Sliding Further in Submission
For the first time in years I didn’t wake up alone in my bed. When I first opened my eyes all I saw was Marcos’ chest. I glanced up and saw his face. It looked so peaceful. Both of his arms were wrapped around me, his mouth was smiling even in his sleep. If it weren’t for his quiet steady breathing I would think he was awake, but he was just… content. Asleep and content. I crawled up slightly so I could nuzzle into his neck. As I moved, I heard his breath catch for a second and then his arms around me squeezed a bit tighter. I lay still trying not to wake him, carefully watching him to see if he was going to wake up. His eyes slowly opened and he smiled as soon as he saw my face.
“Good morning, baby.” He gave me a tender kiss on the cheek and pulled me closer to him.
“Good morning, Sir. Sorry if I woke you up, I didn’t mean to.”
“Don’t worry. I needed to wake up anyway.” One of his hands slipped from my waist to look at his phone. He sighed and put his phone back down. “Two hours before I go quit my job.” He wrapped his arms back around me and pulled me close.
“Are you nervous, Sir?” I asked quietly. I shifted slightly to lay on top of him with arms folded under my chin as I looked up at him.
“A little… I think id be terrified if I didn’t have a plan.” His eyes shifted from the ceiling to me.
*oh…* my breath caught in my chest *I was the plan. I was what made him feel safe enough to quit.*
“I don’t know if I would be doing this if I hadn’t met you. If I hadn’t finally just said something to you.” I blushed at his words.
“I’m glad you are just going to do it, Sir. It’s written all over your face every time you talk about that place. It’s like it’s leeching you of your energy and enthusiasm.” Marcos just shared into my eyes as I spoke. When I finished he leaned forward and gently planted a kiss on my lips. It was one, single, careful kiss before he laid back once more.
“I know what we are doing is new and fresh and this might be a bit much for this early in the morning, but I think this” he waved back and forth between the two of us, “was meant to happen. You save me from a job that’s slowly bleeding me dry, and I hope I can save you from being crushed by yours.”
I smiled as he said that. I remember thinking the exact same thing before I fell asleep last night. It felt all so… convenient? fruitful? Like fate? He wasn’t sure what word worked and he certainly didn’t want to get too excited too early and overthink it, but for now it was nice to feel like this was all just… right.
“I certainly hope you can, Sir. I love this place. I want this place to succeed more than anything else in the world. But for five years I have tried and for five years I have had to do whatever I could to keep it alive. I have basically broken even or had to dole out my own money to keep things anflof and I’ve had to do it all by myself.” I felt my voice crack and I hid my face in my hands. Marcos pulled me closer and rubbed my hair and my face as I let out a few strained cries.
“Hush darling, I’ll do whatever I can to help this business succeed. I’m gonna quit my job and then come back here and we can get started. I can start getting my ideas in motion, we can discuss everything you do every day and start dividing up responsibilities, and I can call some friends of mine and they’ll help me pack up my place tonight so I can start moving in.” My body stiffened at that last part. He clearly could tell and sat up on his elbows.
“Baby? Are you ok?”
“I’m sorry, I actually wanted to talk about you moving in…”
“Do you not want me to?” His question alarmed me. I hadn’t explained myself well. I quickly sat up in alarm and scooted forward to be closer to his face.
“No sir, no. I want you to. But… not into the spare room.” I blushed and hid my face barely mumbling out the rest of my thought. I felt fingers lace into my hair and pull me up slowly. I let out a small moan. I loved when he pulled my hair.
“I couldn’t hear that darling. What was that?”
“I said… I said if you are going to move in I’d like you to move into my room. Please. Sir. I want it to be your room and you allow me to sleep in your bed with you.” I could tell my whole face was red as I spoke. He chuckled and held my head in place as he moved forward to give me another kiss on the cheek.
“Do you want that baby? Do you want me close? Do you want to wake up in the arms of your master every day? Wake up grateful that your Master let you sleep in his room, in his bed and not on the couch in the living room?” I nodded silently to his words and his hand pulled my hair a little more. “Say it.”
