After a long, hard day working in a wedding cake bakery, there is nothing I like more then relaxing in a nice hot bubble bath. I got home today to find that was not possible. Allen had an early court appearance today and came home right after, so, when I got home, he was waiting for me. "Hi, you're home early. Good day?" I greeted him as I threw my keys on the hallway end table and took off my shoes.
"Decent," was all he said in reply. "How was your day?" he asked as he crooked his finger signifying that he wanted me at his feet while he sat on the couch and watched SportsMiddle on EXPN.
"It was OK. I had two deliveries and my idiot assistant knocked over a sculpture for the Smith wedding, setting me back a day, so I have to go in tomorrow to redo it so it is ready for the wedding on Saturday," I answer while taking my place, kneeling at his feet.
"You really should fire him. There is any number of aspiring bakers who would love to work for you."
"I don't know, Sir, I really should, but, I really can't afford anyone else. Besides, who else knows my business as well, you excluded, of course, Sir. And who else works as well with chocolate?"
"True. Why don't you go get ready for tonight, Young One?" Again, he reminded me that he was 35 compared to my 25. In the span of that extra ten years, he has become a very powerful defense attorney. He has perfected his skills in not only arguing cases in front of a judge and jury, but also learning to become a compassionate Master, with any number of submissive women lining up to be on the receiving end of his paddle. His 9 ½ inch rod doesn't hurt either.
"Yes, Master." I said as I rose to do as he said.
"Make sure to wear your ring, Young One."
"Yes, Sir," I go into the bathroom to do as Master told me. I think about the night we first met, the night that started it all, as I take a quick shower and get ready for whatever Master has planned for that evening.
He took my under his wing four years ago when I was fresh out of college and struggling to open my own bakery. I had gone into the local S&M club alone one night for a drink. I always had an interest in bondage, domination and punishment, but had never been with a man I trusted enough to act on the desire, I had been trained well by another submissive friend of mine, but I had never had a true Master or Mistress. I met Allen that first night. He saved me from torment at the club for being the only submissive there alone. He noticed right away I was a sub from the right handed thumb ring I wear that says "Slave" in silver letters. He also saw me standing outside in front of the club alone, something unheard of for a sub in our local club; only Masters and Mistresses are allowed to be alone near this club. Allen came up to me and offered to pretend to be my Master for the night, and I agreed. We started talking over a few drinks and, now, four years later, he is my legal husband, business partner, and Master.
After the shower, I towel dry and get ready. I see that Master has laid out what he would like me to wear for the evening. I carefully go into my jewelry box and put on my "Slave" ring, which has been resized and now fits my left ring finger and occasionally replaces my wedding band, and get dressed. I carefully put on the crotchless red lace thong with matching red lace bra and garter belt; red is Master's favorite color on me. Then I gently pull on the thigh high stockings that are the same scarlet red as the rest of the set and attach them to the clips on the garter. I finish the outfit with the red chiffon short robe. On my way back to the living room I grab the ring box that contains Allen's ring.
I approach in front of him and kneel at his feet and offer the box. He removes his silver "Master" ring that matches my "Slave" one and replaces his wedding band with it, and then he gingerly lays his gold band in the box, which he places on the counter behind him.
With my hands now empty, I spread my knees slightly and kneel on my hands looking at Master's feet. "OK, Young One, stand, I have a present for you." I stand in front of him waiting for whatever he is going to give me. He reaches over and begins to fondle my breasts over the thin fabric of the robe and bra. When my nipples reach their full potential, he reaches under all the fabric and gives them a hard pinch, followed by a quick suck to be sure they are fully hard, then he applies my present, new nipple clamps. Since Allen has never used nipple clamps on me before, I silently wondered where tonight is going to go when he lifted my chin and looked into my eyes, "Remember, Young One, if tonight's events are too much for you and you would like it all stopped, what do you do?"
"I say the word 'grass,' Master, and everything stops and is never mentioned again, Sir."
"Very good, Young One, you have never used the safe word, so I was thinking you forgot it. But, now I see you have not. Remember, whatever happens, even if you want it all stopped, I love and respect you, Christine, and I always will, remember that."
