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better than I did?
I realized he was right. Then it finally clicked home for me that I wanted to serve her in all ways. Serving her meant giving her what she needed, not just what I wanted to give her.
He'd called me a selfish sub, but had said it matter-of-factly as he explained it was a common newbie mistake in a relationship like ours.
At the time his words stung. If he'd been standing in front of me I would have decked the bastard.
He was right. This couldn't all be about me.
She needed me. She had tried so hard to do this for me and I never once asked her what I could do for her in this 89
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way. I was doing what I wanted to do, even though she benefitted from it.
I had never sat down and asked her what her needs were the way she'd sat down and tried to figure out and meet mine. She never asked for things for herself. Her focus was always on me.
Tony's words finally made sense.
If I wanted to really be a sub, I needed to serve my Mistress. That meant serving Her, not just playing a one-sided game for my benefit.
As that realization sank in, I knew I could do this for Her and still be Her sub. Mistress wanted me to do and be things for Her on occasion. I was serving Her needs by doing that.
Suddenly, I wanted to do it more than anything.
I planned.
The weekend after I helped her with the faucet, she ran out on Saturday afternoon to do errands. I watched her car pull out of the driveway, and when I knew she'd really gone I raced to the bedroom.
It felt wrong taking my collar off. She'd placed it around my neck the night before when I got home, our daily ritual that I craved. Because it was a Friday night I would normally wear it until Monday morning.
I put it on the dresser and put my day collar on my wrist, enjoyed the heavy feel of the ID bracelet. I was still her sub and hoped she didn't mind I needed this tangible sign of my role for her.
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I knew what she'd like. I dressed, leaving my underwear off. I put on work slacks—khakis—and a button-up shirt. A tie.
I checked myself in the mirror and brushed my hair.
Slipped on my loafers. I could be leaving for work. I laid out an outfit for her to wear.
One I wanted her to wear.
She returned an hour later. She couldn't see me where I stood in the kitchen.
"Where are you?" she called out.
"Here."
She walked in and pulled up short, surprised by my appearance.
I took the grocery bags from her and kissed her, fighting the urge to drop to my knees before her.
"What's going on?" she asked.
I pulled her to me, kissing her hard. She resisted at first but I held on tighter. Then she relaxed against me as if something had given way inside her, giving herself to me.
"I'm giving you a break tonight," I said, gently holding her chin. "I want you to have a chance for some down time."
Her smile alone was worth this. "Thank you." Her eyes dropped to my wrist and she flicked the bracelet. "Down time?"
I shrugged. "Is it okay?"
She nodded. "It's okay."
I helped her put away the groceries. "I'm taking you out tonight," I said. "Okay?"
She nodded.
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"Go get changed, baby. I left your clothes on the bed. It's what I want you to wear."
She grinned and raced out of the kitchen.
My cock throbbed and I fought the urge to follow her and fuck her right then.
I could get used to this.
I took her to one of our favorite restaurants. When the waitress appeared to take our order I immediately ordered for my wife without asking her, knowing what she liked. Her playful smile stirred my cock again. Maybe we wouldn't make the movie after all.
It was a good dinner. We talked, laughed, enjoyed each other's company.
When we finished and the waitress brought the check, I immediately reached for it, pulling my wallet out, calculating the tip, not even showing my wife the bill.
She sat back and smiled.
I still opened doors for her, because as far as I was
I realized he was right. Then it finally clicked home for me that I wanted to serve her in all ways. Serving her meant giving her what she needed, not just what I wanted to give her.
He'd called me a selfish sub, but had said it matter-of-factly as he explained it was a common newbie mistake in a relationship like ours.
At the time his words stung. If he'd been standing in front of me I would have decked the bastard.
He was right. This couldn't all be about me.
She needed me. She had tried so hard to do this for me and I never once asked her what I could do for her in this 89
Domma By Default
by Tymber Dalton
way. I was doing what I wanted to do, even though she benefitted from it.
I had never sat down and asked her what her needs were the way she'd sat down and tried to figure out and meet mine. She never asked for things for herself. Her focus was always on me.
Tony's words finally made sense.
If I wanted to really be a sub, I needed to serve my Mistress. That meant serving Her, not just playing a one-sided game for my benefit.
As that realization sank in, I knew I could do this for Her and still be Her sub. Mistress wanted me to do and be things for Her on occasion. I was serving Her needs by doing that.
Suddenly, I wanted to do it more than anything.
I planned.
The weekend after I helped her with the faucet, she ran out on Saturday afternoon to do errands. I watched her car pull out of the driveway, and when I knew she'd really gone I raced to the bedroom.
It felt wrong taking my collar off. She'd placed it around my neck the night before when I got home, our daily ritual that I craved. Because it was a Friday night I would normally wear it until Monday morning.
I put it on the dresser and put my day collar on my wrist, enjoyed the heavy feel of the ID bracelet. I was still her sub and hoped she didn't mind I needed this tangible sign of my role for her.
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Domma By Default
by Tymber Dalton
I knew what she'd like. I dressed, leaving my underwear off. I put on work slacks—khakis—and a button-up shirt. A tie.
I checked myself in the mirror and brushed my hair.
Slipped on my loafers. I could be leaving for work. I laid out an outfit for her to wear.
One I wanted her to wear.
She returned an hour later. She couldn't see me where I stood in the kitchen.
"Where are you?" she called out.
"Here."
She walked in and pulled up short, surprised by my appearance.
I took the grocery bags from her and kissed her, fighting the urge to drop to my knees before her.
"What's going on?" she asked.
I pulled her to me, kissing her hard. She resisted at first but I held on tighter. Then she relaxed against me as if something had given way inside her, giving herself to me.
"I'm giving you a break tonight," I said, gently holding her chin. "I want you to have a chance for some down time."
Her smile alone was worth this. "Thank you." Her eyes dropped to my wrist and she flicked the bracelet. "Down time?"
I shrugged. "Is it okay?"
She nodded. "It's okay."
I helped her put away the groceries. "I'm taking you out tonight," I said. "Okay?"
She nodded.
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"Go get changed, baby. I left your clothes on the bed. It's what I want you to wear."
She grinned and raced out of the kitchen.
My cock throbbed and I fought the urge to follow her and fuck her right then.
I could get used to this.
I took her to one of our favorite restaurants. When the waitress appeared to take our order I immediately ordered for my wife without asking her, knowing what she liked. Her playful smile stirred my cock again. Maybe we wouldn't make the movie after all.
It was a good dinner. We talked, laughed, enjoyed each other's company.
When we finished and the waitress brought the check, I immediately reached for it, pulling my wallet out, calculating the tip, not even showing my wife the bill.
She sat back and smiled.
I still opened doors for her, because as far as I was
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