“Yes Master, please. I want to wake up safe in your arms every day. If you slept in the other room I would just sneak into your bed to be close to you.” I felt like a blubbering mess as I said all of this. Marcos just smiled and released my hair to pull me back down to lay on him. One of his hands moved to rub my back while the other drifted down to my ass to gently squeeze it. I let out a small sigh at feeling, his large hands squeezing and rubbing my cheeks slowly.
“If that’s what you want darling we can do that. I was gonna stay in the other room because I didn’t want to rush things.” He stated flatly, as if he was not currently massaging a very intimate section of my body as he spoke.
“Let’s not kid ourselves at this point, Master, do you think you weren’t going to be spending every night in my room?” I said, my voice slightly breathy from the sensation of his hands feeing me up. Marcos just laughed.
“True, true. I don’t know how I’m going to contain myself for this whole week.” He said, his voice had a growl to it that made my body shudder with anticipation. It was like he wanted to just take me now but knew he had to wait.
After a few more minutes of laying like this we finally got moving as the hour for him to leave for work drew nearer. He sat up and I whined trying to keep us in bed.
“Come on darling, we’ve got to get up. We both have jobs to do.” I finally relented and sat up with him. I kept sneaking glances down at his still naked body, his ass, his cock, his balls. My mind flashed with the images of what I had done last, what he had ordered me to do. My face flushed and I looked away sheepishly. Marcos chuckled and lifted up his flaccid cock to hold up his balls for me to clean.
“Remembering what you did for your Master? Remembering the feeling of getting on your hands and knees and licking these clean?” His tone shifted drastically from the soft and gentle one he had in bed only moments ago. My mouth watered and my cock throbbed against its cage.
“Yes Daddy, I remember. Thank you for letting me have the honor of cleaning your balls for you.” I couldn’t believe I was even saying those words. But it was simply the truth. I had never felt more submissive in my life than when he ordered me into that position. I just never imagined a sentence like that would ever leave my lips. He flashed me a devilish grin and a wink before turning around to make his way out of the bedroom.
“You better believe it’s an honor. A sub like you getting to clean your masters body. You should be groveling on your knees thanking me for giving you such a privilege.” His words filled my brain and it was like my body went into autopilot. I crawled out of the bed and went down on my knees. He wasn’t even in the room anymore, he had already made it to the bathroom but I felt duty bound to do as he said I should have done.
“Thank you Master.” I called out, hoping he would hear me.
“Hm?” Marcos asked. I heard his footsteps approaching and anticipation built up in my stomach. He poked his head and saw me. His eyes went wide, I saw flickers of desire and arousal and want fill his eyes.
“I said thank you Master for letting me have the privilege of cleaning your sack. You said I should be on my knees groveling and thanking you. Here I am.”
Marocs inched closer. His cock twitched in between his legs. His breathing picked up. He Held out one hand to cup my cheek. I pressed my face into longingly.
“You look perfect in this position. Fuck, oh the things I want to say and do to you…” his other hand ghosted over his cock. His fingers prepared to wrap around the shaft but he pulled back. “No, we are waiting until the end of this week. We need to focus.” He said sternly as I pouted. He pulled me to my feet and I desperately tried to press my body against his.
“Can you at least give me commands, Master. I want to obey you and make you proud. Please tell me what to do. I’ll do it, just give me an order.” I whined as I rutted my caged cock against his leg.
“Look at you so desperate and eager. Fine, you want an order, I’ll give you one. Go make me breakfast and if you do a good job I’ll let you have another taste before we both go to work.” I felt warmth spread throughout my body, I pressed my face in his chest and felt a moan fall from my lips. A command. Thank god for a command to follow.
