When we got home, Patty asked me to pour her a glass of wine while she would go and change. "There is beer in the fridge," she said. "Grab one if you like."
I did take a beer from the fridge and opened up a bottle of wine for her. I had just set our drinks on the side tables, next to the couches, when she entered the living room, wearing a purple T-shirt, grey sweatpants and thick, gray socks. She'd undone her hair, letting it hang loose over her shoulders and she smelled like she had just reapplied her deodorant. She made herself comfortable on the couch and pulled her feet up, wrapping her arms around her legs.
She smiled at me. "So, how did you like our visit to Maggie?"
I took a sip from my beer. "I liked it a lot," I said. "It was pretty intense for me though. My butt still hurts a little. But I really loved playing with you there. Her place is amazing, I loved all that gear hanging around everywhere."
"Yeah, it was pretty awesome," Patty acknowledged. "What did you think about Maggie?"
"At first I felt pretty intimidated by her, especially in that room filled with torturous devices. But once I got to know her a little bit better I started to like her. She obviously has a lot of experience."
Patty nodded, sipping her wine.
"How about you?" I asked.
"Oh, I love her," Patty said enthusiastically. "I admire her professionalism and experience and it was awesome to see how she handled you. And I really learned a lot from her today."
"Like what?" I wanted to know.
"Well, obviously how to tie you down. Although I do need to practice that, so you better be ready for that," she said, grinning playfully at me. "But mostly how being a Domme is actually doing what I want, for my own fun and pleasure, and that that's okay. I already knew that of course, but today, as she was telling about how she handled her clients, it really sank in." She sipped her wine again, before she added: "So you better be ready for that too."
I thought about what she said for a second. Did that mean Patty was actually saying she was going to take more control of me than she already did? And what did that mean for me? I contemplated if I wanted to be a real sub to her, and if I would be ready for that. And then I realized that it wasn't even a question to me. Even if I wasn't ready, I was already her sub and I needed to be her sub. I loved being her sub, and I loved her too much to not be her sub.
"So, does that mean you are an official Domme now?" I asked.
"Not quite yet," she said, grinning, her eyes sparkling. "I need two more things I guess before I could really be a Domme. I need more experience, I really have to learn a lot. But most of all, I can't be a Domme without a sub."
I smiled while thinking about asking her if she would take me.
"Would you be my sub?" she asked me very seriously, but smiling shyly, as if she was a high school girl asking a boy to go steady.
"Yes," I said. "I mean, I already am, right?"
"Yes, but I wanted it to be a little more official," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "And I was hoping you would say that, because I got you something. I'd like to give it too you now."
I couldn't suppress a wide grin.
"But before I will give it too you, go strip Conrad," she ordered.
"Yes Ma'am," I said while getting up.
"Don't call me Ma'am," Patty stated as I walked into the hallway. "I'm way to young and pretty to be called a Ma'am."
When I got back in the living room, barefoot and naked except for my cage of course, Patty was looking through what appeared to be multiple items in the large plastic bag she got from Maggie when we were there.
"Okay, first, I want to show you something," she said. "Sit down please."
I sat down on the couch.
"Ah, this is the one," she said as she pulled what seemed to be a collar out of the bag. She sat down on the couch next to me, ignoring my nudity, and held the item out in front of her. It was a collar alright. It was made of sturdy, black leather, covered with a purple leather band that made up the strap to close it with. It had brass buckles and a brass D ring in the front, that was held in place by a brass plate. As she held it out, I could see "Patty's" engraved on the left of the D ring and "Perv" on the right.
I laughed, genuinely amused and impressed by the collar. "Patty's Perv!" I said. "That's awesome!"
"It is, isn't it?" she said, laughing.
"That is amazing, can I hold it?" I asked.
She nodded and handed me the collar. "Don't put in on yet though," she said.
I studied it closely. It seemed to be hand made. The stitching not quite perfect enough to be machine made, but it looked amazing and the leather smelled like real leather. It was slightly padded and felt heavy, not like something you just buy in a sex shop or anything. It was really impressive.
"How... where did you get this?" I asked. I really was stunned by it, but what impressed me the most is that Patty had this specially made. For me, a thin, short, nerdy guy with a small dick. I couldn't believe she actually wanted me to be her sub and this collar proved she really did.
"Maggie's husband makes things like these," she said. "Wait, I have more, I'll show you."
She quickly retrieved the plastic bag. She rumbled in the bag and took out leather cuffs, four of them actually, two for my wrists and two a little bit larger for my ankles. They had the same purple leather strap on them. Purple was her favorite color and that purple leather on top of the black leather, with the brass buckles and D rings looked absolutely amazing.
I just fell silent, I really didn't know what to say.
Then she got a leash out of the bag, made of brass chain and handle that was black leather on the inside and purple leather on the outside.
Patty looked at my dumbfounded expression and smiled.
"Wait, there's more," she said. And then she showed me a leather blindfold, black on the inside and purple on the outside. The straps were black and the buckles brass.
"And this is the last one," she said when she pulled out a purple ball gag with black leather straps.
I still didn't know what to say. My heart was overflowing with joy and gratitude. And most of all, love for Patty.
"Patty..." I stammered. "This is amazing. It must have cost you a fortune to have this made."
"It wasn't cheap, no," she grinned. "But I think you're worth it. Just don't break it or spill your disgusting boy juices on it or I'll send you the bill."
I chuckled.
"Give me your arm," she said as she took one of the wrist cuffs.
I stretched out and arm and watched her as she wrapped the padded leather around my wrist and buckled the cuff shut. She really seemed to be in her element and loving it.
