It is barbering day! Barbering day is one of my favorite days. Bear is out the door to run errands and I can get busy. Pulling out my candles to spread throughout our room, leather, tobacco and sandalwood to fill the air. Edison pendant bulbs in place for the best lighting possible. Music fills my space. Upbeat and fast so I can get my chores done.
Walking to the cabinet I find the leather conditioner and work the leather of Bear's chair making it soft and shine. Getting my shears out, the wet stone and going to work so they are perfectly sharp, finally satisfied I lay out the rest of my supplies before hitting the shower. I can't wait for Bear to get home. Drying off I grab the cocoa butter and make sure every inch of me is lotioned and smooth. Getting my hair in a high ponytail slicked back, tight. Slipping my fox ears into place, getting my face just the way he likes it, naturally enhanced, subtle makeup. A quick peek at the clock tells me it is almost time. I walk to the drawer, take out my tail, feel my nipples draw tight when I run my fingers through the fur and feel the weight of the steel in my hand. Bending at the waist, feet spread apart, I let my finger slide between my swollen lips and collect my thick honey to add to the plug just before I slide it into my ass. Swishing side to side I giggle to myself. There was no need for the show, Bear wasn't here to watch, but I liked it anyway.
Time to switch the music, drop it down into the sultry blues notes. A final look around before I find my spot to wait. Bouncing up and down when I hear him pull up, nothing but my tail to move with me...I settle into attention, heart pounding just waiting for his gaze. When he walks through the door, he knows what day it is too. With a slight kiss on the cheek, wait my love, he puts his things away and collects my collar. It takes everything I can to not move, follow him like a magnet, but I stand still somewhere between holding my breath and hyperventilating. He approaches teasing and playing with my collar, nods and I move inspection. He trances his fingers over my collarbone, walks around behind me, gentle tug at my tail, removes my day collar and slips on the wide brown leather collar no body tingles everywhere, nipples harder, clit more swollen and with that little squeeze of lacking my leather into place I know I can move.
I take Bear by the hand and lead him to the edge of the bed, sitting him down I drop to my knees to undo his laces and remove his boots. Stopping for a moment to inspect his boots, I have an idea for boot service and another day of service for Bear. Once he is undressed, I walk him to his barber's chair. It has to be the best piece of furniture we own. He slips onto the leather and leans back, relaxing his shoulders and pats me on the ass. I collect the cape from the hook and place it around his neck, smoothing it into place so he can use his hands. Swishing away to prepare his bourbon and adjust the music a little I can feel his intense eyes on my movements. Giving Bear his glass he takes a swallow then motions for me to have a sip before kissing my so deeply I almost forgot what I was doing.