“Thank you Master, right away.” I gave Marcos a peck on the cheek and rushed out of the room to begin working on this breakfast. As I began making food and starting coffee, I felt my body going into autopilot and my eyes cloud over. My mind meanwhile ruminated on what had just happened. I had begged, literally begged to be ordered around. I wanted it. I needed it. I needed someone to be in charge and tell me what to do. No. Not someone. I need Marcos in charge. I needed him to tell me what to do. I wanted to be whatever he wanted, whatever he needed. Clean every nook and cranny of the apartment. Sure, it I made him happy. Do his laundry. Help him bathe. Clean his… my mind was flooded with images of what I had done last night. My knuckles clutched the counter as my cock tried to harden once more in its confines. It was a bit uncomfortable but the discomfort was drowned out by the waves of pleasure that filled me everytime I thought about how he held the key.
“Fuck…” I whispered as I pressed my head against a cupboard and gently rubbed my caged cock against the countertop. There wasn’t much pleasure in it besides some pressure but it helped to do. It made me feel desperate and submissive. I was so horny for him I was rubbing myself against the counter to make do.
Fuck, every thought kept ending up back at him. He wasn’t lying when he said that we barely knew each other. Yet, here we were fitting together like puzzle pieces. I couldn’t explain it, he probably couldn’t either frankly. The fact remains though, that as soon as we started talking, I felt like I already knew everything about him. Like we had known each other for years. I knew his middle name and his favorite color and where he went to college and even met his parents. It all just felt so natural.
And then there was being around him and talking with him. Being around him just felt right. I felt safe with him. I felt like I could let my guard down and just listen to him talk. And the more I would listen the more I felt like devoting my life to him. Letting him… direct me, demand things of me, commanded me… I paused as the final words came to me. Let him control me. I felt a pang of warmth in my gut again and I dropped the spatula I was holding. It felt into the bacon I was making splattering some oil on my skin. I yelped in surprise and covered my mouth.
“Are you ok, baby?” Marcos voice called out from the bathroom on the other side of the apartment. I could still hear the shower running and just said some quiet thanks that he wasn’t here to see my humiliation. Burned because I got so lost in thought thinking about him basically controlling my every action that I dropped something in hot oil.
“Yes, yes sir. Sorry. Just dropped something.” I quickly began cleaning up the mess and trying to get the hot oil off my exposed stomach and hand quickly. It wasn’t a ton of oil but enough to hurt and leave a few small red marks and burns on my fingertips. I felt so embarrassed and quickly trying to clean everything up. I was just relieved that the oil didn’t land on the outfit he had given me. It was his gift to me and I wanted to keep it safe and clean. I quickly finished up and set out a plate pilled high with bacon and eggs for Marcos with a cup of coffee. I didn’t bother to put together a plate for myself. All that mattered was that I followed his orders successfully.
As soon as I finished my task, I looked around unsure of what to do next. I could still hear him in the shower, he had only given me the command to make food. What to do I do now? I heard the shower shut off and nervously decided that the only proper next step was to wait for his next command obediently. I sank to my knees next to the table and held my hands behind my back. I stared straight forward, waiting for my Master to enter the room.
When, Marcos finally made his way to the kitchen I felt a sense of eagerness and excitement bubble up inside me. I wanted to see how he liked the food. I wanted to hear him praise me. He slowly sauntered across the apartment, only a small blue towel wrapped around his waist. His stylish black hair was soaking wet and heavy against his forehead. Water droplets slowly coursed their way down his muscular arms and his defined chest and along the creeks and rivers that were his abs. I watched hungrily as some traced their way down his body and disappeared beneath the towel. This was also the first time I had clearly gotten to see some of the tattoos that covered his chest, arms, and back. There weren’t an obscene amount but each one of them decorated his skin in such a beautiful way. I felt the urge to study them closer and run my fingers along each and every line. A flower on his shoulder, a series of geometric shapes interlaced with one another on his chest, and so one and so forth. I wanted to memorize each and every one.
