Work has been tough for you as of late. Ever since you took that new position, you have been tense when you get home. Often many nights, you head straight to the office. I know your bringing home the books to work on them. Writing out checks, making schedules. You leave early in the morning and often I don’t have time with you till we crawl into bed. But even then, you roll on your side shunning me to my corner of the bed. You say you are tired, but when I fall asleep, you pull out your laptop and work in bed. I know. I’m not always asleep. I know this job is what you want and I support you in your endeavor, but I miss you terribly. I mean, remember when I use to tie you down to the bed….

That’s when it hit me. Not the whip, but an idea. Tonight is your Friday and I plan on making it a night you won’t forget. I shopped all day getting ready. Stuff to make a home made lasagna dinner with all the trimmings to make for a romantic dinner. Even your favorite dessert is in the fridge chilling. I set the table with our finest dishes, just like you showed me how you do at work. Even the silverware is in the right order. I sprinkle red rose petals all over the table cloth, and for a little extra dessert, restraints are attached to each leg of the table. I lick my lips at the thought of what I will be doing to you. Well, what Master will do to you.

I build a fire in the hearth. Six dozen roses are on the mantel in all matching vases. Your collar and leash takes center stage. I lay a blanket at the foot of the fireplace with two glasses, and a bucket that chills your favorite wine. All of our whips, and toys are displayed by the blanket. I tend the dinner as its just about ready to come out of the oven. I know you will be home soon. I’m just waiting for your text. You always text me on your way home. Finally I take the lasagna out of the oven and let it rest on the counter. I pour our drinks, set the salad on the table, the breadsticks and butter dish next. Dinner is just about ready. But no text. Maybe you were in a rush to come home.

I turn to the bathroom and start to draw your bath. I’m sure you will enjoy a nice soak while I finish the last bit of prep for dinner. I fill it with the bath bomb that you like and a layer of rose petals floats on the surface. Your favorite submissive lingerie with the straps of purple lace rests on the counter for my little sub. I put on the music that soothes your soul before heading back to the kitchen. I check my phone. You are late…. I change out of my work clothes and get into my silk boxers. The only other thing I put on is my apron. I return to the kitchen and check the arrangement one more time. That’s when I hear your car door shut…. Shut hard.

I turn and watch the door. I hear you wrestle with the lock before the door opens. “Welcome home kitten!” My greeting must have been missed as I watch you walk in, drop your bags, then walk down the hall to the bathroom. You move with determination and I can t feel your frustration from here. I turn back to the lasagna and move the food to the table. I hope maybe the bath will appeal to your mood.

Moments pass by and dinner is ready. I hesitate but then head to the bathroom. I try the door knob but it’s locked. I softly wrap my knuckles on the door. “Dinner is ready if your hungry.” I wait for a second but again no response. I reside myself that this isn’t going to plan as I step away. I pull out a seat at the table and slowly lower my self into it. I feel my own frustration begin to grow. I have spent a lot of time and effort to make this food, to plan this night and she won’t even say hi!

The bathroom door opens and you emerge still in your work clothes. Your arms are folded in front of you clenching your chest tight. Your lips are pulled tight and your eyes avoid me at all cost. You move to the fireplace, your high heels clicking on the floor is the only sound made. It is as though even the fire has gone quiet. Maybe it’s waiting to hear what happens next. You cross the room and stand facing the fire close to the mantle, close to the flowers, close to your collar.

Your pinstriped skirt clings to your hips, your white dress shirt flows gently upon your curves, the light of the fire showing your silhouette through the thin material. Your hair is pulled up tight in a bun showing off your long neck. Even in this tense moment, I can’t help but admire your beauty. Your skin glows with the flickering orange of the flames before you. God I am a lucky man.

I walk up behind you slowly. I dare closer till I am within reach of you but I say or do nothing. I just pause and wait. Wait for what, I’m not sure, but I wait. You reach up and take one of the vases in your hand before breaking the silence, the words just louder than a whisper, but with an intensity that is easy to understand. “You really thought you could fuck me with just some flowers? Do you know how long of a day it has been for me?”

One hand releases the vase and abruptly picks up the collar, waving it for me to see behind you. “Fuck David! And you want me to be your little slut slave girl on top of that!” You toss the collar back down, and I hold my breathe. You begin to raise the vase higher with one hand, but stop in place thinking better if it.

I slowly try to place my hand on your shoulder, but as soon as our skin touches, your body flinches instinctively. So I pull back. I’m taken a back. You don’t even want to be touched by me. The second seem like hours, but finally I get the courage to say something. “Break it.” I whisper into your ear from behind. “Throw it in the fire and break it.”

