My Master came over for dinner.
He is also my boyfriend. We are together for almost two years now, but we don’t live together due to busy jobs and we both value our alonetime a lot. Our relationship dynamic is really kind and gentle, and sexually we are both into bdsm. He used to be a professional Dom, but when we got together he quit because it didn’t feel right for me. I didn’t ask him to stop, but I would not have pursued the relationship if he’d have continued.
We agreed earlier on we would play when he came over, after dinner, and that he would spend the night at my place. I cooked his favourite meal, bathed myself, polished my toenails and took great care of my hair and makeup. He likes it, and I like it when I look attractive for him.
We had a few starter drinks, and he asked me whether I was into some early evening fun. Ofcourse I was. He took out his wrist- and anklebands, and undressed me. He then dressed me with a lavender smelling, white cotton panty, and put me on a chair. With his bands, he cuffed my ankles to the chair, and my wrists to the elbow rests. He filled a large can of water and put it on the table next to me, placed another chair in front of me, took the book I was currently reading and came seated in front of me.