“Good morning,” I rasp in a husky morning voice and smile at James. “Have you been awake long?”
“No,” answers James sleepily.
We lie staring at each other trying to soak in our last morning together in our little peaceful holiday home before we have to make the trip back to collect the kids from school and back to our lives and our real reality.
“Do we have anything planned for this morning?” I casually ask. I watch as a slow grin spreads across James’ face.
“We do.”
“Are you going to let me in on the plans?” I grin back.
“I can give you an idea.”
“Ok, give me an idea then,” I reply good naturedly.
“Well, first we are going to put your new collar back on to you. You know what that means don’t you?”
“You are going to be my Dom.”
“And?”
“I am going to be your little submissive wife.”
“Exactly.”
“And what would you like me to do for you, Sir?” I ask.
“I have a few things planned, but mostly I would like you to do exactly what I ask. Do you have any problem with that?”
“No, I can be a good girl.”
“Good. You remember your safe word.”
“Neptune.”
“Excellent. Use it if things become, let’s just say—too uncomfortable for you.”
“Okay,” I reply, curious now.
“A few little ground rules for today and for practice when we are home and you are wearing your collar,” James begins, and I nod.
“You will not speak unless spoken to,” he says as he begins to run through the list watching me carefully for my reaction. “Unless otherwise instructed you will sit on the floor on your knees, resting your butt on your heels, naked with your legs apart so that I can see your pussy from wherever I am, head angled down with your eyes to the floor. Your hands will rest palm up on your thighs.” My eyes widen a little but I nod for him to continue. “You will obey my every request and know that I have your best interests in mind.” I nod. Listening to James’ confidence in his commanding tone has flutters of liquid heat pooling at my core.
Yes, this is exactly what I like to hear from my man.
Getting up, James walks around to the dressing table and picks up my collar. Walking back over to the bed I sit up and move my hair up as he gently fastens it around my neck.
“Do you need the bathroom?”
“Yes I do,” I reply.
“One more rule. You shall address me as Sir.”
“Yes I do,Sir,” I reply obediently, and respectfully.
“Crawl into the bathroom.”
My eyebrows raise a teeny bit but I collect myself beforeclimbing off the bed and lowering to the floor. I have crawled plenty of times now for my jobs, I should be used to it. I have just never crawled for my husband.
