I bought myself two new pillows a few days ago. It had been on my to-do list for a while. I did not give this task to bitch-boy because I wanted to choose some very nice luxury pillows for myself. I wanted to browse. Later, at home, I instructed bitch-boy to put the new pillows into pillow cases on my bed. I also told him to find the two oldest pillows we had in the house and take them outside and put them in the trash bin. He returned when he had completed the tasks.
Two days later, I had a light bulb moment. I called bitch-boy to me.
‘bitch-boy, you know when I have my girlfriend over for the night and you have to sleep, resting your head on your Disney Princess pillow case which we have generously ‘marked’ with our arousal juices, spit, piss and sweat throughout that day. And you know the day after, I have you wash the pillow case and the pillow you have used. Well, you need to go and retrieve one of those old pillows from the trash bin outside. I am sure it won’t have got too mucky. In future, you will not have to wash the pillow – just the pillow case. You will be using the pillow retrieved from the trash bin from now on and it will never need washing. It will be YOUR pillow and no-one else need use it. Not washing it is good for the environment and saves you a chore doesn’t it.‘ He looked at me with an expression of complete misery and helplessness. His chin dropped to his chest and, at a snail’s pace, he went outside to retrieve one of the pillows from the trash bin. Poor bitch-boy!
Source: Ms Scarlet
Yuck… I do love the princess pillowcase, though