Collarspace

Dinner had been wonderful. She wore the black dress and heels that he had chosen for her. She had been instructed to model three outfits of her choosing for him to pick from earlier in the evening. She looked stunning in all of them and he told her so, but he chose the black dress. The nightair was warm and hinted of jasmine as they returned home. He paused while unlocking the door and placed his finger underneath her chin tilting her head up ever so slightly. He kissed her softly and ran one hand lightly through her gorgeous dark hair. He held her gaze and smiled. She made him happy. He unlocked the door and held it open for her. She entered in front of him as his handbriefly brushed her ass. The fabric was soft, her ass was firm. Would you like something to drink sir? She asked him. Just water thank you. She returned shortly with a glass of water. Thank you. He smiled as she turned again. She went to the kitchen and placed a usedglass in the dishwasher. She passed him and smiled on her way to the bedroom, she made the bed. She went to the dryer and removed a few clean shirts and folded them on the bed, and placed them where she knew he liked them. She did this every time they came home, it relaxed her, and it calmed her. She returned to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She went into the living room. MayI dress for the evening sir? He looked up and their eyes met. She was his. And she felt valued. She was valued. Turn. He said. She instinctively turned, bent over placing her legs together and arched her back. The blue one darling he said. He lightly spanked her ass once,and shewalked to the bedroom wondering what the evening had in store. Thrilled.

I adore domestic discipline because it transforms the mundane into the erotic.