Domme By Default

Chapter 15 Her

The next night, as soon he got home from work and before he could strip, we went through our collar ritual. I never realized how important this all was to him until now, I think. I paid attention this time, thanks to my talks with Tony. I watched as my husband actually relaxed, tension draining from him as I buckled the collar around his neck and snapped the lock shut.

I'd never noticed that before.

Maybe there were a lot of things I'd never noticed before in my attempts to do everything the right way for him.

He took my hand and kissed it, nuzzled it against his cheek. "Thank you, Mistress," he said, as if a sigh of relief escaped him.

"Go get naked, sweetie."

He stood, walked to our bedroom and stripped. He returned to me, knelt before me.

"Come on," I said. "I want to show you something."

With a puzzled look, but without question, he followed me out to the garage. I'd already prepared. I indicated a large, folded towel neatly laid on the floor. "Stand there," I indicated, then sat on the stool in front of the tool bench.

I didn't want his feet getting cold on the concrete floor.

Emptying the tool bag, I went through each tool with him.

Some he already knew, duh, he's not a moron. The ones he knew, I let him return to the tool bag. The ones he didn't we went through several times, their names and basic functions, how they differed from similar tools and why I might ask for one instead of another.

After an hour I was starving and knew he had to be hungry, too.

"Any questions?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No, Mistress. I don't know if I'll remember them all though."

I smiled. "That's all right. We'll keep going through them until you do. Okay?"

He nodded and smiled and I took a deep breath. I could do this. I sent him to go start dinner and gently swatted his ass as he passed me.

He turned and grinned and my heart did little summersaults in my chest. Jesus I loved this man.

I quizzed him each night after he got home from work.

There was no punishment for forgetting, but every time he got one right I reached over and stroked his cock.

He worked really hard to remember.

I had a purpose for this. On Saturday, I planned to change out the kitchen faucet, which was dripping. Since the damn thing was so old it was far easier to replace the whole thing with a newer style rather than trying to gut the old one to replace a washer.

Saturday morning, I lined up everything I thought I'd need and made him empty out the cabinet below the sink. He looked nervous.

I couldn't blame him.

I was so proud of him. He gained confidence with everything he did right. When I kept my cool the one time he got confused, he tried even harder to please me. By the time we finished a half hour later, I had a new faucet and he had a raging hard-on I couldn't wait to relieve him of.

I stood up and gently swatted his ass. "Clean up those tools for me, then go get your ass in bed."

He hungrily kissed me. "Yes, Mistress."

I couldn't help but laugh when he jumped into bed, practically on top of me, fifteen minutes later. I had him kneel while I slid his medium-sized butt plug in, which had him squirming under my hands. Then he went down on me and sent me into orbit.

The Man With the Golden Tongue has never failed me.

I crooked my finger at him and he fucked his rock hard cock inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and reached behind him and gently pressed on the butt plug.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned, taking a few hard strokes before he came.

I held him, refusing to release him. I stroked his hair and trailed my fingers down his back.

God I loved this man.