I sat there on the floor for a few minutes and thought about the meal. I couldn't believe how deeply I had fallen into her. Her love filled me with a sense of joy and passion that I just couldn't put into words. It was such a deep emotion mixed with something that went far beyond emotion. It went far beyond anything that I could possibly describe. It was just right. I belonged to her; body, mind and soul.
I cleaned up the dishes and took pride in putting the kitchen right back the way I found it. I loved keeping the house in perfect condition always. It was a responsibility that I took very seriously. I never did anything half way and when I had agreed to wear her collar I made a sacred vow to always be her perfect submissive, her perfect pet, and her perfect wife. She paid me back by being my perfect Domme. She guided me to new heights of love, passion and submission. Every working relationship has a dominant person and a submissive person. We had a perfect relationship because of that knowledge; we eliminated all struggles from ourselves, and our love. It was a perfect love. We shared the kind of love that people write stories about.
"I love you pet... you cleaned the whole kitchen. You are such a hard worker. You work so hard to please me." She said with a wide smile. She was wearing a black silk robe. Under the robe I could see the leather boots and heels. I wasn't sure what I was in for tonight, but my erection was growing.
"Yes my Mistress, I always feel an obligation to put it back the way that I found it. It's my way of showing you how much I love and worship you." I said honestly.
"You really do worship me don't you pet?" She said looking deeply into my eyes. Her crimson fingernail running down her neck, through her hair, and down between the two sides of her robe. The finger dipped behind the flap of her robe and moved over her breast. My imagination was running wild with the thought of what it must look like under that robe. She was such an amazing vision. The look in her eyes completely melted my defenses.
"Oh God, yes my Mistress." my mouth was open. My pupils were completely dilated, my attention completely focused on her. I didn't even notice that she reached over and grabbed my testicles through the apron. She squeezed them with her red nails. They dug in just enough to give me a twinge of pain and make me understand that these were very much her property.
"Mmmmm... you are such a good pet. It's been a while my pet and you need to be taken again don't you?" She said with an evil smile, staring into my eyes like a predator.
"Oh God yes my Mistress, I do need to be taken." I had visions of her bending me over the kitchen table and taking me hard and deep with her strap-on. God, I would have killed to have her slamming into me at that point. The arousal in my mind was building to a fever pitch. She always knew exactly what to do and what to say to drive me insane with lust and desire. She played me like a fine instrument. She always hit the notes of passion that she sought in me.
"Go wait for me in the spare bedroom. We're not using the dungeon tonight. Strip and be hard. Come to the room in a half hour." She said alternating squeezing my testicles and stroking what must have been her nipple. Her eyes were on fire.
"Yes my Mistress... as you wish always..." I said, my eyes half closed in the passion and slight pain that she was causing me. She walked away and left in her wake a flood of perfume and scent that filled my nostrils and my mind. It was a part of her ownership of me. Her love struck a chord in me. It was controlling. I loved that she controlled me.
I went to the room and instinctively knelt down and put my head down on the floor in the position of submission. I was waiting for what I thought was a half hour. Every second was agony. My erection raged between my legs and the waves of lust flowed through me. Those waves were quickly translated into submission when they hit my mind. I ran the memory of her face over and over in my mind. Imagining the look in her eyes, the way she smelled, and the music of her voice. It kept me hard and then some. I was getting more aroused at the thought of what might be to come. I was also afraid.
At the end of what I thought was a half hour I crawled to the door and knocked three times. It opened and I went from a very bright hallway to a dark room. The darkness engulfed me and blinded me. I was completely helpless. I could smell her and it drove into me a spike of both fear and anticipation. It was that feeling that I could taste. It was an intensity that she was building by leaving me alone for the first hours being home.
I felt hands on my shoulders. They ran over my shoulders and down the front of my chest. I smelled leather in my face and I knew that I was between her breasts. I wanted more than anything to just put out my tongue. Lick and worship the objects of my total desire. Every nerve in my body screamed to worship them. My submission to her, wouldn't allow it. I worshipped her too much to give in to my male desires. She was in charge, as she should be.
"Mmmmm good, it's hard.... you have been a very good pet since you've been home...." She said. I didn't reply. I just stood there blind and completely at her command. Her scent filled my nostrils and I couldn't shake the feeling of her hands running down the front of my body. It was like her hands had left a ghost trail. I felt it over and over again. Her aura was invading my mind and soul. I could feel my will slowly slipping away. In a state of total sexual arousal, I couldn't help but lose myself in the moment.
"Do you like my boots pet? They are new." She asked.
"I can't see them...." I gasped, barely able to speak. She slapped me in the face hard. I was shocked.
"I can't see them... WHAT?" She replied harshly.
"I can't see them my Mistress... " I replied instinctively. I was taken back by her nature. I felt like I was being sucked into her world. I was out of her world for a while but I was falling back into line. It was comfortable being back at her feet. It was like putting on a broken in pair of shoes. It felt right. I wasn't resisting the process at all.
"Then why don't you get down there and take a closer look... get very, very close." She said, the harsh tone gone from her voice. Without hesitation I moved my face to her feet and got my face down very close to her boots. I could smell the leather, and when I got down to them I saw that they were thigh high black leather boots. The heels here about five inches long and they were amazingly sexy on her very hard legs. Her whole image was starting to come into view now. I could see that her hard body was inside a leather one piece with the boots and gloves with the fingers cut out of them. She had something in her hand and she walked around behind me. I was kneeling with my face down close to the ground and my ass high in the air.
"Stay just like that... freeze... mmmmmm you look so yummy down there pet..." She said and her words just filled my mind like the pleasure that I felt when she held my cock. She walked around me and I could hear the click of her heels on the hard wood floor. Her hands worked their way over my face, down my shoulders, and across my ass. My entire body felt like it was on fire. She leaned down behind me and ran her hands from my shoulders back my arms, drawing my arms behind my back. Her boots were rubbing against my ass and the feel of the leather against me was almost more than I could take.
I didn't even notice that she had tied my arms behind my back with rope, until she walked back around to the front of me and I realized that I couldn't move them. My eyes adjusted to my surroundings and I looked up at her with what must have been a wounded look. She loved to put me in bondage, especially when I'm so turned on that I don't know that it's being done. She loves the look on my face when I realize that I'm helpless, and wondering how I got there so fast. The look on her face when she sees me like that is priceless.
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