Early Evening Routine [Fm] [Fdom]

Typically you arrive home before me, my meetings finish later and my commute is longer. It gives you time to prepare.

You arrive home from your office, shed your clothes, showers and puts on your collar and nothing else. Your cage bobbing between your sizeable hairy thighs as you move around lighting our diptyque candles and performing some yoga poses. I like you supple.

When you hear my car pull onto our gravel driveway I know you instantly react. I open the front door, my keys clattering and find you kneeling in the hall.

“Hello darling” I say softly, stroking your ear and gently scratching my nails over your scalp as I set down my bag and keys on the console.
“Hello mistress” you reply and adjust your position onto your hands and knees.

“Good boy” I reply as I sit down on your back and slip my patent heels from my feet. You make an excellent seat for your mistress. My stockinged toes wriggling against our cool wooden floor. I can feel you squirm and smirk to myself.

“Go on then you filthy boy, you have 10 seconds per shoe” as I stand and look down at my watch. You react immediately and press your nose into the warm leather of my shoes, your bare ass up in the air. I can hear you breathing in. I slide my hand down your spine as I watch the time, and as the 20 seconds is up I announce “stop” and reinforce it with a firm singular slap across your exposed balls.

Your head immediately lifts obediently and I lift your arm gently, urging you to stand. Once you’re standing in front of me I slip one hand around your cage and the other around your collar. I push you against the wall and press my lips against yours. our emotions reconnecting after a long business day. Our tongues dancing as we melt into one, my fingers sliding over the bars of your cage and enjoying the feeling of your thick cock straining.

I briefly smile to myself, yours is the prettiest, thickest cock I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. There’s something extra sweet about caging it, the key subtly held on a gold chain around my neck, under my high neck pencil dress suit.

Speaking of which, the dress. I break our kiss by encircling your cage and balls and gently but firmly pushing you away. I turn around and you know without words I would like you to unzip me. I feel your gentle hands on my neckline, easing the zip down, revealing my teal lace bra and knickers. I feel your lips and tongue connect with my back and trail down as my dress slips off and pool on the floor. Your lips continue down to the waistband of my knickers and you pause, back on your knees again behind me.
“May I mistress?” you ask.
“May you what” I respond.
I feel the energy reverberate between us.
“May I remove your knickers?” you say
“No” I smirk “you can hold my cheeks apart and lick my ass through them”
You moan, you hands cupping and pulling my ass and pressing your mouth on my lace covered asshole.
I sigh at the contrasting sensations of hot breath, wet lace and pressure on my ass.

“Enough, you can remove them now and wear them yourself”
This is a familiar instruction, I think he looks so pretty in my pre-worn knickers. He slips them on leaving me in they matching bra and my stockings.

“Come on then slut” I say “ you might not be hungry anymore but I am” and I stride into our kitchen and peer into the fridge. We both love to cook and eat, and both enjoy the experience. I pull ingredients out and pause, looking at you expectedly.
“Eat boy” I instruct and instantly you nestle yourself between my legs under the counter.
I carefully chop and prepare as you quietly lap and suck and lick at my musky pussy. Your cage clinks in the floor occasionally as you move around my cleft, purposefully I think. You know I like the sound and you ensure I get what I like.

Whilst dinner cooks I lead you upstairs and choose which plug you’ll be wearing. You bend over the end of the bed whilst I make my selection.
I choose a cool metal plug with a pretty jewel end and squeeze the lube into my hand.
Moving next to you I look down.

“Who owns your pretty cock?”
“You do, mistress”
“Who owns your eager asshole?”
“You do, mistress”
“That’s right, I own all your holes” I say as I line up the shiny plug and push it into your pucker.
“Thank you mistress” you sigh as I push my thumb against the jewel ensuring the plug sits deeply.

“Stay there” I say as I reach down and roll my stockings off. I bunch them in my hand and push them into your mouth, giggling at your surprise. I unhook my bra, and then head to the bathroom to remove my makeup and apply my serums and lotions.

When I return, dressed in my robe, I can see a long trail of precum hanging from your cage between your legs. You haven’t moved an inch. I reach down, catching and tasting you.
“You taste like denial” I whisper in your ear and you moan through your gagged mouth
“What, I can’t understand you” I say as I pull the stockings from your mouth.
“Thank you for denying me” you gasp
“You’re welcome my good boy, I know what you need”

Speaking of need; dinner is ready. We sit and eat, exchanging the day’s news. He makes me laugh, challenges my mindset, his sharp mind always so sexy. He is mine.

Late evening routine to come.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v1o8wf/early_evening_routine_fm_fdom