I should have seen it all along. She called me Master I called her slave. It always felt strange.
Don't get me wrong. She was into all the bondage and control. She loved it. Hell, she asked me to choke her even to the point where she would pass out. I could exploit her every body part as she lay there between awake and asleep. Waking for a moment to object only to like what she felt and roll her eyes as I came wherever I pleased. Waking she would rub my seed all over her body...
Then one day, on our front porch, I was trying to gain forgiveness after work. I had been an ass, not really knowing what was wrong. I had told her that I felt limited and neglected. Taken for granted.
Don't get me wrong. I wanted her... Constantly. I could almost explode in my pants all day long just thinking about how her pussy tasted.
I was just always side tracked with how good it felt to have my ass played with. I had no interest in men. I was always about her and her pussy, but to be filled with something, anything. The bigger the better. I had played with toys forever. Felt guilty for it even. Liquid or solid I loved to be stuffed but to always be limited to my own devices...
A few weeks later I experienced just how attentive she was to my needs. I had all but forgotten the discussion. I didn't even think she had payed attention.
Grasping the door handle, I realized it was locked. I quickly noticed hers was the only car in the driveway. I fetched the keys from my pocket and unlocked the door. As I walked through the door I found a note on the handrail of the stairs just inside the door...
"Go upstairs. In the bathroom off of our bedroom, there will be all we talked about. Clean up and go to our bedroom. When you find the "saw horse" get your ass on it and stay there. Don't you dare talk or look around. Just close your eyes and wait for me. Tonight, I am MASTER...", she wrote.
Walking into the bathroom I noticed a rubber bag with a hose. Filling it with water I cleaned myself out the way we had talked about.
Even though I had showered, I was dripping with sweat. How could it be that I was being told what to do? We had always been open with each other but she was pet. I was supposed to be MASTER... Now, I was relegated to doing what i was told. Being commanded.