Geisha Girl

Geisha Girl  
 
     Jessica approaches me with some wifely needs. “Don, my ass needs manhandling bad. Your he-man massages bring out the tiger in me. Am I dinging your dong?”  
     “Sweetheart I’m just checking out the weather.”  
     Jessica slaps her hands on the tabletop. “You’ve been looking at that damn monitor for three hours. Don’t kid me about the forecast. Thunderstorms are on the way if you don’t talk to me.” My internet addiction is now the subject of table talk.  
     “Sweets, would you toast a pastry for me and serve it steaming hot on a plate?”  
     “Honey, I love being your housewife. But please don’t rub it in. Being your plaything in bed is fun. However, I didn’t sign up as a domestic slave.”  
     I sandwich her hands between mine. “Jessica, expanding our games to the kitchen and dining room will make our bedroom play even steamier. How about you serve me tea like a Geisha? We’ll do it like the Japanese do. I’ll sit at the table and  you pour.”  
     Jessica slaps my buns which protrude from my  chair. “You male chauvinist pig! You want me to be your courtesan? This is America dude. If you want a high-class prostitute, go out and hire one. I’m your wife.”  
     I scoot my bottom like a dog with his tail between his legs. “Listen it isn’t really demeaning at all. Japanese men are often more intimate with their Geishas than their spouses. Think of it as a way of spicing up our marriage. You used to love that show, “I Dream of Jeannie.” Just think of me as Major Nelson and you Jeannie. Call me master. Trust me you’ll like it.”  
     Now that the artillery has let up I relax my butt in my seat. “Just once I’ll entertain this notion of yours. Well, sit at the table. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”  
     I love pat my wife on her voluptuous derriere. “Many women have fantasies about this. You’d be surprised. I see the teapot is boiling. Let’s begin our tea ceremony.”  
     Jessica’s lips twitch nervously. “Ok, just the once. I hope I don’t spill it on your lap. I’m not comfortable with this role-playing game. Here you go.”  
     I pinch her tush and begin her serfdom. “Let me try this. You know it could use some honey to sweeten it. Please go get some.”  
     Jessica rubs the spot where I nipped her tuchis. “This is outrageous. But I must admit it is different. It isn’t altogether bad. In fact, I’m getting turned on.”  
     This time I grab a handful of her rear. “I knew you would darling. Just drip a few drops in my cup. That’s right. Now let me try it. It is perfect.”  
     I knead her posterior in a rolf massage. “I live to serve you. Would you like some toast and jam with your tea?”  
     I slap her arse to christen her as my servant. “Oh, I would love it. You know my favorite with the plum preserves.”  
     She with a wicked eye gleam. “Here I come, my Lord. But you know what? I’m going to spread the jam on your lips. I want a taste. There we go. Now I’ll lick the sugar off your kisser. You taste yummy. I’m getting hot. Shall we take this love play into the bedroom? I aim to please.”  
     “No not just yet. I haven’t had my toast. Do fetch it for me. I’m very hungry.” I rub her keister with strokes of mastery.  
     Like an obedient puppy, she aims to please. “Oh, what sweet torture. But I will obey. Here it is my king. Bon Appetit.”  
     She licks my jammy lips like a hungry kitten. “You’ve done a fine job, my enchantress. This is your new role in life. Now go to the bedroom and get undressed. Wait for me like that while I check my email. Put on your lipstick. No, leave you’re bra and panties on. I want to watch you striptease out of them.”  
     She wiggles her fanny on course to the bed-room. “I can’t believe how turned on I am by this. Just an hour ago I’d have never believed it possible. Lead the way master, and I will follow.”