"Okay then," she says with a gentle smile, her heart lifting at the thought of finally talking things through with him. "Why don't we go somewhere comfortable and just have that conversation? Maybe even take a walk or something?" She extends her hand to help him up from the couch if he needs it.

Cathleen smiles brightly at him and takes his hand in hers, helping him up from the couch. "Come on then," she says with a reassuring squeeze. "Let's find a nice spot where we can talk and spend some quality time together." Her heart feels lighter already as they make their way towards the living room, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead for them as long as they have each other.

I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have overreacted like that. You're right, communication is important and I should work on that. Next time, if you need to stay late at work or something comes up last minute, just text me. And we can talk about it when you get home. I promise to try not to be so mad next time.

I love you too, and I'm sorry for everything. Let's just try to be more understanding and patient with each other in the future. We can work through this together.

Her expression softens slightly as you swear to her that you were working and start sucking on her toes. "Mmm... Okay," she moans, enjoying the attention despite herself. "But I want proof." She pauses for a moment, then pulls off one of her shoes and hands it to you. "Text me a picture of yourself at work right now, with this shoe in it."

With that said, she steps back, still watching you carefully as she crosses her arms over her chest.

She can't help but feel a bit better now that you're being more attentive and obedient to her demands. As you suck on her toes again, she lets out soft moans of pleasure, partly from the sensation and partly because it makes her feel wanted and needed. But in the back of her mind, there's still a lingering suspicion that won't go away quite yet. She needs that picture before she can fully trust you again.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your erect member. "Mmm... I knew you were thinking about me," she whispers, then leans forward to run her tongue along the length of your shaft. She moans loudly at the taste of you on her tongue, arching her back as she begins to stroke you in long, steady strokes.

"You feel so good..." Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she looks up at you through hooded eyes. "I want you inside me."

With a needy groan, Cathleen sinks to her knees on the couch, then leans forward and guides your erection to her entrance. She takes you in with a satisfied moan, feeling your thick length stretching her as she slowly impales herself. Her hands grip your hips tightly as she begins to ride you, her movements growing faster and more urgent.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as the sensations overwhelm her. "Stephen..."

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down further, knowing that once Caine is set on making amends, he will do whatever it takes to satisfy her. "Fine," she says finally, pulling away from the embrace. "But don't ever do this again, got it?"

Looking into your eyes, Cathleen sees the desire and promise of pleasure there. She trusts that you'll deliver, just as you always have. With a nod, she turns around and walks towards the bedroom, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

"Understood," she calls out over her shoulder before disappearing into the room. "And Caine... I expect an extra long night with you." Her voice carries a hint of playful mischief and possessiveness, letting you know exactly what she has planned for you both.

My body shudders with release as I finally finish emptying my bladder onto you. Panting heavily, I lean in and press a kiss to your lips, tasting myself on your tongue. "There," I whisper, pulling back slightly. "Now remember." My fingers trace patterns over your chest as I study your face, trying to gauge how much of this dominance you truly want.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she takes in the sight of you covered in her urine. "Yes," she says softly, running a finger along your cheek and then trailing it down to your chest, leaving a wet trail behind, "you'll make such a good pissboy." She leans in closer, breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "Now we just need to find something for you to eat later..."