by Selena Kitt
He closed her door and then she heard him putting her bags into the trunk as she did as he'd instructed. It felt so good to get her shoes off, and she felt grateful to him for telling her to do it. He got into the driver side and visually checked her over before buckling himself in.
* * * *
Gordon already knew from talking to her on the phone that she hadn't had much sleep this week, but she really looked like hell. Not so much that her coworkers would notice, but he knew her inside and out, so of course he knew it. He'd watched the others and they all looked exhausted, so it wasn't just his Victoria who had burned the candle at both ends. The company had offered a big bonus if they could get the project complete before the weekend, and was giving them a few extra paid days off next week on top of the bonus. Victoria's bonus would be around five thousand dollars, so it wasn't like she hadn't been adequately compensated... but still, part of him was angry that she'd been put through a week of all of that work, hardly any sleep, and no time off for herself at all. Not even to get a break from things for meals.
But now she'd been returned to him, and it was his job to take care of her. Gordon had never wanted a relationship that required him to micromanage someone, and under normal circumstances he didn't tell Victoria what to do in any way except sex. Their agreement was that she had to be available for him whenever he wanted sex, and in whatever way turned him on. Luckily for them both, what turned him on also turned her on, most of the time. But in the days following one of these retreats he'd figured out that he didn't mind spending a few days micromanaging the love of his life. After nine years of marriage, a few days of going over the top with things helped them reconnect again. He would never want to do it full time, but a few days of it two or three times a year worked for them.
* * * *
Victoria rested her head on the headrest of her seat as the sounds of Bach's Air on a G String filled the interior of the car. Gordon had told her to concentrate on her breathing, to think of nothing but how the air felt going into her body, and then leaving her body. He was holding her hand, but was being silent, wanting her to feel the music, feel the oxygen entering her body as she breathed it in. She floated away with the music, and the next thing she knew they were pulling into their spacious garage. When he'd shut the engine off and closed the garage door he squeezed her hand and said, "Who are you for the next couple of days?"
"I'm your Pet. And you're going to take care of me."
"That's right. I know you know the rules, but I'd like to remind you of them anyway. Your safeword will make me take a closer look at what is going on, and will perhaps make me back off and talk to you, but it won't end the scene, and it won't necessarily make me stop what I'm doing. You've agreed to that in the past, do you agree to it again?"
She knew he wasn't asking this as part of the scene, so she didn't answer that way. "Yes, Gordon. I trust you to know the difference of when I'm hurting in a bad way, and when I just need a little help getting through whatever you're doing. I know you won't completely ignore my safeword, even if you give me that impression."
He nodded and smiled and said, "Okay then. Formal speech, no arguing allowed, and you do nothing without being instructed to do it. That means no going to the bathroom, no getting a drink of water, no touching yourself, no orgasms — you do nothing except breathe without being given instructions by me that you should do so. And on occasion I may even take that right away for very short periods of time. You may let me know of any need you have, but you won't satisfy the need. If the need is to be satisfied then I will make it happen. Not you."
"I understand Sir. Thank you."
He smiled, "You are very welcome, Victoria. I've missed you and it's great to have you home. I love you more than I can ever show you."
She leaned her head back against the seat's headrest and closed her eyes. "Sometimes, the only way I can get through these work retreats is with the knowledge that when it's over I can let go and be in charge of nothing. Everyone I work with thinks I'm so capable of handling anything that comes up. And I guess they're right. I enjoy being that person, the person who can fix whatever problems present themselves... but it's so nice to let you be in control when I get home."
"I know, Pet. Stay put. I'll come around and get you out. Don't forget your formal speech, I don't want to have to punish you when you're so tired, but I will if you push me."
She did as instructed, waiting for him to open her door and then reaching for the hand he offered so he could help her out of the car. As she stood before him she loved that she had to look up so far to see him. At six foot seven inches tall, he was six inches taller than her.
"Clothes off, Pet. Put them in the front seat. I'll come get them, and your bags, while you take your bath. Start at the top and work your way down, please."
Victoria did as instructed, taking her suit jacket off, pulling her lightweight shirt over her head, and then turning for him to undo her bra. When she turned back around he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, stepping back for her to finish. She let her bra fall forward and then placed it on the seat. She gave her suit pants a nudge that made them fall to the floor, then ran her fingers under the waistband of her underwear and did the same. She took a step to the side to step out of them, then reached down to pick them up and place them on the seat of the car. She was already barefoot, having taken her shoes off in the car.
Turning to face Gordon, she placed the backs of both hands in the small of her back, letting her shoulders fall back as her shoulder blades relaxed and dropped down.
"I'm all yours, Master."
"I know Pet. And for that I'll forever be grateful. Let's get you upstairs and into a bath."
"Yes, Sir."
Twenty five minutes later Victoria was leaning back in the tub against the bath pillow, with her fully conditioned hair piled up on her head. Gordon had washed and rinsed her hair and then put conditioner on it before piling it on her head and using a large clip to hold it there. He'd put lavender oil into the water along with something else that made the water so soft and so soothing. He'd gone downstairs to get her things out of the car and bring them up, and she knew that when he came back he would let her soak a little longer, then drain the water and situate her so he could spend some time shaving her to his specifications, using the handheld unit to rinse her off once he was done. All she had to do was let him make the decisions, and do as he told her to do. Simple. Well, simple for now, while he was pampering her and requiring that she get sleep. Once he was assured she was all rested up it wouldn't be so simple to do as she was told. Tomorrow there would be pain, but for now she just needed to lay here and relax.
