No Collar That Night

An example of inserting a short dose of D/s play in an otherwise vanilla day.

Home early from work I found A___ sitting in the bedroom. A___ shot me a concentrated look I’d learned to not try to interpret. The first time I saw it I felt it was a command to drop to my knees only to earn a sound whipping for my presumption.

Sometimes I think it meant only that A___ had been lost in thought and needed a moment to focus on something in the outer world. Other times I’m sure it is a form of flirtation, though tantalization might be a better word. It could be followed by anything from being tossed my collar to being warmly asked how my day had been.

Today A___ glanced footward. “My shoes are dirty, why don’t you come clean them for me.” The ambiguity in the soft but firm tone always excited me. It gave no clue to what might happen next. Being invited but not commanded to clean A___s shoes had no ambiguity.

I knelt down and began licking them. Once I was sure their luster had been restored I remained on my hands and knees. I might find myself on my back cleaning the bottoms, put in my collar.

A___ reached down and stroked my hair. Then pulled it tautly but not hard enough to really hurt. The petting and tugging continued for a short while. I wondered if A___’s own mood was undecided or my uncertainty was being enjoyed.

Finally: “You did such a good job that I’m going to let you take me to dinner.”

We’d be a vanilla couple that evening.