“Well don’t you look delicious.” His voice was filled with desire and temptation. He was talking about me. He stopped his advance right in front of my knees. I looked up to meet his eyes. He smiled down at me and ran his fingertips slowly across my face. When he got to my mouth he ran the pad of his middle finger across my lips before slowly pressing inward. I offered no resistance as a second finger was added and he began moving his fingers obscenely.
“Soon this will be Daddy’s cock baby.”
I moaned in approval and began sucking on his fingers, bobbing to meet his thrusts forward. He smiled in approval and praised me as I practiced with his fingers.
“Such a good boy,” he pulled his fingers out and I let out a small whine. “You’ll get something better soon, darling. I promise.” Marcos took a seat and began eating. He was halfway through a piece of bacon when his towel came undone and fell to the side revealing his midsection. My eyes were glued to his cock immediately and my mouth began to water.
Mason shivered slightly and spoke, “jeez it’s cold in here, I think I’m gonna have to go get dressed so I don’t freeze.”
“Sir! Let me turn up the heat.”
“No no no, we have to be smart with our money, we can’t afford to do that. I just need to get dressed.” He began to rise and then stopped himself. “Unless… there was another way to keep my cock warm?” His eyes drifted over to mine and a devilish look crossed his face. I felt warmth spread across mine.
“How can I help, Master.”
“Well, we’ve agreed not to go too fast until the week is over. However, I think we can get a pass on this as long as you follow my instructions.”
“Of course Master, I’ll obey your every command.”
“Wonderful. Now crawl over.” I obeyed without hesitation and crawled under the table. His hand slipped under the wooden surface and looped into my collar, pulling me closer until my face rested in his lap,
“Now what you are going to do is take my cock into your mouth, but you cannot move. All you are to do is hold still and keep my cock warm got it. If you try to use your tongue or move, you will be punished.”
“Yes Master, Thank you for this honor.” I slowly leaned forward, I placed both of my hands on his thighs to help me stay steady and slowly opened my mouth and slid his length in until it touched the back of my throat. I gagged for a second but let my body adjust to the feeling. The feeling of his cock in my mouth felt incredible. It felt like it was meant to be there. Like this was where I was meant to be and this was the job I was designed to do. He tasted incredible too. I didn’t move my tongue or mouth at all like he ordered but that didn’t stop his precum from leaking into my mouth. Every drop a tantalizing mix of salty and sweet.
“Look at me baby,” my eyes shot open. I hadn’t even realized I closed them. I looked up and saw Marcos holding up his phone, the camera pointed towards me. My face grew red but I did not move or retreat from view. I just stared into the camera, into his eyes behind the lens, waiting for his commands.
“Ok Baby, I’m going to ask you some questions and give you some orders for the day. If you want to say yes Sir and thank you Sir. You are to squeeze my left thigh. If you want to say no Sir, it’s my right thigh. Understand?” I quickly squeeze his left thigh. He smiled in response and praised me, “Good boy.”
“So I’m gonna be at work for a few hours. I have to resign, fill out paperwork, clean out my office. While im away you will be running the business. Don’t worry about any of my project ideas yet, just focus on doing a good job for me until I get back. Do you understand?” I gave his thigh two squeezes.
“Good Boy,” he said softly. Every time he praised me I felt fireworks go off in my brain. I wanted to do whatever it took to hear him praise me again. “While I’m away you are going to be a good little sub and keep the shop clean and help customers. All of the horny desperate feelings you have right now are not allowed to impede your work, understand?” I replied with one squeeze to his left thigh. He smiled again and caressed my face.
“Throughout the day, though, I will be asking you to do some things to prove your devotion to me and your dedication to me. Do you think you can do that?” He asked, his thumb tracing across my upper lip that was now stretched around length. I squeezed his left thigh several times in rapid succession to prove my eagerness. I would do whatever it took. I wanted to prove my loyalty and my acceptance of my role and my dedication to him.
“Good boy, you would do anything to please me wouldn’t you?” I repeated my rapid squeezing action again. I looked up at him desperately, I would do anything. Anything he asked me to do.
