Chapter 3

Dear Diary, I’m home at last and have so much to tell you! I missed being able to journal before Charles and I turned in for the night since I didn’t spend it together with him at home last night at all. Then I was not able to update you this morning either, Diary. For that I still feel like apologizing. I know it’s silly, but I really have missed you.

Where to start. I suppose the limo! The limousine was smaller than you’d see on television, but lavishly appointed nonetheless.

It was a little awkward climbing in without giving sway to the driver, who was holding the door, that I was wearing handcuffs but I managed it, including instinctively choosing the rear facing seat so that Charles could sit next to his new fuck buddy.

I knew he had to be as nervous as me although he never displays such emotions in public. That didn’t stop me from wanting the girl to be able to provide him some measure of comfort, even if it was just an ability to drape herself over him for the ride. She seemed to have the same idea as that’s exactly what she did when he climbed in last.

It was also clear she’d never ridden in a limo either. While sitting sideways on Charles’ lap, she began to finger everything within reach like a curious child until Charles redirected her efforts by kissing her soundly - with lots of tongue and careful caresses. Exactly the sort of kisses and caresses I wished I was receiving. I had to be satisfied that at least Charles was enjoying some female attention.

I sat in silence watching the pair interact for a few minutes before the girl broke the kiss to whisper a question in Charles’ ear. Charles, chuckling, assured her she could ask me anything she wanted, directly.

Looking a little hesitant, the girl asked me if it was really true I was married to Charles. I assured her I was. That only made her look more bewildered and ask why I would put up with being treated so cruelly by him.

At first I was at a loss for words. As you know, dear Diary, Charles is as far from cruel as it is possible for a man to be! Uncomplicated, sure. Self assured, most certainly. Understanding of my needs, completely. How does one respond to such a misguided accusation? Charles loves me as much as I love him and I assured her of that, Charles nodding along with my assurances.

After that, the girl had no more to say to me and instead, conducted a whispered, giggly conversation with Charles, excluding me once more. I suspect she thinks me crazy but only because she doesn’t ‘get’ my relationship with Charles and a ride of twenty minutes in the back of a limousine is not nearly enough time to convince a stranger of what it means to be a true, devoted, dutiful wife to an amazing husband even if I had been given permission to speak freely.

When we arrived at the venue, I half expected to be greeted by paparazzi. Charles isn’t extremely rich and he’s certainly not famous to anyone but me - he just works for a few people who ARE very rich.

Still, pulling into a portico at the front door of a glamorous hotel it just felt like there would be cameras going off the instant the door was opened by the driver. To be honest, I was a little disappointed that there wasn’t. Charles deserves fame and fortune and it’s just a shame to me that it hasn’t found him yet.

We left the limo in the reverse order, first Charles, who helped the girl out, followed by me. Charles supported my cuffed and shawl-covered wrists and his touch was next to bliss for me. It was the first time he’d touched me since that morning. It actually sent tingles directly to my cunt.

Cunt. What a lovely word, Diary. You didn’t know that the pages that burned covered the inception of that word into my standard vocabulary.

Once upon a time, the word was considered by me to be vile. I had a hoo hoo, not a cunt. Charles changed all that when he took over my life and I learned that a cunt is what a cunt has. It was a very grounding lesson that took a month or more to learn but learn it I did.