Have you ever had a week that kicked your ass so hard when you slump into your car to go home for the weekend you just kinda stare at the steering wheel for a few minutes before driving home in silence? That's what my month had been like.

Two weeks ago my friend died suddenly. Last week an angry coworker made up a lie about me faking my resume and my boss believed it and put me on final notice because of it. We had to change apartments because our lease was up and there was mold issues in the old one causing severe health issues for us. Because we moved, we had to file an appeal with the school district to allow the youngling to stay in the same school with all his friends. This week I'd had one hellaceous customer after another while we were super understaffed and I was so busy that for my 10 hour shifts I didn't have time for a lunch or even to go to the bathroom.

I was fucking spent physically and emotionally. I wanted to crawl into bed and sleep and maybe cry but not do anything else. I drove home in silence.

When I got there and walked into the house I was somewhat surprised to smell something cooking. Claire, my partner, wasn't a bad cook. In fact she was really good at it, but I was usually the one to do most of the cooking for our family.

"Passing behind" I said as I went to go wash my hands.

"HI! I'm just finishing up these steaks."

"Oh shit, is that rosemary and thyme?"

"Yep, run upstairs and take a shower but don't go into our room, theres a surprise in there for after dinner. You have 10 minutes while these steaks rest and I finish up the sauce bordelaise"

The sous vide was on the counter and she was using my good cast iron pan so I knew she was putting some serious effort into dinner and I should obey her.

I went up to our bathroom and found some clothes folded on the bathroom counter for me and on top was a small box with a bow on it.

"Huh, I wonder what that is" I thought as I turned on the shower. I decided I'd open it when I got out.

Fuck, I needed that shower. It felt like the how water was melting away my stress. I could smell the steaks sizzling and I thought about the effort Claire was putting into dinner. Fuck I loved that woman.

I got out of the shower, dried off, and put on the clothes laid out for me. I finally got to open the box.

Inside was a new buttplug amd some lube! It's a round glass plug about 3.5 inches long and streaks of green in it and a T-shaped base that looks like it would be comfortable to walk and sit with.

I ran some warm water over the plug, spread a dollop of lube over it, pulled down my pants, and pushed the plug into myself.

I'm not used to glass, I've had a few different silicon ones over the years. Some regular plugs, some vibrators. This was different though. It felt hefty and I loved how warm it was.

"Dinner!" She called up to me.

I quickly washed my hands and went back downstairs with the plug in.

She was waiting for me at the table along with two plates that looked amazing and a bottle of 2015 Nicholas Jay Pinot Noir from the WIllamette Valley. If you've never had an amazing aged pinot go spend $170 on a bottle and thank me later. It's a 150yr old Burgundian vitinier family that is working on establishing old world vines and techniques here in the US and its tertiary characteristics are simply divine.

"Oh shit, you're pulling out all the stops tonight."

"Thanks, we've had a rough few weeks and I think we needed something to cheer us up. I sent -- name redacted-- over to his cousins for the night so it's just you, me, and this bottle of wine."

"Oh awesome!"

"Did you like your gift?"

"Like it? I love it!"

"It was supposed to be for your birthday next month but I figured we needed some joy right now."

The meal she made was incredible. Perfectly cooked steaks, pommes puree, asperagus, sauce bordelaise, and the perfectly paired wine was some of the best food we'd had in weeks because all our stuff had been hastily packed for the move and we'd been way too stressed to put much effort into cooking.

After dinner I did the dishes while Claire snuggled up under a blanket on the couch. It didn't take long and I soon joined her.

"So are you ready for part 2 of your surprise?"

"I don't know, this evening has been amazing and I'm not sure how it can get much better."

"Do you love me?"

"Absolutely, I've never had a partner put this much effort into us before."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Good boy. Now come upstairs with me"

I followed her upstairs. She was wearing a huge yellow knit sweater that went halfway to her knees and I snuck a hand under it to feel her ass as she walked up the stairs.

When we got to the top she turned around. I'm a big dude, 5'11 210lbs with an athletic build. This summer I spent mostly at the gym so I can bench 250 and run a 6:15 mile. She's smaller than me being only 5'6 135 pounds and I lowkey love it when she exerts her force on me.

She pushed me back against the wall. With her left hand she pinned both my hands above my head. With her right hand she roughly grabbed my dick. She kissed me hard and I melted. I love it when she controls me.

"Are you going to obey me, or am I going to have to make you obey me?" She asked as she squeezed my cock.

"I'll do whatever you command" I gasped

"Good slut. I'm going to make you regret those words"

She kissed me again then suddenly pulled away and walked into the bedroom.

(To be continued... any writing critique?)