work, hard as could be inside my plastic cage as I wandered through the empty house cleaning cobwebs. And then the kitchen floor, on my hands and knees with the rings of my cuffs scraping across the wood, scrubbing the dirt off the floor. Fantasies about being her kitchen slave raced through my mind, chained and forced to do nothing but keep her kitchen spotless all day long...

The chores were anything but a chore. I truly enjoy opportunities like tonight, when I can experience my bondage (even at my own hand, with her permission) and not be limited to just my bedroom.

I was enjoying myself so much I thought I'd give Fond of Writing another shot, this time something a little more difficult. I gave it a longer line, set it to 100 entries and told it to require 3 entries for each mis-typed one. 16 minutes (and only one missed entry) later, I finally finished, frustrated but hard.

My imaginary punishment completed, I allowed myself to finally eat dinner and relax for a few before I came to write this post.

All in all, a good night that I truly enjoyed. Thank you Princess for allowing it.

After she got home, she even allowed me to sleep in my collar. I am the luckiest sub ever.