They were finally home again. She had taken the harness off from him, leaving only the collar on his naked body. His fairly defined muscles, toned so perfectly, and his face, all too worthy. She knew he had finally submitted, and there was no going back. Though every time she ran her hand through his hair, she felt his muscles tense.
She left him alone in the living room while she went out to get pizza for both of them. As she locked the door behind her, she thought about her desires when she was younger. She always saw him in the hallways of the local junior high, getting more and more popular by the time they both entered high school. During their senior year, he had only looked once her way, but that one time already made her heart flutter. Now was a different story, he belonged at her feet, and she belonged towering over him in a loving way. Just the thought of younger Alfred made her wet as she made her way to the car. Her chauffeur was already waiting. She slipped into the Mercedes GLE SUV, and off she went.
She came home to the sound of him taking a shower. She set the pizza down and walked down the hallway, stopping as she came to the bathroom door, unlocked. She softly turned the handle and peering inside. He was about to towel off when she peered inside.
"Yes mistress?" He said.
"Come out when you are ready and don't bother putting on those clothes, just put those on," she answered, pointing to the briefs hanging from the hook. Then she walked back out to the kitchen, setting two plates on the table.
He came out of the bathroom a moment later, only wearing the briefs, with the rest of his clothes in his hands. He put them away and sat down at the table, waiting for her to start eating before he did.
It was a subtle move on his part, she thought. At least he acknowledged her authority. She could see the submission in his eyes, gleaming with excitement to serve.
"After we finish, I have a gift for you. Since you can't work at home tomorrow, you'll probably be thinking about me," she cooed.
His mind raced to think of an answer. What could it be? It couldn't be one of those chastity cages, he thought, she hates seeing my cock all bound. When they finished the box of pizza, he washes the plates, put them into the dishwasher, and recycled the box.
He followed her into his room. She was pulling a small red box out of the corner of the closet. He knelt down in front of her, head down. She watched him do so as she opens the box with a sigh of relief. It was still there. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched she take out a medium width black anklet. An anklet?
"Stand, shoulder width apart, eyes straight ahead and hand on your head." He does so.
She bends down, close enough to his face where she was sure he could smell her juices dripping down her thighs. She smiles at the anklet, a plain black band with her initials, attached with metal. She tightens it around his right ankle, locking it in place.
"You may relax, slave."
He relaxes, doing so while looking down at his feet, staring at the black band, questioning its presence.
"You won't wear that neck collar in public. The anklet will be in its place until you come home," she answered.
She ran her fingers over his hair softly, just grazing his fair hair, making his lips curve upright.
"Good night Alfred."
"Good night Mistress."
They walked to their respective rooms. Alfred went under his covers, feeling for the softness of the mattress. He felt slightly empty, now that she took off his harness. He dread the feeling of going to work tomorrow at the office; he longed to stay at home with his mistress. He fell asleep, his balls aching for release after days in denial.
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He woke up to her fingers teasing his thighs, her body so close to his. She had her other hand wrapped around his length, slightly going up and down. She knew he wanted it, and badly.
"Because you were a good boy yesterday, I'll let you come before work." She smiled.
