“Evan, I’m home!”
My ears perked up when I heard that, my master was home! Cody, or master as I call him when we are “playing,” is my boyfriend. We have a consensual BDSM relationship, he is the dom and I’m his sub. Anytime I wanted this to be over, it would. We could easily go back to a normal relationship, heck, we often do! But I love this side of our relationship. I have my safe word for if things get too heavy or go too far, but I love testing my limits.
“Cody! Finally your home! Dinner’s ready.” I called him by his name instead of calling him Master. This was fine because our games wouldn’t start until after dinner.
We ate and talked about our days and about life. After dinner, we both cleaned the kitchen. As soon as I put the last dish in the dishwasher, I felt Cody’s strong hand grab me, turn me around, and passionately kiss me. After a few moments, he pulled away and sexily whispered, “Are you ready to go upstairs?”
I responded, with a voice that totally betrayed how aroused and excited I was, “Yes Master.”