She was having a hectic day. One of those days at work that seemed to be more the norm than the exception where she ran putting out one fire after another. No time for lunch, no time to take a breath, hours to go before she could even think about her Friday. Despite all the other things happening at work, her phone occasionally beeped signaling stressors from external facets of the business. She was very successful, but this was hard-fought in a very competitive sector. When she checked the latest beep, it was from her man.
Although in a meeting, she totally lost her train of thought. "Reservations at 1830" was the cryptic message. Feigning interest in what was being said in the room, she texted back asking where. "Our place" he replied in a few moments. She texted that she wasn't sure she could make it out of there by that time. "You'd better." She felt a little rush of wetness as she started to text back a rebuttal then thought better of it.
She tried to snap out of it and focus on the meeting she herself had called. Minutes later, the imperative beep. "Be a good girl. There's a gift for you out under your seat. Don't open it until you're told." Mentally gone from the meeting yet again she tried to figure out how he'd gotten into her office, then it hit her. He meant her car. Living together, he had either put something in her car that morning or he had her spare keys.
Forcing herself to focus on her decision-making, she put these new developments out of her mind. She assessed the information provided by her staff and made the necessary calls. Putting out a few fires with nay-sayers, the course for the next phase of the plan was plotted. Still discussing minutia as the meeting adjourned and she headed back to her office, finally they left her alone. Sipping her now-cold coffee, she remembered. The gift. She headed out in front of the building to her car. Her hands shook a little as she hit the button to unlock it, then kneeling, she felt around under her seat. Her fingers brushed across something wispy, she pulled it out. A delicate bow adorned the small box that fit her outstretched hand. She shook it. Clearly something was moving inside, but it must be padded. Although not allowed to open it yet, she took it back into the building and into her office.
Sitting there on her desk, it mocked her, wrapped in her favorite paper. Gold bow on top, she wondered what he'd gotten her. As the final part of the day passed, she thought about just opening it. The punishment that would result made her feel a little rush of moisture between her legs again. She smiled as she realized it. Luckily, frequent interruptions by her minions kept her from doing anything foolish. The few staff bold enough to ask what it was congratulated her on having someone who cared enough to give her little surprises. She smiled and agreed, knowing that lack of surprises was never an issue with her man.
The rest of the day passed and soon she realized she needed to wrap it up or she'd be late. She thought about being late just to assert herself. She was not accustomed to being in any way submissive in life, especially not to a man. He wasn't any man though. In all the ways that mattered, he was the right man for her. Together they'd learned what satisfaction truly was, that it was very different for different people. Their individual flaws were ok, even right for each other. The first time she'd intentionally been bitchy with him six months ago she'd learned who he really was.
She'd thought he was too nice, too vanilla so she lashed out. That day she'd been calmly given a choice. Ice cold, he'd laid out her options. She would be spanked with her own belt or she would leave. After saying something she didn't really mean, she'd made it a few miles down the road before hesitation made her pull off.
Everything about 'them' fit except she'd thought there was no edge to him. Deep down she'd known that the lack of edge had been a problem in most of her relationships. This time she'd pushed too far and then realized how she'd come across to someone who'd only ever been nice to her. Not fully understanding why she was doing it, she turned around and drove back. She knocked. He opened the door, still looking intense and angry. The look on his face before he turned and walked to the couch made her wet. She realized the wetness was increasing with every step towards where he'd just sat on the couch and she had no idea why. She began to sit next to him, opening her mouth to explain however he interrupted her with a stern look. His hand came up expectantly as they stared eye to eye. She'd looked down and her hands trembled a bit as she awkwardly removed her belt and put it in his hand.
He was kind and chivalrous to a point, but there was darkness in there too. The more of it she tried, the more she realized she liked a little darkness in some aspects of her life. She realized she had some darkness as well.
Dutifully, she ended the day and gunned her Mercedes out of the parking lot, soon on the highway. Twenty minutes later the sun was sagging in the sky as she pulled into their place. It was the place where they had the conversation. Every great couple has THAT conversation...the conversation that makes them realize the connection. She didn't even remember what number date it had been, but it was the date where they'd both realized they might be what the other person needed. It was until a few months into things she'd thought he was too much the gentleman. Luckily that night the lines were drawn was months ago. Tonight would likely be different.
She carried the box with her, but was still dealing with texts about work as she walked into the restaurant, their restaurant. They didn't come here often, it was a special occasion kind of thing. Not because it was expensive although it was very expensive, but because it had history with them. They seemed to not want to risk using up the magic. She gave his name at the hostess desk and was taken to the very same somewhat secluded seating area in the non-chain stand-alone establishment. She texted him that she was there and asked how long he'd be. The reply wasn't long in coming, "I'll be a bit, go ahead and have a drink. Text me if you get done with the first drink and I'm not there yet". She ordered a glass of wine and was sipping away the stress of her day. Fifteen minutes later, she was feeling much better, happy the weekend was finally here and the way the evening was developing. While she'd enjoyed her wine, the comely waitress chatted a bit with her about how lucky she was that her man thought to surprise her with a gift and dinner. She'd blushed a bit thinking that she truly was although she still had no idea why the secrecy with the box. She finished the glass of wine and texted him as directed. His response peaked her curiosity, "order another. Open the box, and leave it open on the table."
The waitress returned and she ordered another glass of wine. Excitement building at what might be in the small box, she removed the ornate bow. Paper coming away revealed a smaller white box with a lid that would lift off. She held the sides and worked the lid off the top, sitting it on the table. She moved the filmy packing paper, saw the contents of the box, and quickly looked around to see if anyone could see. Her heart quickened a bit as she saw the contents. Starting to put the lid back on so no one would see, she paused, realizing he'd told her she couldn't. For all she knew he was watching her from somewhere else. Looking down at the two small clamps, the plug, and the little tube she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, feeling the effects of that first glass of wine more powerfully.
She realized this evening was going to be about discipline. Almost in slow motion, she watched the pretty waitress walking across the open dining room to her more secluded wing as she felt the color rise in her cheeks. The closer the waitress got, the more she blushed. As she leaned over to pour the wine from the carafe, her eyes instantly took in the contents of the box. She quickly looked away, as both women were now blushing. The waitress looked into her eyes and asked if she wanted anything else, trying to keep her voice from betraying her knowledge of the intimate things openly displayed in the box. Breaking the connection, she could only nod, too embarrassed and aroused to speak. A gulp of the second glass began to calm her just a bit, but then ~BEEP~.
She read the next text and almost could not believe what she was reading. She could not believe what was expected. She texted him back.
"I'm not doing it."
"Do it little one."
Mentally cussing him and forcing her legs to do what was expected, she woodenly walked towards the bathroom, the guilty box in her purse. Straight into the stall, she tried not to see the women adjusting make-up at the sinks. She waited a bit, hoping they'd leave, but the normal bathroom banter seemed like it was in no hurry of stopping.
