Author's Note - This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing!
Thanks everyone for continuing to read and support this story! For those just jumping in here, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to fully understand the characters and background.
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I woke in the morning feeling refreshed, but sore. I could smell breakfast cooking and slipped a robe on before going in search of my host.
Justin was as good as his word, feeding me a delicious breakfast before settling me into a nice tub full of bubbles. He didn't mention ahead of time that his tub had jets, but it was a welcome surprise.
After my bath we put on comfy PJs and each claimed a couch, watching cheesy movies all afternoon. We didn't talk much, just mostly enjoyed our downtime.
When Pat had suggested this, he assumed I would probably want to spend some time at our house. But the thought of going home to an empty house made me sad. I would need to at some point though. Even with access to laundry, I would want some different outfit choices at work. 'A problem for another day', I thought.
I settled back into our current movie, just in time to realize the credits were starting to roll. It was late afternoon, and neither of us had really moved for hours.
My mind had been wandering a lot, and I realized I hadn't really spent a day just chilling like this since I formally submitted to Pat. We'd been too busy making up for lost time and enjoying the delights of reconnecting sexually after so many years of my broken libido. After yesterday though, I'd needed some downtime, and today had been perfect. As the shadows lengthened outside, and night approached, my body started telling me that it wanted more than what we had planned.
"What's wrong?"
Justin's innate sense to read my emotions was a little crazy to me, and I was embarrassed when I realized what I'd been thinking about.
"What makes you think something is wrong?"
He sighed, and turned the tv off, fixing me in his intense gaze.
"I'm a dom. A very experienced dom. Being attuned to what my subs are going through is sort of like my dom superpower. I might not always pick up on everything, but I can tell when something is off or something has changed. You've been sitting peacefully all afternoon, but during the last movie, I noticed your eyes were unfocused a lot. You were deeply in thought about something. And the last few minutes you started fidgeting. So talk to me, or I will pick a conversation topic to distract you, and you might not like it."
His explanation made sense, and I giggled at his use of the term "superpower". But he was right, my focus had shifted, and I had to tell him.
"You're right. I was unfocused and thinking of a lot of things. Of how Pat expected me to want to go home but I don't want to. But how I'll have to because I will need some more clothes at some point, and I should at least check the house. But the idea of walking into that house empty makes me sad. Thinking of going there and not having Pat waiting is like a crushing blow to my chest. So I'm worried, but it's a problem that can be solved another day."
"Actually," Justin chimed in, "it's a problem that's very easy to solve."
I looked at him skeptically. "Oh?"
"Simple. And don't use that tone with me. We might not be training today, but that doesn't mean I won't punish you if you are being insolent."
The word punish sent off a chain reaction of hardening nipples and a tug in my center and a pool of liquid between my legs. My breathing quickened and my mouth fell slightly open as I tried to hide how it had affected me. Justin, however, wasn't so easy to fool.
"Ah. Now I see what the real problem is. When is the last time you just relaxed for a day. No sex, no playing, just a normal, platonic relationship?"
I sighed. God I hated how easily he could read me.
"The day before I told Pat about my need to submit. Since then we've been like rabbits. Playing and exploring. Making up for lost time."
"Of course. That's pretty normal, especially for a couple who has been together as long as you have. It's like a second honeymoon. But you do need some balance. Your body is conditioned to want sexual contact or stimulation all the time now. Don't worry, I have an idea that should fix your hunger without being too strenuous. And although it will help with training, it isn't training. Not today, anyway. But first, let me put your mind at ease about your concerns."
I sighed, feeling my body relax as Justin naturally took control. I realized in that moment how submissive I'd always been. I'd always wanted someone else to pick the movie or the restaurant. To make the decisions and let me just come along for the ride. And more than anything, I'd always wanted someone else to solve the problems.
"So first of all, the clothes thing is a non-issue. I'm happy to have you wear nothing or very little any time you're here, and I have enough variety anyway that we can always find something if we need it. That just leaves work outfits. You probably have enough, but it's easy for me to order you a couple more. It gives me the chance to have you coming to work in a few more things that are exactly my taste, like the corset I made you wear the other day. But it also removes your need to go home for clothes."
I nodded. As much as I was proud and didn't want to feel like a charity case, I knew that getting to dress me in clothes of his choice was something that would make Justin happy, so I was happy to allow him to buy me a couple outfits.
"That would be wonderful, thank you Master."
"You might thank me less when you see what I have in mind, but that, as you said, is a problem for another day."
He winked and I laughed. His playfulness always had a way of undoing my stress. He knew how to make me laugh, and it was one of my favourite things about spending time with him.
"Now second, if you want to check on the house, we can go together. Or if even that is too hard, then one day when you're safely at work, I can go check it myself. But there isn't much to check. You have too many busy neighbors who are always around. I am sure it is all ok. But say the word, and either we go or I go, and then you'll know for sure."
As he talked, another idea formed.
"Can I make a quick phone call?"
Justin's mouth fell open and he stared at me like I'd grown a second head, before quickly recovering and tossing me my phone from the end table.
I dialed the number for my neighbor across the street who worked from home. After a quick conversation, I hung up the phone, content that everything was perfectly fine at my house.
