"Pet, I have a surprise for you."
If curiosity killed the sub, I'd definitely need nine lives. A life-long control freak, I can't bear not knowing what will happen next, and immediately began trying to pry the secret from Wolf. "Are we going someplace special? Is it a treat?"
He just grinned at me, and shook his head. Never one to give up that easily, I immediately regrouped, and began my stealth attack.
"Should I wear something special tonight?"
Not surprisingly, this also met with no answer, other than a low growl, and the look that means I'm pushing my luck.
The worst part of having such a clever owner is that he sees right through me, and generally knows what I'm thinking just by looking at my face. "I'll tell you when the time is right, Pet."
With that maddening pronunciation, he began his nightly unwinding ritual, taking off his jacket and tie, sipping the drink I made him, checking his email. I am almost always allowed to kneel at his feet to take off his shoes for him, and tonight was no exception. A simple act of service, but full of meaning; it reminds us both of the framework of our relationship, and sets the stage for my transition from career woman to respectful submissive. The fact that he was still almost fully dressed, and I was now clad only in a cotton shift further emphasized our roles.
Wolf was soon totally engrossed in the computer, though I knew he was fully aware of me behind him. Each movement was slow and deliberate, emphasizing his control; knowing all the while that my mind was racing trying to figure out what the surprise was. He answered emails, glanced at the news, and basically ignored me. I stood behind him, impatiently shifting my weight from foot to foot, finally risking one more attempt. Completely in submissive mode now, I addressed him by the name we use only during play.
"Please Daddy? Please tell me?"
"Pet, I believe I said that I would tell you when I was ready. Must I punish you for disobedience?"
I whispered "no" and sank to my knees, defeated. Patience is not one of my virtues, but I do know when I've pushed Wolf as far as I can, and what happens when I take one step too far. I scooted under the desk, wordlessly demonstrating my contrition, and obedience. Outside of the bedroom, or outside of play, I never hesitate to voice my opinion, and he encourages it. Now, however, we were no longer equals, but Daddy and Pet.
After what seemed about a week and a half under the desk, he announced that it was shower time for us both. This is easily my favorite ritual, and I yanked the gown off over my head, running to start the water. I soaped every inch of him thoroughly, some parts perhaps getting more attention than others. Then it was my turn, and his big strong hands slid smoothly along my body, cleaning and caressing. Showering together is something we do as frequently as possible, but the warm intimacy never fails to soothe me, and in spite of my curiosity, tonight was no exception.
We didn't get out until the water ran cold, and Wolf was so calm and unhurried that I began to realize that my surprise didn't involve going anywhere. I wasn't really disappointed, just more curious than ever, and I toweled him dry, ending up on my knees on the bathmat. He slicked back my wet hair as I kissed his cock tenderly; first with lips only, then gradually moving on to wet kisses, tongue trailing lazily up and down his shaft. I would have stayed there happily all night, but after only a few minutes, he pulled me gently to my feet, and propelled me to the bedroom. I looked around furtively, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Of course he noticed, and gave me a sharp slap on the ass.
"Nice try, Pet. Bring me two bandanas from my drawer."
I scurried to obey, thinking he intended to bind me with them, but was dismayed when he used them to blindfold me securely, instead. I am a bit afraid of the dark, and being blindfolded to me is the ultimate in surrender and trust. Then I felt his hands pulling back my hair a bit, and securing the earphones I use for jogging under the bandanas.