So, yeah. My owner has been trading me to my boss’s wife.

Follow the dots on that one.

The arrangement is actually pretty fucking simple. My owner wanted me moved onto the company’s management benefits plan, which is a hell of a lot better than what I was getting as just one of the painters. My boss’s wife wanted some personal time with me. Apparently everyone involved figured out an arrangement that worked.

Including me, technically.

What I didn’t expect was for her to name the strap-on. The first time she told me its name, I laughed. Not at her, obviously. I’m not that fucking stupid. I just thought she was being funny. She corrected me immediately and made it very clear that no, this thing had a name now. Fine.

Then she started using the name casually. Not just when we were together. She’d mention it beforehand. She’d talk about what “he” was going to do to me later. She’d ask whether I missed him. She’d make these little comments that gradually made me realize something incredibly humiliating.

I swear this woman has a more affectionate relationship with the strap-on she uses on me than she does with me. And somehow, that’s fucking hot.

Then she started mentioning the name at work. That’s where things got dangerous.

She’ll stop by the office and casually ask me something about him. Or she’ll show up at a worksite, talk to my boss for a minute, then look directly at me and drop his name into some completely innocent-sounding sentence.

Nobody else knows what the fuck she’s talking about. I do. Instant red face. Every. Fucking. Time.

The guys I work with just keep doing whatever they’re doing while I’m standing there wondering whether my face is giving away the fact that my boss’s wife has basically created an inside joke about what happens when she gets me alone.

Sometimes I wonder what these guys would think if they actually knew that the bosses wife was fucking me in the ass so hard that she makes me scream – every fucking time.

I’m one of the younger guys. I’m a painter who somehow wound up with management benefits because my fiancée negotiated a very unusual fucking compensation package involving my submission to the boss’s wife. And now I’m getting teased about it at work by the woman who made the deal possible.

Yeah. They’d probably have some opinions.

But I’ve realized something else lately. I really don’t give a shit.

They can think whatever they want. I’m not embarrassed about submitting to women. I’m definitely not embarrassed that two women were confident enough to sit down and decide what they wanted from me, then make it happen.

Do I still turn bright fucking red when she says that name at a jobsite? Absolutely. She knows it too. Which is probably exactly why she keeps doing it.

Ok, you read this far, so here’s what is on everyone’s mind – his name is ‘Brutus.’ Yeah.