Do(es) a little dance

Well the day dawned, way too early as they are want to do, and one stumbled around getting ready for work. He was driving one small slave to work... yay... so there was a whole extra 20 minutes this morning. Most of which he seemed to take up with putting on his shoes. Never in the history of dressing has there been anyone slower than Him... think a small child who doesn't want to go to school slow. It is enough to make one insane just watching it.

First there is the selection of the shoe. Actually it starts with the socks. They are pulled out, carefully inspected to ensure they are indeed a pair... they are all white socks... the same brand of white socks. Then there is the putting on of the shoe and straightening the tongue just so...

You know He said conversationally, over tying the shoe laces...

It's those bloody double knots that take the time... that and evening up the lace loops before He ties them in those knots... and the measured pulling of the laces so that the pressure is even...

You were very lucky that you were sick last night otherwise you would have been rudely awoken...

See while He was acquiring several sets of knight armour in a range of colour ways... he couldn't make up his mind which one he liked the best... and killing off what looked suspiciously like dinosaurs to one's obviously untrained eye... one small slave slid off to sleep.

Those oysters made me too turned on to sleep He explained, in an aggrieved tone

Now here is a small and probably quite useless factoid. Oysters may be considered an aphrodisiac, but it has never been proven. However, they do contain high levels of zinc which is essential for testosterone and are also high in D-aspartic acid and N-methyl-D-aspartate (which have been shown to increase testosterone in rats). They do seem to have quite a profound effect on Him... mind you he gets hard if the wind changes, so one is inclined to consider this a possible placebo effect. Anyway, He had the oysters because they are a wonderful zinc boost to someone fighting off whatever bug was ailing his loyal and faithful companion. The one who was asleep as He was armour shopping...

So off we tottered to work where one was delighted to find that they had conned someone else into doing next Monday and Tuesday. So no working six days straight... Yay!

And He was feeling too sick to work himself, so he picked one small slave up as well... Double yay!

Now all one has to do is pay for all these courtesy rides...

And the interest incurred over the weekend due to being too sick to put out

And the penalty rates for leaving Him too horny to sleep... yes it might have been self inflicted, but one had paid for the oysters... so obviously it's all one's fault...

Bad, bad slave...

Who is now the indentured sex slave...

Probably for the next lifetime given His compounding interest rates

Wonders idly if it is actually safe to go to bed tonight...