My girlfriend's got a thing for uniforms. I just recently found out. And being the good little sub that I am, I made it my top priority to provide her with all the costumes she could think up and all that my pockets could afford. Army and Navy uniforms proved the easiest to obtain; there's always a soldier on leave or growing out of things. But the one that really made her smile was the sheriff uniform. She'd been on her way to becoming a Sheriff before certain bits of life got in the way and the dream had to be postponed. So I figured at least she can play the part at home and order me around a bit. I even got her handcuffs to add a bit to the role. We both have our kinks; mine is spanking while she likes to be in control. This way everyone's happy.
When she's in her role, she's the strong silent type. She becomes the mirror image of who she is in real life. Inside our home, she's in charge. She can say, do and think as she pleases. There's no boring dead end job, no bills to pay. There's just her and her suit. The olive green button down shirt. The pressed khakis. Shiny black shoes. Standing beside her, I can feel the separation of power between us. They're just pieces of clothing but the transformation is unmistakable. She's now in the position of power and I am enamored. I am beyond compelling to submit to her.
I am in the bedroom and she's just come out of the bathroom. She looks in my direction and nonchalantly turns away. She walks into the living room and turns on the TV. I can hear the soles of her shoes click on the hardwood floor. I watch her as she gently pulls on the knees of her pants and sits down on the couch. She waits patiently for me to finish putting my clothes away. I walk into the living room and without being ask, I sit down on the floor at her feet. I rest my head on her knee and close my eyes contented. It was so natural for me to sit there. The thought of sitting on the couch seemed too bold. For some reason, it felt like my proper place was on the floor.
She placed her hand on top of my head and caressed my cheek. It was such a small action yet the approval I needed from her, which I craved. These feelings were all relatively new to me but also second nature. I turned my body so I could look up at her and she told me to stand. I suddenly felt nervous standing before her. I was only wearing a tank top and boxer briefs. I seemed inappropriately dressed while she wore her full garb. She noticed my unease and her eyes seemed troubled.
"Baby what's the matter?"
"Nothing Mister. I feel a little odd in my undies while you're fully dressed."
She smiled wickedly when she realized it wasn't anything serious. "You can be naked then".
I laugh relieved and she laughs with me. "That sounded more like a request than an order Mister. You're not very good at this."
"Smart asses get spankings baby."
"Oh I'm so scared Mister Officer, anything but a spanking." I turn around and show her my ass as I walk toward the bedroom in the back of the house. I heard her feet shuffle as she gets up and walks after me. The game is on! I feel her arms around my waist and suddenly I'm lifted into the air. She carries me the rest of the way into the bedroom and drops me onto the bed on my back. She crawls on top of me and presses her lips to mine. I part my lips and she slides her tongue into my mouth. She wraps my legs around her waist and rests her pelvis against mine. She starts to grind against me as she sucks on my bottom lip. Then trails kisses across my cheek and down to my neck where she bites me. I moan while moving my body against her.
"Is there something you want baby?"
"Yes Daddy. I want you to fuck me."
