Call me Duchess

Pocket Full of Sunshine

Monday morning, I awake with excitement, my husband is still asleep, so I remain quiet as to not wake him. I hop in the shower and cleanse myself of the filth that has accumulated in my sleep. A mixture of wetness and period blood has clogged my canal and I am honestly disgusted. After about 20 minutes in the shower, I get out and dry off, mindlessly humming "pocket full of sunshine." This song just might be my happy song for the day or just the song I think about when dealing with Denise. I get dressed and put my hair into its usual "work bun." I look myself over once more before leaving the boudoir and heading into the kitchen for tea. My phone vibrates letting me know how much time is left before i'm late for work, and I also receive an email from the vice principle.

From: JAdams.stonecrest@email.com

Hello Principal Timber, I will not be coming in today, I have a family emergency, my daughter has fallen Ill, and the wife is unable to watch her. Thank you for your understanding.

J. Adams

Well, that's unfortunate. I respond with a quick confirmation and prepare myself mentally for a full day of bullshit after my meeting with Ms. Mercer. I place my phone on the counter and grab a muffin from the pantry. I hear my husband wake and head toward him to greet him before I leave.

"Good morning, beautiful" he says in a sleepy tone. He gives me a quick peck on the cheek. "Hey, you" I respond warmly with a smile. "I've got a full day today so I'm gonna head in a little early. Adams called out." I say as he heads toward the bathroom. I follow him for a moment before checking my watch.

"Oh, Adams, how's he doing these days?" my husband asks as he puts his chastity cage on. That haze hits me once again as I watch him, I think about getting a smaller less comfortable one, then I quickly realize I've been ogling his member instead of responding to his question. "Oh, his daughter is sick so there's that. How's the cage, does it still fit just right?" I ask as my eyes move back and forth between his eyes and his member. He takes it into his hand and bounces his half-mast cock up and down before responding. "Yes, its fine" he smiles and continues getting dressed. I return his smile and head over to my closet and open the chest. I'd forgotten to grab the keys to the cage. I take them and tuck them away in my bra before heading back toward him.

"Okay, I'm going now. Check in throughout the day" I say kissing my husband on the cheek. "Yes, Duchess" he responds winking at me. I smile at him once more then make my way down to the garage. The dark blue range rover is my go-to work vehicle. I hop in and turn on the song that's been in my head since I woke up, Natasha Bedingfield "Pocket full of sunshine" and ride to work feeling particularly jittery. That is until I receive a phone call interrupting the best part of the song. The caller I.D. says it's my mother, fuck. Just what I need, my mother's high pitched French speaking, judgmental annoying fucking voice. What could she possibly want? I sigh and click to answer the call:

"Bonjour, j'ai de mauvaises Nouvelles. Votre pere est a l'hopital. Il est malade. Quand rentres-tu a la maison?"

I hear her speaking French and my head begins to throb. It's been years since we've talked, and I haven't had to understand French in God knows how long. To be fair I usually understand it fairly well, but I'm not even remotely in the mood for whatever bullshit she has to say. I roll my eyes and simply respond

"Huh?" I hear her sigh just as I did then, restate what she'd said in English.

"Your father is sick, when you come home?"

Her English is incredibly broken. You'd think after 45 years of marriage to an average English speaking black man from Brooklyn, she would've pick up more. But she's stubborn. However, the news about my father is heartbreaking...