We went out dancing after dinner. I had to use the bathroom. When I came out she was flirting with another guy. I sat nearby and watched. Once she caught my eye, she really started flirting and took him to the dance floor. He was all over her.
I watched. And then she brought him back and sat next to me, flirting the whole time.
She ignored me and focused on him. I swear, if she pointed at her boots, I would have gotten down and licked them.
I think they were going to kiss when his friends came and got him. They left.
She reiterated the nature of our relationship. I was hers and I must be loyal. And she can do as she pleases. But, if she snapped her fingers she would have had me fetch them drinks while she made out with him.
I asked her what she would have said when he asked about who I was.
She said she'd tell him the truth.
That I'm her obedient boyfriend and I'm completely loyal to her. But that she had free rein to do as she pleases.
We went shopping. I'm paying for everything. And everything is for her.
When I signed, she grabbed my butt and leaned in. She said, "that's my good little wallet. "
We drove back. She undid my zipper and touched me enough to arouse me. She told me that even my dick belonged to her. My orgasms belonged to her. And it was up to her if I had one or not.
She told me that I was a very good boy today. I was obedient. I only thought about her needs and that's the way she wanted things to be.
When we went inside, I carried all the bags of course, she went up to my bedroom and called me up for my reward: giving her multiple orgasms while I get none.
The next morning. I cook her a lavish breakfast. I was allowed juice, fruit, oatmeal and coffee.
She eats poached eggs, toast, bacon, espresso, juice.
I do the dishes after while she relaxes on the couch. Then I head to the gym to work out.
After I worked out for 2 hours. I came home showered and put a towel around my waist.
Our next ritual that we both love is what she calls, "inspection."
During inspection, she walks around me with her gloves on and makes sure my muscles are up to her specifications. She touches what she wants, kisses what she wants and might even give me a lick.
That night she went out on a date with the guy from the bar. But before that, the apartment was put in her name. She lives with me now. I'm going to move her stuff in while she is out with another man. She told me, "All of her clothes, her bed, her furniture. Anything that is mine will be sold or thrown out."
She walked in and sat on her couch. She told me to get on the floor before her. She told me to lick her boot soles clean. She said to think about how that dirt got on their while she was out with another man. She then told me about the date.
In an alcove in the apartment, I hung a large portrait of her.
This alcove becomes a shrine to her. There are photos of her. There are a pair of boots and a pair of gloves.
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