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I hadn't heard from Julia all day. It wasn't exactly unusual, but I often received at least a text or two, if not a phone call. She probably went out shopping or something with Lisa. Lisa was home now, though; she waved to me from her front porch, a big grin on her face. I waved back.
I liked Lisa. She was good people and a regular member of the guys Thursday night poker game. She was the only woman allowed, because she was a good poker player and could dish it out as good as she got, and didn't mind the mild flirtation and sexual innuendo we frequently tossed her way. She made up the sixth. We never played with less than five and never more than six. Five or six was the perfect number for us. We were scheduled to play at her house this Thursday. My house and hers always had the best snacks to go with the cold beverages. Her house because she was a good cook, and my house because Julia was. The other four regular guys were single. When we needed another due to sickness or other obligations, which wasn't often, the replacement was married. His wife was a decent cook, but refused to put on a spread for his poker buddies. Additionally, I think she resented Lisa was allowed to play, thinking there might be hankypanky going on in addition to the poker. I don't know why she'd think that when there never was at her house if we ever used it. There never was, because we liked poker and were dead serious about it. That might change a bit if Julia decided to be my sex slave for three weeks.
I walked through the door shouting, "Honey, I'm..." Home died on my lips. Julia was kneeling on her yoga mat, in the kneeling position, except instead of her hands behind her head, they were behind her back. Even her mouth was open properly. Her collar was on her neck. Fuck, she was beautiful, just perfect. And she'd removed her pubic hair. I felt my cock stir. I set my briefcase down.
"Good evening, sir. Your slave awaits your pleasure."
I walked behind her, observing her cuffed wrists. I lowered my jeans zipper and I could see her react when she heard it. She remained still otherwise. I released my prick, already half grown and walked back in front of her.
"Good form, slave."
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