Shh On Our Command Kitten

Falling back, I shake my head, a laugh escaping my lips as my eyes roll. Just another day of the same shit, really. My mind replays the events of today, and it is just a repeat of yesterday. Moving, I kick off my shoes and sit up, my eyes falling on the laptop.

"Hey."

Turning I smile at Clyde as he stands at the door. "Hi, good day?"

He walks in laughing, shaking his head. "As good as can be, so tonight?" His smile grows as he becomes hopeful.

"No, don't really feel like it." I shrug my shoulders. This deal works for him but leaves me feeling frustrated and bored. To start with, it was fun; now though it isn't. Clyde looks at me waiting - he thinks I am joking? I laugh slightly. "Honestly, Clyde, me and sex tonight isn't happening. Sorry." Nodding, he walks out.

The arrangement works. My eyes roll at my own thoughts. It doesn't work. We are busy. We finish work and come home, friends with benefits, although the arrangement only seems to benefit him these days. Sex has just become part of my daily routine with him. Nothing fun or different, and it is boring, but I can't say that.

"We could go out for a drink instead if you want?" Turning, I look at Clyde. He isn't getting the hint. I feel slightly annoyed.

"Clyde, no. Not tonight, and to be honest, no offence, but the sex is getting boring." My words are soft as I try smiling at him. Why did I say that? "It isn't your fault Clyde, it's me." He nods, walking away. It is me. Sex can be amazing, but most of the time, it isn't. Tapping on the laptop, I open it, boredom apparent on my face as I scroll through one social media website after another.

Hitting the search on the website, I type in ‘sex’ and search, slowly looking through groups. My eyes stop on one, clicking ‘join’, and I wait. Boredom isn't good, clearly. I laugh at myself. I just joined a group about sex. Instantly, the laptop pings telling me I have been accepted into the group.

Scrolling through, I look at the posts, the announcements and everything else. My eyes stopped on one. ‘Meet and greet, ask questions on my command date’. I look at it, confused. There is nothing else about it. Nothing to say about what the ‘meet and greet’ is for or about. I glance at the clock. It starts in an hour. Clicking the name, I send a message asking if there is space.

Sitting, I wait; ten minutes later a message appears.

It's one-to-one, and slots are between 6 pm and 11 pm, every hour - what time would you like? Not six as that is gone.

I glance at the message confused, ‘one-to-one’? Hitting reply, I say eleven; afterwards, I shake my head - why did I say eleven? Why not seven or eight? Why didn't I even ask what it is for? Laughing, I shake my head.

My eyes glance down, seeing the reply.

Great, here is the address, see you at eleven. You don't need to bring anything, just an open mind and willingness to change your sex life.