my phone call from the bathtub story

my phone call from the bathtub story.

Some years ago, while I was sitting once again by myself at home at
the end of a weekend while my wife was out enjoying herself and
creating a fulfilling sex life the following all took place.

She had returned late Sunday afternoon from what was supposed to be
just Friday night out that turned into, through a series of shifting
stories and changing events, a weekend, with the lesbian woman she
was involved with, which I later found out about.

When she first walked in, she spent a few moments getting settled and
while unpacking started a load of wash carefully throwing what she
had worn the previous few days into the machine. Once in awhile
through that weekend would call me to check up on me from her cell
phone. She would ask me if I was behaving myself, being a good girl,
what feminine clothing I was wearing, laugh a little bit and tell me
that she would call me sometime later, and hang up.

As the wash was running, She informed me that she had decided she
would take a soothing and relaxing bubble bath to unwind. For her
this was extremely unusual as any time she was extremely stressed
out, which was quite a bit, I would suggest that she go to take a
bath to relax, and her regular response was, " I can't do that. I
find it stressful just lying there, laying in the bathtub and trying
to relax like that, makes me feel like my head is going to explode. "

So I was a little more than surprised when she told me she was going
upstairs to take a bath. As always, She took along her trusty cell
phone. I was sitting downstairs watching television that Sunday
night, next to my chair is a table where I had a glass of water and
the hand unit from a cordless telephone. From the lower floor, I
could hear her laughing, and giggling along with some other noises I
couldn't make out, and some splashing at times, while spoke to one of
her female lovers on the phone, no doubt, as a look back upon this,
she was having phone sex with one of her lesbian lovers. I thought I
heard some initial conversation about how easygoing I was, and how I
do as she tells me to, followed by lots of laughter. And then the
conversation and other noises became somewhat more muted.

As I sat there wondering what was going on, the phone next to me
suddenly rang. As I've looked at the caller ID readout on the phone,
I realized she was calling me from the bathtub upstairs. Looking at
the ringing telephone for a moment in the state of disbelief, I
answered the phone. She spoke up, "hey, be a sweetie and bring me up
two beers, make sure you take the tops off and be quick about it.
Now, hurry up, I'm waiting and I am thirsty. Make sure you knock
before you into the bathroom" I didn't know what to do nor how to
respond, so like the sissy submissive I am, I got up, popped open 2
Heineken, and dashed up the stairs, as ordered like a servant, I
knocked twice on the door and she granted me entry.

As a walked in, she was smiling as she relaxed in the warm water as
bubbles filled of 80% of the surface. Her phone was on a marble
ledge next to the tub. She said "put both beers down there on the
floor safely and quick, quick get a good look, and then get out of
here and close the door. I am expecting a call." As the door closed,
and as my feet hit the top of the stairs going downward, the phone
rang again and she picked it up saying something I couldn't make out,
followed by a lot of laughter.

Apparently, her dominance over me, my presentation to her, her being
able to do whatever she wanted, while I did as I was told, like the
submissive sissy that I am, who I did as I ordered, was obviously an
ongoing joke. As a submissive sissy, thrust into such a situation, I
decided this was who and what I really was meant to be. After another
half hour or so, she dried herself off, yelled goodnight down the
stairs to me, talked for a while longer from the bedroom, and, relax,
while I sat down stairs with my head spinning.
sissycindylynn
(a name She gave me)