Anniversary

The sun shines through the crack of the curtains. It is 8 in the morning and the place next to me is empty. My boy has already risen and I hear him whistling in the kitchen. I grin because I know he things this will be his lucky day. I turn around to fall asleep for another half hour and wake again when I hear him climb the stairs.

I like the way he is dressed. Collar and the present I gave with Christmas, his pink chastity device of which I hold the key. He needed that very much. Giving the control of all he is to me. A little thing.

I kiss him good morning and look at the tray. He has found all the items for this anniversary breakfast. Warm roles, fresh orange juice, some fruit, butter, strawberry jam, Dutch cheese and champagne. I take a peach and zip from the champagne. This is something special. I tell him he can join me in this breakfast and I know he will ask and he does. “I would so much want you to take of this device, Mistress?”. I take another bite. “hmmmmmm, I don’t think so my slut, I have other plans for this day, just enjoy this breakfast, because that is probably the only joy you get today”. I hear the newspaper drop on the floor. “Get it like a dog”. Disappointed but on all fours he leaves, stumbling down the stairs, crawling up, entering the room with the newspaper in his mouth. The paper is a little bit damaged. “Look what you have done, one more reason not to use my key, dear boy, get the crop and show me your ass. Like a dog”. And on all fours he walks to the drawer. he gets the crop in his mouth and give it to me. He turns and after another zip I tell him to count the way I taught him. “Een, twee, drie, vier, please ………., zes, thank you, acht, negen………….please, ahhhhhhhhhh”. “Now turn” and I grab his shin “one day you will do this all the way to hundred in Dutch, my boy, so we are going to practice as much as we can, now continue breakfast”.

Reading the newspaper does not make me happy. At ten o’clock the phone rings. My doggie gives me the horn. “Hi, Artemisia here,…………………………..oh, thank you……………………..no, he is not happy, but does he have to be!?…………………………………………I will not, maybe later, but not now. What time will you be there?………………………….That is great and no I don’t have to do anything, I made a list……………………………….no, not for tomorrow but for him, my doggie, he has his day off. grins……………………..Okay, see you in 2 hours, at our usually spot, bye.”

I give him back the horn and stand up to take a shower. From out of the bathroom I tell him to clean up this breakfast mess and that I will see him downstairs before I leave. I am in a good mood, looking forward to this day of shopping with my best friend. One moment it springs in mind to take this slut with me to carry our bags, but no, this is going to be a girls day out. No men not even a slut like he is allowed to join us.

It is good shopping weather. 70 degrees and no rain. “This is your list for today and give my your credit card. This is going to be a special day, my boy, so I need room to spent”.  He does not look happy anymore. He hands over the card and I hand him the ‘things to do’ list.

“Don’t wait for me at dinner, I don’t know when I will be back. But I want you awake when I come home, so be sure you take a nap sometime this afternoon. I need you fit like it was morning when I return”. I give him my hand and he kiss the tips. He has really come far. I turn round and walk outsight.

I turn the music in my car louder. I love those anniversary days. I think of the ‘to do’ list and know I will keep him busy during the day. Changing the cheats. Washing my lingerie by hand, knowing he will stick his slavish noose in it, even without asking me. Aahhhhh, a point to punish him for. The bathroom needed a good cleaning and the laundry. He will iron for hours.

My friend is already at our favorite spot. “Congratulations Artemisia, you look good”. “Thank you, you too, how is your navy man? Talked about bondage yet?”. We laugh loud, knowing this is not her cup of tea. We take cappuccino with a strawberry cheese cake, celebrating. “This is my sluts treat, although he does not know it, he will, in a few weeks”.

Layla shakes her head “Doesn’t he mind all this?”. “Well, I don’t know, I don’t care, this is just how it is. He serves me any way I want and I know even this makes him happy. I think he busy right now and he should be happy to be allowed to do those things for me. To be in my present and have this close position. It is just not given to just anyone.” I know she will never understand, but respect my way of living.

The day we spent shopping. I am happy to finally find the black bra I was looking for ages. I can not resist to buy the black stocking and string so well fitted to the bra. It is good I am not spending my own money on this.

At the perfume store I find those little mean hair clips I know will torture his nipples. He hates it, but I love it.

We talk about how our lives have been turned those last years and how wonderful it is to have a man so well fitted to our needs, whatever they may be. The day flies by and before we know it the shops close and we are looking for a Restaurant to spent the evening and have dinner.

When the bill comes my friend takes her purse to split the bill. “No, we are celebrating, so he has to pay”. She looks confused “But he is not even here!”. “That does not matter, did you have a good time?” I ask her and she nods yes. so this is settled and outsight we kiss goodbye. I know she does not understand, but I do and smiling I walk to the car and drive home. MY feet are tired of the shopping and I am in the mood for doing nothing.

I enter the house and see the candles burn in the living room. It is good to be home and to be able to relax. He sits in the living room, naked wearing the collar and the device. He looks fitter then I am. Shopping is not a really easy thing to do. I drop on the couch. “Take of my shoes, slut, but…………..first clean them, I don’t want them dirty”. On his knees he comes towards me. Running his tongue over his lips, waiting for this moment all day. First his hands take the left one and gently hold my foot, cleaning the shoe thoroughly. Caressing it with his cheek so the lacquer shines again. Then he put it down and take other. Licking it slowly, enjoying every minute of this worship. He does a good job and when he is done he says “Thank you Mistress”. And I tell him he may take them off. And he does, gentle like it were babies. “Now suck my stinking feet, they are tired and need to be refreshed”. And he sucks, not bothered by the smell. Sucking on my stockings. MY feet relax from his tongue and my mind relax from this sight. When he is all done I tell him to take them off, only using his mouth. His mouth take the stocking between his lips, rolling them down with great care, knowing he will be punished when he will ruin them. I love this tickles feeling of those lips running down my leg and when he is finished I pat his head, because he is such a good doggy.

“Come closer doggy, you are not finished yet” I look at his little thing, trying hard to get out. “Follow me” and on all fours he follows me upstairs. I tell him about my day and our dinner and the things I bought. When arrived in the bathroom he does not disappoint me. No more dirty laundries and the tiles are shining.

“Presume position” I don’t need to say more. His head is in the toilet before I can say another word. I let my hand glide over my necklace and take the key. I sit down on my toilet and frees his little thing. Greedy he starts drinking when I let my nectar run.  His little thing jumps enthusiastic up. When he is ready cleaning me, cleaning me so thorough his tongue almost make me cum, I glide down. I let him enter my special place, the place I don’t let him cum that much. He moans and I kiss his cheek and go to his ear, whispering “Happy birthday, Thrall, this was your best birthday I ever had”.

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