It had been two weeks since I had left the house for the eco-challenge. I risked life and limb for the thrill of pushing myself to my absolute limit. Four days of scaling rock walls, running through the woods at night, and kayaking through water that was barely above freezing. It was amazing. I got to the top of a mountain peak and peered in every direction. I was standing on top of the world and although it was only a single step in a race that seemed eternal, it was a moment that would always live in my mind. It was a moment that defines life. It was a moment that people remember on their death bed. It was a moment that meant nothing until I shared it with my love. I took the picture into my mind, closed my eyes and thought about the feelings that I felt at that moment. I soaked all the feelings of fatigue, fear, pain and love into my mind and stored it away. It wouldn't mean anything, until I could share it with her. Nothing meant anything without sharing it with her.
I finished the race. I wasn't first or last. It didn't matter. I wasn't running the race against the other people on the mountain. I was running the race for myself. Crossing the finish line a few people took pictures of me. They came over and put a silver space blanket over me. I felt no emotion except missing her and wanting her arms around me. The fatigue in my legs was seeping into my mind. The anesthetic of the chase was wearing off and my body was taking an inventory of what was damaged and what was working. My mind was focused on finding the people that took my picture coming across the finish line. I had to find them and get the pictures to show her. Nothing that I experienced in my life mattered without her.
The hotel room seemed even more empty than normal. Two weeks was too long not to feel her touch, touch her face, and kiss her lips... It was just too long. I missed her down to my soul. I called but she wasn't home. I left a message.
"My Love... I miss you more than I can possibly express. I'm getting on a plane to come home. I love you."
I sat in the chair and thought about the experience I just had. It was amazing. There is something deeply fulfilling about pushing my body further than I think it will go. There is something about moving past that point in my mind where I don't think I can go on. She enjoyed doing that to me too. She loved to push me. My thoughts always came back to her. She was all that mattered.
The plane ride was spent in deep slumber and going through the airport was surreal with people rushing in constant panic to and fro. I met her coming up the ramp. We embraced and kissed. She grabbed my chin.
"God, I missed you love... two weeks is too long." She said, staring deeply into my eyes.
"Yes Love, too long..." I replied.
We arrived at home and at first things were very normal. I moved my expedition things to the spare bedroom. The house was perfect and I knew that she was just getting home from traveling for the last ten days. The house had been empty but I left it in absolutely perfect condition and that was exactly the way that it was when we walked through the door. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. She walked into the office and started doing something that I couldn't see. She shut the door, and I knew that was a sign that something was about to happen. She was going to reclaim her property. She wanted to establish her ownership again. We had not been together that way for quite a while and I knew that it was coming. I knew that she just couldn't go very long without a physical reminder of who she was, and how I was... and who I belonged to. The butterflies started in my stomach.
I finished unpacking and went in and started to mentally prepare myself for what was about to happen. I knew that I had been very neglectful in my personal duties while I was gone and that would not make her happy tonight. I trimmed my hair, shaved myself very closely, and took all the hair off my body. I knew what she expected and I always tried to give it to her. Pleasing her was my only reason for existence. She was my whole world. Sitting in the tub watching the hair come off, I couldn't help but get very aroused. My erection grew and I touched my new shaved skin. It was so soft and smooth. I imagined her fingers running over my body. I imagined her breath on my neck. I imagined her words in my ears telling me the things that I fear and love to hear. She will be so amazingly beautiful there standing over me in her leather. Looking down at me, above her property. I will be looking up at her hoping she likes what she sees. She is everything to me.
"Start dinner.... Italian." She said from the study. I awoke from my fantasy. I quickly jumped out of the tub and dried off. Even the towel on my skin felt so sexy. I loved being this way for her. I loved being so aroused and ready to please, and I knew that she would love to have me this way.
The kitchen was perfect when I walked in. I had on a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt. I wasn't sure that she wanted me to go the full route just yet. I always found it better to act totally normal, until she told me otherwise. Jumping the gun on something like this was just not very smart. She did not want me to seem like I was in control. I hadn't seen her since I came home, and I figured that she was mentally preparing herself for this evening. I knew that if I wasn't in for something tonight, then she would have jumped on me when we walked through the door. This was a much more interesting way of getting reacquainted with each other.
Dinner didn't take long to make. It was fun to be back in the kitchen in my apron, and it was hard for me to come to grips with the fact that one short day before I was crossing the finish line of the race, fatigued and missing her. Now she was only a few feet away and we weren't together. This was a stage that she was setting, and setting it well. The tension would mount to a fever pitch and the intensity would make tonight something that we both would never forget.
She came out when she smelled the food. The table was already set. It was set for one. She sat down and took a sip of the wine that I had poured for her. She smiled at me. I smiled back and served her dinner. She ate in silence, never taking her eyes off me. She motioned for me to come to her. I started to walk, and she pointed a single finger at the floor. I stopped and dropped to my knees and crawled over.
"Take your clothes off pet." She said looking down at me. I quickly disrobed and looked up at her. The words came out of her mouth like music. At that point I knew this night would be an experience that I would remember just as much as being at the top of that peak. The butterflies started in my stomach and that sweet, serene feeling of submission overwhelmed me. I loved her more than anything. She smiled down at me and put some pasta on a fork and put it in my mouth. I chewed and looked up at her. She held out her glass of wine and I held it for her at the exact height that she had left it. She kept eating bite after bite of her food. She was such a vision to watch as her beautiful fingers moved over the fork. I thought about how lucky it was to be her fork. I wanted to be her fork so much.
