Jocelyn grits her teeth while she makes her way out of the car, the familiar burning achy begins to attack the pads of her feet with fresh vigor. Heels were in fact a form of torture, but Jocelyn knew it made her legs look fantastic. Legs as long as Avalon and perky was the best compliment that came to mind when Jocelyn came into view.
"Fucking hell of a fucking day," she muttered to herself as she tattered on the backs of the four-inch black and white stilettos. Her hair was sitting in a mess of brown curls framing her round features giving her a gentle, needing-to-be-saved appeal. She slammed her car door shut and made her way to the front door, brushing off her clothes. Her hands ran over her slender frame, the aching for a moment felt far away, and her stomach filled with butterflies as a smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth.
She opened the door and felt a wave of calmness as there he was, her lover, and pet. Before she could even utter a word, he saw her and met her excitedly.
"Princess! Welcome home!" He easily lifted her in his arm and swung her around as she helped tightly around his neck. Jack was a muscle-bound behemoth of a man, with hardly combed black hair. As he set her back on her feet, making sure to let her kick off her heels before letting her touch the ground, Jocelyn let her hands drag down his bare chest as he did. Jack really didn't like wearing shirts, and would usually walk around their home in nothing but basketball shorts.
"How was work, Princess? Are your feet okay?" Jack usually fawned over her like this, it was a comforting part of their routine. Jocelyn nodded absent-mindedly, letting her fingers trace little circles along his taut stomach, making her way slowly down to V line when she heard him chuckle, causing her to look up.
"That tickles, honey. If you want something just say it." Jack smirked, kissed her cheek, and took her hand, leading her upstairs to the bedroom. Jocelyn smiled to herself as they made their way, happy to have someone who knew her so easily. They bounded into the bedroom quickly and just as Jocelyn shut the door, Jack was already naked lying spread eagle smiling at her.
His big goofy grin made Jocelyn smile, but also her mind began to start ticking away. She deserved him, she needed him and she wanted to make all her petty little stress shrivel into nothing. That's when inspiration was struck by nothing but rope and a pretty pink sharpie.
"Jack, how much do you love me?" Jocelyn slowly begins to run the rope through her fingers as Jack watches, his cock twitching with anticipation.
"So fucking much my princess, I would do anything for you." Jack bites his bottom lip as he feels the nylon rope tied to his wrist and to the bedpost. Leaving his upper body exposed for her to enjoy.
"Good good, now do you trust me?" He shivered as she dragged a manicure nail from his chest down to his navel.
"God yes, Jocelyn-" he felt a firm slap to his inner thigh that made him grunt in pain and pull on the ropes, "I mean, yes Princess."
Jocelyn smiles to herself and begins to tie each ankle to the end of the bed. She loved his little slip-up, adorable, and she can't help but enjoy punishing him.
