My date last night was fabulous. It started with having my sub, Butler, prepare me for it. Most men have no idea what a woman goes through to put herself together for an important date. My servant knows but only because I’ve kept him under my heels for over a decade……………….. He keeps my clothes and shoes in a near perfect state. I didn’t have to worry about something being at the cleaners or not ironed. To keep him involved in my preparations, he touched up my nails and he curled and dried my hair. Getting ready is a bit of a production and I wanted him actively involved in all of it. He’s done this before. I’ve been out on several dates but he sensed that this one was different. When I was finally polished and primped I had him kneel and kiss the tops of my heels. Again, this is something he has done before. I had wracked my brain on how I could make this date special………………… Whenever I get stuck like this I always go to my ace in the hole, Heather. After, preparing me, Butler and I came down stairs to find that Heather, following my suggestion, had let herself in the house. She stood at the bottom of the landing smiling up at me. I could feel Butler tense. Heather frightens him a little. She doesn’t really like to see me dating other men but she kissed me on the cheek and told me that no man deserved me. She’s such a dear. I informed Butler that while I was at dinner I wanted him to make himself useful by giving Heather a manicure and pedicure. He was immediately agreeable although I know he was thinking he’d rather be locked alone in a cage. Such is life………………..I chatted with Heather about my date for a few minutes until doorbell rang. I kissed Butler on the cheek and left knowing what Heather had in mind. I could hear her start in as I walked to the front of the house. I couldn’t hear what was being said but Heather can drip more scorn and haughty bitchiness in one line than the evil queen in Snow White does in the entire fairytale. I concentrated on what was before me………………… I had a wonderful dinner. Sam pulled out all the stops in his ongoing program to seduce me. He was charming and full of compliments and wit while he attempted to subtly ply me with wine. Men never learn. They never ask themselves why it is on the night that they finally talk a woman into bed that she just happens to be wearing her best set of lingerie? Women decided when. This time I wanted both men dangling on the hook just a little longer before I reeled them in……………………. While I tried to be present with this charming young man I knew that Heather was putting the screws to Butler. Earlier, she told me something of her plans. She would make it clear to him that I had replaced him with a younger and a more virile partner. Oh, she can grind it in when she wants to do so! I had to secretly smile to myself when I thought about it. And, I admit, it was partly true. Sam is younger and more beautiful. And, I was out with him at an elegant dinner while Butler served under the lash of my evil twin. Also, later, at a time of my choosing, I was going to enjoy this young man’s sweet body. Of course, men have been betraying their wives with younger women since time began. It felt like justice to be turning things around for once. ………………. After dinner, I allowed Sam to take me home. We arrived about the time I expected to return. I knew that Heather, per my instructions, had placed Butler where he could see and hear me say goodnight to Sam at the door. This was important to me. I have cucked Butler a couple of times but he never knew the men nor had he been required to watch. I wanted him to see the romance and heat grow between my date and me. I wanted him powerless to stop what was happening. This time when Sam and I kissed I allowed it to go on much longer. I admit it was more difficult to extract myself from his embrace this time because I wanted to stay there. I could feel his manhood pressed hard against my belly. I told him that I would have the house to myself this coming weekend. Sam understood what I was saying. After another passionate embrace, he left with a smile. I turned and entered the house…………………. I found Butler was on his hands and knees in the darkened hallway. Straddling him was Heather wearing a wicked smile. She is my perfect partner in crime. Apparently, she had been amused by Butler’s predicament and had spent the evening psychologically torturing him about it. I almost never try to feminize him but Heather had put him in a frilly apron to receive her manicure and pedicure. I didn’t need to use my imagination to know that she had been savaging his manhood by underlining the fact that I was out with a younger man while he was dressed like a sissy and doing her nails. Heather knew exactly what I wanted. Butler never raised his head until Heather left several minutes later……………. Afterwards, I kept to the script by being completely matter of fact. If Butler was experiencing a soul searing experience I made it clear that I was only doing what seemed natural. I’m sure he wondered where he would be this weekend when I had Sam over. I knew that he would prefer anything other than to be lent to Heather. However, he was too well trained to ask. Instead, he went ahead and prepared me for bed. It had to be torture for him to undress me and carefully hang up my clothes. Was he looking for signs of possible love making? As he does most nights, he stood behind me at my vanity and brushed my hair for a few minutes. He rarely speaks during these quiet minutes while I concentrate on the delicious sensation of the brush combing through my hair. I could feel the sexual tension between us………………… I love it when he’s caught between being too scared to rebel and too scared to move forward. It was all unfolding just as I hoped. Later, after dismissing him to his tiny room down the hall, I slept like an innocent child.