Domme By Default

Chapter 4 him

I couldn't believe she didn't freak out.

I did some research and no, we weren't exactly textbook bondage folks. Although touring through a few sites left me drooling for some of the restraints, my dick throbbing when I imagined how it'd feel to have her truss me up.

I didn't have any idea how to vocalize to her why I needed this. I trusted her. I've never trusted another person in my entire life as much as I trust my wife.

Once the kids were on their own, it wasn't unusual for me to walk naked around the house in the evening. She enjoyed it, and I know I did. Once we started this, I would voluntarily shed my clothes as soon as I got home and stay that way until I had to dress to go to work or to the store or something.

I asked her if she wanted me to keep a journal, because it was something I read about online that other Masters made their slaves do. I wanted a list of rules, of chores, of tasks to do for my Mistress.

I took it upon myself to start preparing her coffee and bringing it to her every morning. I made sure her laptop was always turned on when I got up.

Somehow, it helped satisfy some of my need. I craved to do things for her and wished I could afford to quit work and stay home and spend all day being with her, taking care of her.

Serving her.

When I'd sit at work and listen to co-workers bitch about their wives and girlfriends, complaining that they had their free time scheduled, my dick would harden. I wished my wife would do that for me, tightly schedule every second.

Owning me.

After a week or so I came home and she'd set up an online task list for me, with a spreadsheet for me to check off every day, acknowledging I'd read it and for me to note any questions or concerns or requests.

I nearly drooled.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

But she loved me. She did this for me.

My Mistress.

The first couple of days, I nearly raced home to see if she'd added anything. It started out very basic, mostly things I was already doing.

Biting back my disappointment, I diligently filled out my daily log as I was instructed. I wanted more.

Needed more.

Craved it.

The third day, a new line. You will always take proper care of your toys and know exactly where they are so you can get them immediately if Mistress wishes to use them on you.

Ah! Yes! Wait. Toys? What toys? I didn't have any toys.

Yet.

Then the next line. You are not allowed to come without Mistress unless she tells you it's okay.

Licking my lips, I fought the urge to fist my cock right then. Reading the words had given me a hard, throbbing woody. This is what I wanted.

It wasn't enough but I knew it wasn't fair to push her harder than I already had.

Besides that, she was my Mistress. It was her call.

I knew she was worried about taking me too far too fast, worried it might be a passing phase and hesitant to do anything that might hurt me.

I wanted to beg her to jump in with both feet.

But I loved her for her caution, for her level-headed approach to this. She was right, and I had to trust her.

I had to trust my Mistress.

She called to me from the living room. "Go wait for me in bed."

As if a switch flipped inside me, without question I immediately jumped up from my chair and ran for the bedroom. When she walked in a few minutes later, she found me kneeling on the bed, my ass in the air.

Her hand caressed my ass, sliding between my legs, nails gently raking across my sac.

Ahhh...

"I'm going shopping," she said.

Toys!

I didn't know if I was supposed to say anything, so I knelt there, fighting the urge to grind my ass against her hand.

Her voice faltered. "You're sure you want to do this?"

I nodded, my eyes closed, wishing she'd do more than just rest her cool hand on my ass. "Yes, Mistress. Please." I knew it had to sound like begging.

I was beyond caring.

She gently patted me on the ass. "You can have some free time until I return." She paused. "Did you read your list today?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Any questions?"

"No, Mistress."

She hesitated, like she was going to say something, then I heard her step away from the bed. "I'll be back soon. Enjoy your free time."

Before I could look, she was gone. I heard the front door open and shut a moment later. Something about her voice sounded off.

There was no way I could grab something to cover myself in time and go after her. Something about her tone gnawed at me. I hadn't heard that tone in ... years.

Like maybe she was trying not to cry.