It'd been a couple of months since you started dating her but trying to stick to the rules and being obedient at times was harder than you imagined. Having long held fantasies was one thing, but the reality of handing control over quite another.
Oh you loved it, and in the grand scheme of things the rules were not hard and nor was the way she suggested things that conveyed her wishes. Likes and dislikes were fun, and the growing submission was ever present. Small things like the fact your old comfy boxers had been replaced with her favourite tight black trunks which emphasised 'her cock' were a daily reminder. The way she said 'oh i love that shirt and those jeans' when getting dressed for a casual day out made her Dominance clear without the need for harsh words.
The need to please, to see the smile you longed for and to hear the words ' good boy ' made you glow. Even her look and ' watch it my lad' had an effect. Making her morning tea, or laying out her clothes felt natural, although checking with her before making plans was still harder than you ever thought.
When you pushed for more D/s, the kind of thing you'd fantasised about, she said very clearly... 'The D and s sweet boy is who we are, and the B,S&M is what we do. You need to learn the difference, your service and my control is the cake, the play is the icing...!'
Feeling foolish at her words, but keen to learn, it was clear that you had a long way to go. You were willing to admit to yourself that you ached for it and each experience was better than the last.
Last night she had praised you and said there would soon be a reward, and to watch out for the post.
Rushing home, hoping for something to have arrived each day, only to be disappointed. Pestering Miss wasn't an option or it might not happen. Damn, you itched to push, to demand that as a grown man wasn't it enough already? However, the other voice in your head was switched on, on some level enjoying not getting things 'just because', having no control over this, as you consented to this life so suck it up.
Finally after what felt like weeks but had in reality been just four days , the plain white envelope was there on the floor, waiting for you.
Picking it up, there are words scrawled in black ink ' only open when suitably attired'. Embarrassed, thinking that the postman may have read it and wondered what it meant brought a flush to your cheeks. You wanted to open it immediately, after all, she would never know , yet the desire to please, to be obedient won out after all it was an instruction.
Eat first, then shower, the envelope tempting all the while you ate. Off to the shower, the hot jets stinging, but being as quick as you can, desperate to open the letter. No leisurely shower and play today that wasn't allowed anyway, she owned your orgasms, remember.
Heading downstairs naked, hair slicked back, wet and curling at the nape of your neck, the drips trailing down your skin.
Picking up the letter, and taking it to living room, kneeling down and sitting back on your haunches, taking a deep breath then opening the letter, pulling out a card, reading the words twice, her familiar strong cursive writing makes raises a smile as does the waft of her perfume.
'You are due a reward for being such a delight.
Please join me on Saturday at 7pm prompt at the Lace Market hotel.
You will wear the charcoal suit, white shirt and slim blue tie, matching cuff links, and your watch. Underwear is not required. '
Her cock twitches at the words, anticipating what was to come, desire spreads through you like fire, she knew how to push buttons. The no underwear instruction was a particular desire - mild humiliation and you loved that she was specific about your clothes.
Two days to go, life continues as normal, she was the first person spoken to each morning and the last at night, careful to respect her wish and no longer wasting time before bed chatting online to friends, or gaming late into the night if it meant talking to others in the gaming group unless she gave permission. That had been tough and friends had pulled your leg about being a lightweight, you were tempted to explain but instead claimed work load as the reason.
Dressing for the date carefully on Saturday, taking time in the shower to shave and trim. Wanting to look and smell great, getting the metal ball-ring on was a symbol of submission currently only to be worn when you saw each other, hoping one day to have a collar but this was close enough.
Dressing carefully in the suit and tie she had requested, unusually she had not asked for the matching waistcoat.
