“I need some quiet time with Master tonight,” her text read. He knew she had had a rough day by those eight simple words. Working from home allowed him to prepare for her return this evening. Being the dominant means putting your own desires aside and focusing on your submissive’s needs.
With dinner prepared and warming in the oven, he set the table, then drew her a bath. He placed her robe, towel, and her favorite effervescent bomb on the tray beside the roman style tub. He brought the Sonos speaker into the bathroom and queued up a pleasant classical playlist, putting it on repeat. As the piano music softly played, he lit her favorite scented candle and the tiny room soon smelled of lavender and jasmine.
He then made ready her dressing table, laying out her hairbrush, lotions, and perfume. On the bed, he laid out her favorite loungewear outfit. Though cliché, the words “Juicy” on the back of her boy shorts always made them laugh and remember the private joke they shared as lovers. The sweetheart tee with her sorority letters, though much faded and worn, matched her shorts perfectly and he couldn’t keep his eyes, or his hands, off of her whenever she put them on.
He checked his watch and removed her evening collar from the safe in his study and placed it on the sofa table in the living room. He then scribbled a note and left it next to her collar, before retiring to his study to light a fire in the fireplace and await her arrival.
With a fire snapping in the fireplace, he turned on his laptop and spent the next few moments catching up on the day’s latest news. Then he heard her car in the garage and the door open into the den. He finished the article he was reading before he closed his computer and made his way into the den. There he found her kneeling beside the sofa table as his note had instructed.
He removed his keys from his pocket and unlocked the lock that hung from the hasp on her day collar, and then removing it, he replaced it with her evening collar before securing the hasp with the lock. He took her hand and helped her to her feet before taking her in her arms and holding her tight. She felt the troubles of her day begin to slip away as she acquiesced to his embrace. The moments passed before he asked, “Are you hungry?”
“A little,” she replied. “But not starving.”
“I drew you a bath, if you’d rather soak for a bit first.”
“That would be lovely,” she said with a smile and began to feel better about her day.
He unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her skirt before helping her with her brassiere and her hose. She dropped to her knees as he started to lead her to the bathroom and she slowly crawled behind him. He had not asked her to, but he could tell she was in a submissive frame of mind. Once she reached the bathroom she stood and removed her panties. She then put her favorite bomb into the bath and watched it fizz. He helped her in once the water was ready and he used her loofah to bathe her shoulders and arms. She rested her head against the foam pillow at the end of the bath and closed her eyes, letting the music carry her away.
“Shall I leave you alone to relax?” he asked.
“No sir. Please stay,” she replied. “And thank you for this. What are you cooking? It smells delicious and I’m getting more hungry now,” she replied.
“Chicken and pasta; your favorite. It’s ready, just warming in the oven. I just need to finish throwing together the salad.”
“I can’t wait to eat,” she smiled.
They spent the better part of the next half hour talking about her day. When she felt her fingers starting to prune she told him she was ready to get out. He excused himself to the kitchen to finish preparations while she rinsed and dried herself off. Then she slipped on her robe and fixed her hair at her dressing table before getting dressed making her way to the kitchen. He was standing at the counter preparing the salad with his back to her when she walked up to him and put her hands around his waist, resting her head against the back of his shoulder.
“Hello, Beautiful,” he said with a smile. “I poured you a glass of wine on the table. Make yourself comfortable I’m almost finished here.”
She sat in her usual seat, next to his at the head of the table and took a sip of her wine. She felt the cool golden liquid trail down her throat along with the last remaining stress of the day away. He sat the bowls with salad on the table, one in front of her and one in front of his place setting. Then he did the same with their plates. He took his seat beside her and reached for his glass. As he held it up to hers he said with a smile, “To my beautiful pet. May the stress of the day escape your soul as you take solace in the peace of our home.”
They touched their glasses together and took another sip before they began to enjoy their dinner. They ate quietly, while he told her about his day. When they had finished eating and were clearing the table, he was surprised, but pleased, when he heard her ask, “Do you think that after we could finish the dishes we could retire to your study for some light reading and maybe a little flogging in your study?”
He laughed to himself when he heard the innocence in voice at her more than simple request. “Of course, my pet. I think that could be arranged. But no more wine for you, if that’s the case.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said with an impish grin. “You truly are the Master a girl could ever ask for.”
