It was the night of my 40th birthday, while my wife showered, I prepared things in the bedroom. Chains hung from anchor points in the ceiling and on the headboard. On the bed leather cuffs, anklets, thigh straps, and collar were laid out next to other lengths of chain and rope. On the dresser there was a selection on vibrators, butt plugs, a bamboo rod, riding crop and paddle. I lit candles around the room and sat in a wooden chair waiting. She entered the room not long after, pausing in the doorway to take in the scene that awaited her.
The lights from the hallway silhouetted her body, the tight firm C cup breasts, the widening of her hips and swell of her ass. I gestured at the floor in front of me and she sat between my legs facing away from me. I grabbed the hairbrush from the nightstand and became to brush out her still damp hair. I slowly brushed her hair, working the tangles free as the scent of her shampoo filled the air between us. After it was all brushed out, I braided it all back in a neat single braid, waist length hair was a lot to manage, and I enjoyed taking care of my pet. I looped the braid around my hand and gently pulled her head back, I kissed her on the forehead and asked if she was ready to begin, she nodded that she was.