“Good boy. Throughout today I will be texting you with three tasks. You are to keep your ringer on. If you do not respond immediately, you will be punished. Once you get the text you will then do whatever I have asked of you. If you fail to do so, you will be punished. Do you understand?” I repeated my squeezes to his left thigh and never broke eye contact even for a second.
“Do you understand why I threaten punishment Baby?” He asked. I hesitated, I wasn’t sure which thigh to press. In theory I did but I wanted to be sure. I squeezed his right thigh.
“I threaten punishment because it’s part of your training. If you truly wish to submit to me, to devote yourself to me and my pleasures and my desires. You must learn to follow my commands and you must learn what happens when you disobey so you can make sure you never do it again. You must also learn to ignore the shame and embarrassment you may feel when doing what I command. Those feelings do not matter. Only pleasing me matters. Those feelings are trying to keep you from doing your job, they must be ignored. Understand?” His eyes bore into me as he spoke. There was a layer of firmness and authority to his words, but under it was another layer of affection and kindness. I knew he would never do anything that would hurt me. Sure I would have punishments, my mind ran wild with the possibilities and I was ashamed to admit that every possible punishment I could imagine turned me on more. They would all be products and representations of his domination over me and that aroused me just as much as the rewards I might get.
“Do you understand?” I gagged slightly as his other hand grabbed my hair and pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I quickly squeezed his left thigh and he released my hair. I coughed slightly and took some inhales of air but never let my mouth leave his cock.
“Good boy, you answer me immediately or you will receive a punishment. Understand?” I squeezed his left thigh again.
“Good, now release my cock and stand up.” I squeezed his left thigh and slowly pulled off his cock. As his length slipped from my lips a trail of precum dragged along my tongue and then fell from the tip and dripped down my lip and onto my chin. I slowly clambered my way to stand in front of him. He was only a few inches taller than me but those few inches, combined with my current outfit and the position I was just in, made me feel so small and submissive. He might as well have towered over me.
“You did a good job baby, did you enjoy the taste of Daddy’s cock?” He whispered as he leaned in to kiss my face and neck.
“Yes Daddy, thank you for the treat.” I said happily relishing every peck and kiss to my skin.
“Of course darling. I know we promised to hold off on doing too much until the end of the week but I think you have done such a good job at accepting your new role as my plaything that you deserved a present.” I moaned at his words. I was his plaything. His toy. His… whatever he wanted me to be.
“Thank you Daddy. I have tried so hard to do a good job at all of this. I want to please you.”
“Oh you are doing such a good job. I wish I could just take your right now. Bend you over that counter and just fill that tight hole of yours. Fill it like it was meant to be filled.” I felt my body rutting against his again and little moans fell from my lips as I imagined the scenario he was describing.
“Please Daddy, I don’t care about waiting. I want it now.” Marcos half chuckled half moaned at my words. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to give him better access to my neck. He left a few marks and then pulled back.
“I’m sorry baby but we can’t. We promised. Do you think it’s alright for subs like you break their promises?” He yanked on my hair again as he commanded me to answer. I let out a small whine and then shook my head.
“No Daddy, thats not what I meant. I apologize. I let my horniness takeover. It won’t happen again.”
Apparently satisfied with my answer Marcos released my hair.
“That’s what I thought, now come on dateline we both have work to do today.” He gave me one final kiss on the cheek and then grabbed my hand to give it a small kiss. As he held it, he noticed the small burns on my fingers and the back of my hand.
“Darling! What happened?!” He held up my hand gently and looked it over.
“I burned myself making the bacon…” I said quietly.
“Why didn’t you say something? Does it hurt?”
“What? Oh. No, Not really” I said quickly. It was true, well, half true. The burns didn’t hurt unless I touched them or they touched something. Marcos looked down at my sternly, and gently touched one of my fingers that had gotten burned. I winced and let out a small cry. He placed both hands on my waist like and lifted me into the air like I was no heavier than a feather. I yelped in surprise and wrapped my hand around his neck. Seconds later I felt the cold tile countertops below my thighs.
