Dedicated to my one and only - I understand and accept the consequences of my actions, both good and bad.
All during her day she thought about him. She pondered their relationship and all the turns it had taken and the way it had grown stronger. Her shoulders were a bit stiff from having spent a few hours in restraints. She tried hard to push away thoughts of how she would be punished for masturbating without her Master's permission. But a little worry nagged at the back of her mind as to how he would deal with her for that transgression. She also was aware of a vague tenderness on her ass cheeks as she sat at her desk. He had not really spanked her very hard the night before in his office, but just the thought of it caused her to squirm with anticipation. She enjoyed the firm feeling of his hand on her bottom in the throes of passion, but certainly not for chastisement. Just before lunch she received an email from him which quelled her apprehension and set her mind flying off in sensuous thoughts and images. He discretely mentioned things that had hidden meanings and stirred arousal to her very core. He could be such a devil! He knew her too well and which buttons to push. She teased back in her own email, letting him know she was more than ready for whatever he desired. He responded that he had to work a little late and that he'd bring home some Chinese food for dinner. He also reminded her to be ready, that she could be dressed but that she'd better be accessible.
That evening she was beside herself with excitement. She showered when she'd arrived home and put on a silky lavender nightgown that fell to just above her knees. She wore nothing underneath. The smooth material delicately draped over her body, displaying the full curves of her large breasts and fell gently over her ass showing the off her plump, round cheeks. She glanced down at her tits and giggled at the thought of how her erect nipples seemed like miniature cherries gracing her voluptuous, creamy globes, perhaps to be a nice dessert after dinner! She felt sexy in her silky gown and excited at the thought of his warm, strong hands gliding all over her body. She was already wet with anticipation when she heard his car pull up and park in the garage. When he entered the back door she took the packages from him and they kissed. Although she felt like a tightly coiled spring with intense need for release, he needed to wind down a bit after a long, busy day. As she set out the cartons of Chinese food, plates, and silverware she took slow, deliberate breaths to contain her excitement and give him a chance to shift gears from work life to home life. He went to change his clothes and she opened the bottle of wine he'd brought home.
While she waited for him she set the table and lit candles for a romantic atmosphere. She turned on some easy jazz and the melody drifted softly, sensuously into the dining room. Returning to the dinning table she pulled out their chairs then decided to wait for him on her knees. He had not told her to do so but she was eager to please him and make up for her pouting from the morning. Her infraction from the wee hours of the morning did not escape her, either, but she wanted to start the weekend off right and show her willingness to submit and obey her beloved Master. She regretted masturbating on the couch as well as when he had gone to the bathroom and wondered how he would deal with that. Having her hands tied as she had tried to sleep had been terribly uncomfortable. Yet she knew that was not a disciplinary action so much as it was a declaration of his control, that he was the Master and had a right to expect her to obey the rules.
When he came to the dinning room he stopped in the doorway and smiled. The room glowed warmly and there was his sweet sub awaiting him in a position of respect. He knew she truly wanted to acquiesce to his wishes and domination and for the most part she was exceptionally wonderful at doing so. He smiled softly thinking about how much he loved everything about her. She was funny, intelligent, warm, sexy, and pleasantly plump. She loved and adored him, took great care of him from laundering his clothes and putting them away just the way he liked, to cooking terrific meals, to supporting him with love and insightful perspectives. They enjoyed a happy, content life together. Not to say there weren't disagreements now and then. But they always seemed to find a mutually satisfying resolution through open communication. That had been difficult for her when they were first together as she would tend to withdraw and keep things to herself. However, as he showed her respect and patience she learned to speak her mind when she was concerned about anything.
Giving her the space and time to feel safe and trust in him is what brought them to their D/s bond. He'd always been a dominate but would have been fine if their relationship had continued in a more traditional way. He loved her and wanted her by his side, no matter what. To find a soul mate was a blessing, a treasure to be cared for and nurtured. He would not have let that go even if she had not found her role as a sexual submissive so pleasing and rewarding. Her wondrous reactions to his domination were the icing on the cake. He felt like the luckiest man alive.
"There's my wonderful girl. Look at me." He said as he walked toward her reaching his hands out to her. She looked up and smiled brightly with such love in her eyes. Although that extra special twinkle in her look did not escape him. When she placed her hands in his he pulled her up and wrapped his strong arms around her. She sighed happily and looked into his eyes. He kissed her then held her chair for her as she sat down. "This is nice, the candles, the music, and you. What more could a man ask for?" He grinned at her as he poured their wine. She smiled as she spooned out the rice and other delicacies that he had brought home onto their plates. "You look so beautiful and sexy. I like what you chose to wear."
"Thank you," she smiled up at him. "You are so sweet to bring dinner home. I put steaks out this morning to thaw but this smells so delicious! We haven't had Chinese in a long time." They spoke about their work days as they ate. The occasional caresses and kisses enhanced the romantic air between them. When they were through he helped her clean up and then they went to the TV room to relax for a while. He held her close to him as they watched a little bit of news then switched the channel to an action movie that was halfway through. Now and then he caressed and softly teased her breasts as she, in turn, alternated in softly stroking his chest and cock. It was wonderful just to be close, to touch, to relax and for a while lose themselves in the plot of the movie. When it ended he used the remote to turn the TV off. They sat for a few moments in comfortable, cozy silence, still caressing each other. When he yawned she eased away and smiled at him.
"Are you tired, baby?"
"Yes, but not too much." He pulled her back to him and kissed her slowly rubbing his hands up and down her back across the silky material. The sensuous feel of her thin, silky nightie and her soft flesh yielding beneath his hands felt so wonderful, even comforting. As he caressed her she began to think of her lapse from the night before and fleetingly hoped she might have already been forgiven. He was so gentle with her, now.
