Domme By Default

Chapter 10 him

Part of me worried I'd come home one day and she'd stop me before I could strip, tell me the game was over, and we'd go back to our vanilla ways.

I would, if she asked me to.

I prayed she wouldn't.

It never failed that my cock hardened every day as I packed to leave work and drove home. I wanted to strip my clothes off on the way to the front door so I could kneel, naked, before her as soon as I walked in.

I loved the feel of her hands on me as she gently buckled the collar around my neck, the soft snick as the lock snapped into place.

A weight lifted from me. A physical sensation of lightness that I was home, with my Mistress.

Where I belonged.

Where I could relax and forget the day and focus only on her or on what she allowed me to focus on.

I could spend hours kneeling on the floor beside her, my head resting against her knee, as she sat on the couch with her computer in her lap. I loved it when she tangled her fingers in my hair and kept her hand there, touching me.

Owning me.

She wanted me.

Maybe I'd died and I was now in Heaven, because that's what it felt like.

I always took her hand and kissed it after she collared me.

It wasn't something she asked of me, it was something I felt I needed to do. I wanted her to know how much I loved her for this, for doing this.

I knew I was the luckiest bastard in the world.