“You, stay here. I’ll be right back.” His stern words made me cringe slightly. I had upset him. Genuinely upset him. I pulled my arms away from his neck and watched sheepishly as he disappeared into the bathroom and then returned emptihanded.
“Where is your first aid kit?”
“In- in the office downstairs.” Marcos let out a frustrated sigh and disappeared down the stairs to the store. He hadn’t even bothered to throw on a towel. I silently prayed that no one walked by to see the naked man walking through my store at 7 am. One part of my brain was stuck thinking about that worry, but another was fixated on the intoxicating confidence he had. He was so sure of himself. He knew what he was and what he wanted and didn’t let anyone else affect that. I smiled to myself. Of course he was in charge, I was glad he was in charge. I was none of those things. I was meek and unconfident and scared to pursue anything that interested me. I didn’t deserve to be in charge. I would just mess things up or get lost without someone to tell me what to do.
As if on cue he slowly emerged from the staircase to my right. I drank him in as slowly his chest and then his stomach and then his cock came into view. He was gorgeous and confident and strong. As I stared at his body, eyes scanning over every inch, i heard him clear his throat.
“Didn’t anyone teach you it’s rude to stare, darling?” I quickly averted my gaze and muttered some quickly apologies. He chuckled and closed the distance between us. He slid in between my legs and dropped the small first aid kit onto the counter. One hand slid around my waist, the other cupped my chin roughly and tilted my head up to look him in the eye. His eyes were stern and fierce. I felt like I was melting under his gaze.
“Don’t you ever. Ever. Neglect yourself like this again. I don’t care how much you want to please me, but if you hurt yourself or something I’m doing with you is causing genuine pain, you must. *Must.* Say something.” He roughly pressed our lips together and slipped a hand in the back of my skirt to squeeze my ass. I felt like he was sucking all the air out of my lungs but I didn’t want our lips to part. I leaned into the kiss until he finally pushed me away and I took a few quick breaths. Fuck I wanted him to do that again. “I want to do rough, obscene, and filthy things with you. Some of them will probably cause pain but pain that makes you want to explode with pleasure. I can’t do any of that if I can’t trust you to make sure you aren’t getting hurt in a way that doesn’t feel good.”
“I’m sorry Master, I…. I wasn’t trying to neglect myself. I promise, I just got hyperfixated and was a little embarrassed. I-.” I paused and hid my face in his chest. A hand wrapped around my chin and pulled my gaze upwards. His eyes were still stern but the anger had been replaced by something else, something I loved seeing in his eyes. Desire, hunger.
“Say it.”
“I was imagining you ordering me around Master. Telling me what to do. Making me serve you. Doing whatever you wanted. I didn’t have to think or worry, just listen to you.” Marcos gazed lovingly at me as I spoke, his thumb rubbing against my face. The hunger still lingered in the back of his eyes but it was superseded by this gentle affection look that he was giving me. He bent down and place a small kiss on my lips. It felt warm and tender and made me melt just as much as when he was forceful.
“How do you make such obscene words sound so romantic darling.” He whispered in between gentle kisses. I shrugged my shoulders and just focused on the sensation of his lips against mine.
“Would you like an order right now darling?”
“Yes Master.” I nodded eagerly trying to get one more kisses from him. His finger gently pressed against my lips as he stepped back.
“Alright then, go get the outfits I have laid out for us on the bed and then I’m going to bandage up your hand.”
“Yes master, right away.” I hopped off the counter and ran to grab the two outfits he had laid out. For me, a pair of pink overalls I often wore to work. For him, a work casual outfit that did not at all look like the one he wore to work yesterday. He had some comfortable jeans, a short sleeve button up, and a light jacket. I scooped them up and ran back to him. I held them out eagerly, hoping for some praise or some sign I did a good job.
