"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.
He kissed the top of my head gently, and murmured "you're going to like the surprise, baby girl, but I want you to be able to concentrate only on your sense of touch. I know that you're nervous, but you know in your heart that you're mine, and that I will never let anything bad happen to you."
His words put me instantly at ease – now was the time to relax, and to let him take control. He started my Mp3 player and my ears were filled with music, but not my usual jogging mix. He'd added classical music to the device, knowing that it would keep me from hearing anything else without distracting me from his plans. I was cut off from the two senses best suited for maintaining control, but I was no longer afraid. Now my only emotion was eager anticipation.
Gently, he maneuvered me through my darkness to our favorite table. It is sturdy, and just the right height for Wolf to access my pussy and ass when I'm bent over it. Even more important, though, it is fairly narrow, allowing him to walk around to the other side, and slow the pace by using my mouth. My breasts are pressed flat against the surface when I am bound securely, but other than that minor detail, I am completely open to him, for whatever purpose he deems appropriate.
Once he had me in position, he pushed me down over the table, and began to tie me to it. The familiar feeling of having my limbs spread and secured brought me safely back into my comfort zone. His hands were warm against mine; wrapping them gently in the rope, and lacing more rope up my legs to secure me. It both relaxed and seduced me, and my juices began to flow. The position alone – legs spread, exposed and immobilized - always alters my reality. He often leaves me there for a few minutes, just to let me test the bonds; absorbing my situation, my lack of choices. This was a familiar routine to us both, but it had never lost its power. Unlike most activities done frequently, it takes my breath away, every single time. When he tied the final knot, taking away the last of my freedom, he manipulated my left hand into our safe sign, just as a reminder. Suddenly the idea of getting a surprise I couldn't mentally prepare for wasn't so spooky anymore.
Time becomes a relative concept for me when we begin a scene, and afterward I'm not always able to remember the order of events, or all that happened. Even taking that into account, it began to seem like I'd been neglected for a very long time, and I strained for any sound. The music was loud, though, and nothing penetrated my sensory deprived state. I was just beginning to suffer the first pin pricks of fear, when I felt a familiar sensation. It was something I've felt many times before, and even though I knew it signaled the beginning of pain, I sighed with relief. Better the devil you know.
The tip of the cane traveled the length of my thigh, stroking lightly, preparing me for the coming strike. Crack! The first blow was sharp, and I bucked against the ropes. I opened my mouth to scream, but soft fabric was thrust into my mouth, and almost immediately my tongue recognized the flavor of my own juices, and the silky softness of the panties I'd worn earlier.
The cane delivers two distinctly different sensations, which is probably why I love it so much. An initial white-hot sting, and then an aftershock, even more painful, that seems to radiate out from the impact. Wolf is slow and deliberate, giving me time to absorb the pain, and process each nuance, while bracing for the next lash. Tonight, however, the second strike of the cane was almost immediate, with no preliminary touch to tell me where, and one blow quickly followed another.