A quality sick day

In Australia there is a long standing tradition of the sickie.  They are not meant to be squandered lightly on something mundane like illness... though that is what they are designed for. No the twoo purpose of a sickie is to stay at home and have sex. That or nurse a hangover acquired during the pursuit of sex. Of course one small slave failed those lofty ideals and spent the last two days home with a very bad migraine. Not that it stopped Him having sex... after all one was conveniently there.

That was how one found oneself being roused out of a nap by being rudely levered up onto all fours, while He used one as a convenient place to deposit a load of cum. And later in the shower where one was squashed up against the tiles while being sodomised roughly before He went to work.

A position that was repeated in bed this morning when He came home... right before the anniversary butt plug was inserted and He went to sleep.

Later in the evening upon returning from gym... the migraine had finally abated and one needed the endorphins to get rid of the sluggish feeling... one found Him awake...

How's your arse He enquired conversationally

Its fine... was the cautious and somewhat terse reply from this end

Oh good He cried, leaping from behind the computer desk to do a rather good impersonation of the girls who strut around the ring holding up the cards to announce the next round...

Ding, ding, round two He announced

The worst of this is the knowing looks one will receive upon going to work tomorrow...

None of them realise that the sex is not quite voluntary...

And that it is far safer for one small slave to be sick at work, than it will ever be at home having a sickie.