“Good boy. Now strip down and put on your work outfit.” My brain oscillated from the joy of his affirmation to the shock of command. For a second it felt like the world froze. I tugged nervously at the hem of my skirt. He had said I could keep this outfit on underneath my clothes. I wanted to keep it on.
“Master…” I paused, unsure of what to say. Marcos glanced up at me, an innocent smile on his face. I frowned slightly but obeyed. He knew what he was doing. I slowly stripped off the skirt and the crop top and then the fishnets until I was standing Bare in my kitchen. The only shred of coverage being the pink cage that confined my dick. I looked down and saw a stream of precum leaking from the slit at the tip. I glanced up at Marcos and saw he had his hand held out. I handed over the clothing he gave me yesterday. It made me sad to see them come off of me. It was my uniform now. He had commanded me to wear it. But now… he was taking them back.
“If you are good today, you will get this outfit back. Clearly you don’t deserve it yet. In the meantime, the only thing you are allowed to wear are those overalls. Got it?”
I nodded in response quietly and I saw a scowl cross Marcos face. I nervously stammered a “Yes Master, I hope I can earn them back.” I desperately wanted the outfit back. I only had it for a day but it didn’t feel right to have it off of me. My uniform. My uniform that my master had commanded me to wear for him. My uniform that symbolized my submission to him. I would do anything to get it back. Anything he desired or demanded of me.
I felt hands around my waist and I was snapped back to reality. Marcos lifted me to sit on the counter and set to work wrapping up the burns on my hand and fingers. He carefully bandaged them, taking painstaking care to insure that they would be covered and protected from further damage. Once that was done he unhooked my overalls to inspect the small burns on my stomach. He inspected them closely and carefully rubbed some topical cream over the small injuries. When both injuries were treated he gave both a gentle kiss, one to the palm of my hand and one to the center of my stomach. The peck of my palm felt gentle and sweet, the kiss against my navel was another story. He glanced up as he did it and his eyes told a story of carnal desire and all the things he wanted to do to me. I was slightly disappointed when he only gave me a small wink and retreated to continue getting dressed.
“Thank you, Master.” I said quietly as I slid off the countertop to stand next to him. He smiled and pulled me into a deep hug.
“Of course, Baby. Now come on, let’s head downstairs.” He grabbed my hand gently and pulled me down the stairs to the storefront. With each step I felt my heart beating faster and faster. The overalls, the only clothing I had, covered my body up to my chest. The pink hem lay right below my nipples, giving me a modicum of decency while still leaving half my upper body on display for anyone to see. On the one hand, I was grateful to not be fully exposed for the whole world’s viewing pleasure. On the other hand, every part of me was painfully aware of what was visible and bare, the cold air of the store hit my chest and I felt a chill run down my spine. I was also extremely aware of how easy it would be for my entire naked body to be exposed. Two small clasps in the front were all that separated me from indecency and decency. I quietly prayed that I didn’t accidentally bump into anything or do something that caused them to come loose.
I quietly walked with Marcos to the front door. My hand interlaced with his. I looked down and felt my chest grow warm, he was so gentle. I wanted to hold his hand forever. Once we made it to the threshold, he turned to face me.
“I should be done in a few hours. You open up the store and get things running and I’ll be back in no time. Keep your ringer on and follow my every command and you will get your reward baby,” his tone was firm but gentle. I could listen to it for hours.
“Yes Master, I can’t wait until you are back.” He gave me a gentle kiss and leaned in to nibble at my earlobe and whisper his response.
“I can’t wait either. I don’t know how I’m going to survive not looking at your gorgeous form for a few hours. I might need some pictures while I’m away.” I gulped nervously and he chuckled. He so clearly loved when he tested my limits and teased me. I knew eventually he would wear down the barriers down that made me nervous and scared. Eventually the only thing that would remain was the adamant desire to please him. A desire that would drive me to do the most obscene acts in the name of pleasing my master. He gave me one final kiss and disappeared out the front door. I already wanted him to come back.
