Page 4 of Controlling Her

Kyle withdrew from me and said sharply, "Get dressed and go to work. Don't wear panties. It is of no use to you."

"But I will feel more comfortable wearing underwear,” I reasoned.

"Don't argue this with me. I don't want you with any panties on. Is that clear?" he said, and his strident voice echoed in the room.

He continued, "It's not as if you have a dick that you need the panties to act as a leach to keep it under control. No panties on, simple as that.”

"No panties on," I repeated and began to dress up to leave for work. Kyle watched me and even sucked my breasts. I was deadpan, knowing I wasn't getting his dick that morning.

When he was done with my breasts, he put on his clothes, ready to go to work, too. Then, he said, "Are you ready? I will go with you to work to convince your boss why you are late.”

“No, that wouldn't be necessary,” I objected to his plan.

“Why not? I want to be sure you don't have any deduction from your wages.”

"I will speak to him myself, and he will understand."

Kyle rejected my idea, "I am not allowing you to take that upon yourself. I will be there to talk to him, man to man, and you wouldn't have to worry about anything."

“If you insist,” I said and left for the bathroom.

"Where are you off to again?" Kyle asked as though he was time-conscious and not the reason behind our lateness to work.

“I need to wash whatever cream you left there and smell nice again,” I said.

“Garth said he would be here in the evening. He will have dinner with us,” Kyle said.

The information upset me, and Kyle knew why, even without me saying it. When I left the bathroom, I asked him the purpose of his friend’s visit.

“He said something about coming to town for business and will stop by for dinner,” Kyle responded.

"Just dinner, and he will leave, isn't it?" I asked.

“It shouldn’t be more than dinner. But why are you asking this question, anyway? Garth is my friend, and he is welcome here anytime," Kyle said, his voice rising higher than before.

I sensed that he was angry or pretending to be to have his way without me questioning him further about Garth's visit. I decided to let it go.

“It’s okay. I am ready for work now," I said with a smile, ending the argument before it became heated.

Kyle responded with a smile and led me out of the room and out of the apartment to work.

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Chapter Three

Whatever Kyle told my boss worked like magic. I left the two men to talk, and I, not being good at reading lips, couldn't tell what my husband said by the hitherto fierce boss to crack him up. They looked at me inside occasionally and continued their conversation. The glass door wouldn't let me hear their words, and I felt disappointed.

The two men had a conversation followed by laughter, ending with a side hug like long-time buddies. Everything was like how mature men do, and in the end, my boss was even nicer to me than ever. Curiously, my boss was kind throughout the day and asked me to take the next day off.

Although the next day was Saturday, when I still came to work, he asked that I stay away to rest.

“But I am not tired or need so much rest,” I contended.

"I know you haven't, but I spoke with your husband, and he was very candid about your well-being. I have agreed to let you have tomorrow to yourself with pay,” my boss said.

I inhaled deeply, unsure of what my husband had told my boss to make him grant such a request.

"What's the deal?" I asked my boss, hoping that if he revealed what my husband told him, it wouldn't be anything about his four buddies fucking me at the horse.

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