Chapter 17

I arrive home shortly before nine o’clock feeling famished. I saved some of my lunch for a snack at the end of my shift, but I’m in need of a good meal. I go straight to the kitchen and raid the larder for something that I can make up quickly.

Tom is on the couch sleeping off the half dozen bottles of beer he will have undoubtedly consumed in celebration of his football team’s victory today. I let him sleep while I prepare my meal. As much as I want to tell him all ... well, most ... of what happened today, I can be patient. The delay will give me time to sort my own thoughts into order. All in all, I enjoyed my work today. I enjoyed well over a dozen powerful orgasms during the course of the day. The tight outfit and bondage satisfy my wildest perverted fantasies, and the work routine is strange but tolerable. There were a couple of incidents that made me feel uncomfortable, but no lasting harm came of it. I must wait until Monday evening to learn how many penalty points I acquired today. That’s when all the Fillies assemble at Mistress Stella’s house and receive whatever punishment is due.

I take my time finishing my meal. I’m stacking my dishes in the dishwasher when Tom regains consciousness. He’s not in a fit state to hold an intelligent conversation tonight, so I decide to leave telling him the details of my day until tomorrow morning.

“You look as though you are ready for bed,” I say.