Pt 1 A usual day for us is waking up, rubbing up, and getting each other off. Sometimes I climb on top and do the work, but for the most part, he takes care of both of us so well that I can just lay there and roll in the waves of absolute release and surrender. You can judge, but he gets off on getting me off, and That is so fucking hot to me. It makes me feel safe in expressing my needs to him, because I know he Wants to meet my needs. He loves to be in control, and with me under his thumb, he has control over my very breath. Things have always been perfect with us there, finding comfort in each others’ bodies in ways that fulfill ourselves and each other. Last night was all about him, though. He’s been working so hard; for himself, for me, for the life we both want. I wanted to show him how much he means to me. He got home from a long day of work, dealing with people from all walks of life. He’s so kind, I can see him patiently explaining products to little old ladies and crackheads alike with the same calming tone that eases me in my darkest times. How does he do that? It must be a magic passed to him through time and space, because I know I will never meet another man like this. We had plans to meet up with some friends, so we went, we saw, were seen, and came back home. Where he started working on another project. This man… I have to make him unwind. I can see the coil becoming tighter, and he will not ask for help or relax on his own. “I’d like to draw you a bath. Do you think you could relax if I did that? You’ve been going nonstop the last few days and you should rest.” I didn’t think he would agree, but he looked at me and nodded. “Could you wait a little bit though? I’d like it if you sat with me while I work on this graphic.” I love that he can ask me for what he needs now. It makes me feel so close to him. So I sat and scrolled through social, occasionally telling him if I liked what he was doing or if I would do something differently. After a while I went and started the bath. He’s a little baby so I made sure it wasn’t too hot for his sensitive skin, and dropped a bath bomb in. I turned down the lights and got him a glass of ice water. When the tub was full, I went to get him. He climbed in, and I was going to leave him when the image of him scrolling on his phone popped into me head. Nope. I was wearing a little black dress and black stockings from when we went out. I put my feet in the tub without taking my stockings off, he was shocked. “Baby! What are you doing??” “Relax, they’re just tights. I saw this in a movie an thought, it was pretty hot… do you?” I grab one of his legs. “Love, you do not have to..” “I know that I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to. And I know that I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. And right now, I want to take care of you.” He frowns. “But you’ve been..” “I’ve been thinking about you all day today. I’ve been thinking about getting my hands on your tired body and working out every limb until you melt like butter.” He’s not frowning anymore. He doesn’t say anything else in protest. I tell him more about how much I appreciate him and what he does. That I love him so much and that tonight I want him to give me the lead. He just sinks deeper into the tub, and I take that as his submission. I rub him, starting at his feet. They carry him, my man, to and from, wherever he needs to be. They deserve my love and attention. I move to his calves, so tight from running around my mind all day, I say. To his thighs, which I press and squeeze, feeling his muscles spasm under my hands. He’s nodding off when I move to his arms. “Oh my god…” he’s just mumbling sounds of gratitude at this point, which I take and use to energize me. His pleasure is my motivation, but his gratitude fuels me in a way that nothing else does. I’m wrapping up with his arms when I tell him the bath isn’t the end of his spa treatment. “I’m going to get the massage deck and I want you to slowly make your way over to meet me at the bed.” He’s visibly surprised by my command but does not object.