Domina et servus

We have the house to ourselves this week, Domina and I. Today is a work day, but usually I’m off work before She is. Her last words to me this morning as we both departed for work:

“Before I walk in the door, be naked. And be afraid.”

Update: It’s 1830 and after She left the office Domina headed to the gym. I’m showered, clipped, trimmed, and clean. I’m a bit nervous, actually. I often am with this, though I don’t know why. I’ve vacuumed the floor and am now doing the dishes, and I’m very naked. I’m watching through the front door window, trying to spot Her Mercedes at the gate to our farm. I’ve laid out all Her tools as She prefers: dildos, vibrators, plugs, whip, crop, chastity device, manacles and chains. I’m just missing the Woman of my dreams.

This was our table last night, as Mistress and I dined in candlelight. We ate with our hands, drank Chianti from cups of beaded glass, and grinned like children. It was perfect there in our gilded alcove, and for us the world stayed its rowdy play. Afterward, we retired to bed, and I begged for Her attention. Mistress took me as She wished, laughing at me, calling me things, and then embracing me in slumber.

This morning, within these walls, braced against a November wind, we still glow.

The rain finally fell this morning, and I felt privileged to be there and to feel it. I would not cede this place at Your side to another, nor imagine that anyone else could make me happier. I have learned things that should not be forgotten, and in the life remaining, during the short and long of it, I will live best. I will give You the very best of me.

[Image made by me, off our back deck.]