Without any hesitation your arm comes down hard and I watch the vase leave your fingers. With force it hits the back of the fireplace and shatters loudly, the flames dim for a second as the water spills onto the coals. The roses fall on top of the logs and begin to wilt under the heat. I watch your reaction, your fists clench tight, and you breathe in sharply before holding it in. Your muscles are tight in your shoulders and neck. I reach in front of you and take another vase. I pull out the roses and hold the empty vase in front of you. “Do it again.” Without hesitation, you reach for the vase with both hands and slam it into the fire in front of you. I take another vase and hand it to you. Without asking this time you repeat this action before reaching for yourself for the last case. You take out the flowers and slam the vase into the fire.

The flames extinguish when the last vase breaks. And you turn to me suddenly. You lift your free hand in the air and it starts to come at me. I grab your wrist in my hand. You lift your other hand and bring it down with the roses slashing at the bare skin of my arm. Instantly, I feel trickles of blood forming from the thorns that grabbed my flesh. You pull away from my grasp and turn away from me again. Your fists are clenched tight and you tremble, whether with frustration or embarrassment, or maybe both.

I grab your upper arms in my hands and hold you tight. You tense even more for a moment but then loosen a little. No words are said between us in that moment. I lean in closer till my body is pressed against your back. I draw my face close to yours till my lips are so close to your ear. Finally I break the silence. “Breathe kitten.” I feel you exhale the breathe you are holding and your body moves against mine as you breathe back in. “That’s it. Just breathe.”

I reach my hand up in front of you and grab your collar that sits on the mantle. Your eyes are glued to it as I hold it out in front of you. My other hand slides down your arm, over your wrist and along your hand till our fingers are entwined together. “No wolfie, I can’t submit right now!” You say as you pull your hand away from mine.

I lower my hands removing the collar from your sight. I lower myself down upon my knees and kneel before you while you still have your back to me. “Miss Kitty?” I say sheepishly. You look up a bit at the words as they process in your mind. “Miss Kitty?” I repeat. You turn around and look down at me as I sit submitted to you, my legs are folded under me, my torso sitting up straight, my head bowed, blood trickling down my arm, my cock resting on the floor in the thin underwear that struggles to cover me, the apron draped onto the floor between my legs. In my outstretched hands is your collar. Your eyes go from me, to the collar, and back to me. “Miss Kitty? Collar me?” I hold the looped end of the leash out towards you as I hold the collar close to me. For a moment, I’m unsure of what you will do. But for the first moment this evening, your trembling stops. The moment feels like forever and my arm begins to tire holding up the leash. “Please don’t make me beg Miss Kitty!”

Slowly, you bend down and kneel in front of me. It’s not the move I would expect of my Miss Kitty. It’s to soft of a pose for you to take. Maybe I acted wrong in my presumption of your needs, maybe having complete control over me is not what you desire. Maybe I just made a fool of myself in front of you. I lower my head in shame. I can’t bare to look across into your eyes. I can feel you looking at me, but I dare not look up. I open my mouth to say something, say anything but no words escape me.

“Look at me wolfie.” Your words are calm and methodical. Comforting even. I slowly look to you and our eyes meet. “Wolfie.” Your voice is confident, it’s strong, even through the emotion you have fought this evening. I wait for more. “Wolfie, I need to know that you are sure. If I put that collar on you, you are mine to do as I please.” I look you dead in the eye. Your staring deep into my soul. I don’t know what to say. “Wolfie, I will have my way with you, my needs demand that I be selfish. Are you sure that this is what you want? To be submissive to the needs that have over taken me, the frustrations that have built up in me, the desire to take back the control that has been robbed of me? Wolfie, once I put that collar on you, there is no turning back.”

“Yes Miss Kitty.”

I watch as you open the collar with its special locking key. Different emotions and sensations flow through me as there cold steel touches my neck for the first time. I have placed this on kitten so many times before but I have never known how it feels to have it around my own neck. You close the loop and begin to lock it in place. The fit is tight around my neck yet feels comforting in a way. You step back and observe me in my collar, your lip curled slightly at the corner. I think Miss Kitty approves.

After observing me for a moment, you speak. “Too tight wolfie?” I just shake my head no. You step forward with the leash and attach it to the ring on the front before stepping back again, a gentle tug on the leash pulls me down to my hands and knees before you. I try to look up at you as you move to my side. But all I see are your long legs leading up to your sexy little skirt. I can’t help but bite my lip.