Just out of bed I walked into the kitchen, “Morning dear” I greeted the woman who made my days worth getting through.
“Hello hon.” She reached behind her. “Remember you asked for this.” She handed me a plain metal bracelet. Engraved was the word “Slave.”
Oh my. It was to be a day when I’d be expected to stop anything I was doing at anytime and do whatever I was ordered until she was ready for bed or as she put it was “sick of having to bother” with me.
Well, I didn’t think I’d asked for it. I guess I’d talked about, around it. Maybe too much for her patience. In certain parts of our lives together when I got too complicated or wishy-washy she was often ready to make up my mind for me.
Really in the selfish part of my little slavish heart I wanted a day when she used and abused me all day long. Now, could I really handle that? I don’t know, thought about it more than I should. But on many days we had too many things to do and I suspected that she’d get a bigger kick out of yanking my chain at random when I least expected it.
“I made your breakfast” she picked up a frying pan. Cold scrambled eggs. She knew how little I’d enjoy them. Especially when as she did the contents were dumped on the floor. Then she pressed the front of her shoes into them.
“On your back, clean that mess off my shoes.” I complied.
When I finished she stood up.
“Now that you’ve had your pathetic little thrill eat your breakfast, don’t you dare leave a single crumb on the floor or use anything other than your tongue. Then go do something useful and don’t pester me.” She left the room.
Lapping and sucking up my dirty breakfast took a while.
I was at work at my computer when she walked in.
“Dear” I turned. She backhanded me in the face.
“Oh this is fun” she giggled. Maybe you can’t imagine a merciless giggle. I’ve come to know it well. Much crueler than the haughty formal stuff you’ll find online.
She kissed me on the top of the head, yanked my hair and left the room.
Wondering if she’d be back in five, fifteen or fifty minutes for more ‘fun’ make it hard to concentrate on my work.
Getting ready to go out shopping she walked up to me.
“Open your shirt.” Her favorite adjustable nipple clamps went on.
“I won’t make them very tight for now. I don’t want you to embarrass me with your wriggling.”
And they only just hurt. But I knew that as I moved around I’d often get a gently wincing reminder they were there.
“Only for now, wait for later, pet. Now drop your pants.”
On went the gates of hell.
“Maybe we’ll stop at a magazine stand and you can look at some of those centerfold girl photos you used to download.”
Whatever we did out in the world there’d be I wouldn’t be able to forget who owned me.
We stopped to grab lunch. I’d been good about my diet and ordered some fries. She looked up at the waitress.
“No he can’t have those and he knows better than to ask for them. At least he gets to eat out of plate.”
With seeming fascination I fixed my eyes on a saltshaker. I could feel the blood rushing through my cheeks and ears. I’ve never mentioned but she is much younger than I. The waitress probably thought I was some old man out with my keeper.
She ordered little and was done well before me. Under the table I felt her shoe crush into my crotch. My appetite vanished but “¦
“Make sure you eat every bit of what is on your plate.” Her shoe dug in again.
We were walking in the park, coming to a deserted part she opened her shoulder bag and brought out a leash and collar.
“Down on all fours, I’m going to take you for a little walk.”
You can imagine how I felt about that part of our stroll, thankfully it didn’t last long. We came to a set of stone steps and she sat down.
“Damn, look how dirty my shoes are.”
Understanding the unstated command I knelt down and began cleaning them with my tongue.
Back at home she kissed me on the cheek as I closed the door. Then kneed me in the groin.
“To think I didn’t know how much fun today would be.”
Looking at my watch I saw it was only 2:00 p.m.