Last night was a glimpse into a possible future. Thursdays are typically reserved for Madame and her pup and shades are drawn, deadbolts turned and a normally open house is closed up and marked as “do not disturb”. Of course, before we threw the

He's doing dishes

Service includes the dishes

deadbolt one of the offspring (I have to find a better name for her children in the blog) showed up to talk with Madame and then complained that she was unable to get her wireless printer working. Madame gave me a knowing glance and I went to fetch my laptop, as I knew she’d be volunteering me to assist.

I did assist, cleared the problem and headed back to our side of the house where I began dinner. I cooked while Chloe did some online things. Chicken, some stuffed mushrooms, broccoli, pesto. I served her wine and refilled for her when she told me she was out of wine.

I was collared and wearing leg cuffs that hobbled me slightly, causing me to shuffle while I worked. I was also wrangling tonight’s visit (It’s Friday as I write) to an area attraction with some friends, so there was multitasking going on. Oh, and other than the collar and cuffs, I was naked. Well, there was also a plug up my ass too.

Boy cooks!

Don’t fry bacon naked.

We ate, drank, talked, she at the table, me sitting on the floor next to her, but my plate on the chair near me. We sipped wine and I was her boy, she my Mistress and all was right with the world.

We finished eating, I cleaned up while she continue her online work and after cleaning up the kitchen, curled up on the floor at her feet. I needed a small break after cooking and cleaning and did so at her feet naked and feeling very well owned. She reached down periodically to stroke my shoulder and I would occasionally kiss or lick her foot or leg.

As I lay there, I imagined it was our every day. My serving her, she doing what she needed, I relaxing between tasks, naked and ready to serve her, but not pressing her on anything. Her not pressing anything on me. It’ll be a while before all the kids have left the nest, but that will happen.

I got up a little while later, packed up my things for the weekend and then went back to my place at her feet.

My place at her feet.

That is such a beautiful phrase. And I am happy to be able to say that. Someday, perhaps, it’ll be the every day. Someday, perhaps, I’ll be naked all the time while serving her and others. But until then, I’ll gladly take these interludes in our vanilla world and relish them deeply.

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