* * * *
When Victoria awakened the next morning it took her a minute to remember where she was, again. She was in the bed that she and Gordon shared, but her left wrist had a cuff on it, and she knew it was attached to a hook in the floor under the bed. She had plenty of rope, enough so she could easily sleep on either her right or left side... but not enough to walk to the bathroom. She looked for the clock and didn't see it. Right, he'd decide how long she needed to sleep, and she wouldn't know. It was daylight outside, but whether that meant it was nine in the morning or one in the afternoon, she couldn't tell through the blinds and curtains. She debated about whether to close her eyes and go back to sleep, or roll over and see if Gordon was in bed or in the seating area, but then realized she had to pee too bad to go back so sleep, so she rolled over.
Gordon had his netbook out, and it looked like he was reading an e-book. He looked over at her and then glanced back at his netbook, probably looking at the time.
"It's not time for you to be awake yet, Pet."
"I understand, Sir. I need to use the bathroom, please."
He closed his netbook and set it on the nightstand, then stood and reached for a leash. He walked to her side of the bed and hooked the leash to the small collar he'd placed on her neck the night before. She knew he'd replace it with a more substantial collar later, o
nce he deemed she'd had enough sleep.
"You don't have your knee pads on yet, so I'll permit you to walk upright", he unclipped the rope from her wrist cuff and held her hand to help her up, "and since this is early morning and you may need to do more than pee, I'll permit the use of the toilet. Also, I don't want to wake you fully."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
"Hands to your back, Pet. I don't want to have to restrain you yet, but if they don't stay on your back then I will."
She obediently placed the backs of her hands into the small of her back and continued following him into the master bathroom. Part of her hated the leash, part of her appreciated it. She didn't have to think about where to walk, she just had to follow.
Gordon stopped by the toilet and she sat and did her business. He knew her well, knew her body would need to eject more than just urine this morning. She wasn't even bothered by doing her business in front of him anymore, though once upon a time she was mortified by it. She kept her hands at her back, and when she was through he wiped her, front and back, until she was clean. When he was through wiping he washed his hands and then reached for both of her shoulders, helping her stand and then walking with her back to bed. Victoria stood still as he attached her wrist cuff back to the rope and then removed the leash from her collar. He sat her on the edge of the bed and handed her some water. When he was satisfied she'd had all the water she wanted he said, "On your stomach, I'll rub your back until you go back to sleep, Pet."
"Thank you, Sir. I love you."
"I know you do, Pet. And I love you. Now do as you're told, you need more sleep."
"Yes, Sir."
* * * *
The next time Victoria awakened she realized she was starving. She opened her eyes and looked around for Gordon, sitting up when she saw him sitting on the loveseat in the sitting area with the wireless headphones on so he could watch TV without disturbing her sleep. She swung her feet over the side of the bed, but didn't move to stand. For one thing, she didn't have permission to get out of bed. For another, the rope wouldn't let her get far anyway."
"Sir?"
He looked over at her and smiled, then reached for the remote and turned the TV off before removing his headphones.
"You're awake. Excellent. Hungry?"
She gave a shy smile. "Starving."
"I fried some potatoes almost all the way earlier, I just need to put them back in the skillet for about five minutes and they'll be good. I've got the ingredients for omelets all ready to go, so I can make those while the potatoes finish cooking. Do you need to relieve yourself?"
"Yes Sir, I do."
He nodded and stood, walking towards her as he said, "I'll put you out while I cook, then."
He kneeled at her feet and reached under the bed, pulling out her knee pads. He put one on each knee and then reached under the bed again and stood with her mitts. He removed the cuff on her wrist and then put both mitts on, cinching the wrists down so there was no way they would come off unless someone else removed them. He put a finger in both of them to double check that they weren't too tight and then removed the collar she had on, replacing it with a wider and heavier bondage collar. He hooked the leash to her collar and said, "Come on, then. Hands and knees."
She dropped to her hands and knees and followed after him, crawling. The master suite was on the first floor, so thankfully there were no stairs to navigate on the way to the kitchen. However, once they were on the deck she had to go down four steps, and she always hated doing that. He stood below her as she turned sideways and put her left knee on the first step, then rotated a little more to put her right knee beside it. From there it was a matter of backing the rest of the way down them, until she was on the ground and could turn around to crawl forward again. Their backyard was huge, and their entire yard was fenced in by a tall brick fence. There was no danger of anyone seeing her naked in the backyard, relieving herself like an animal, but it was still disconcerting. He connected her leash to a wire strung between trees and bent to kiss her on top of the head before making his way back to the kitchen. She crawled near a bush and leaned backwards onto her feet, keeping her bondage mitts on the ground in front of her. She'd learned to pick a spot with a slight incline, so the urine would move backwards away from her. And the bush at her side helped keep her from feeling quite so vulnerable. It took a few minutes for her to convince her bladder to let go, but she finally managed to go. When she was through she stayed in place for several moments, hoping she would drip dry, but knowing that without being wiped it was just going to feel gross. She knew Gordon could see her through the kitchen window, that he wouldn't leave her restrained without being watched, but she also knew he wasn't likely to come get her until he was through cooking, so she just stayed put until she saw him coming back out the back door, and then she went back to her knees and crawled the few steps away from the bush. He'd brought a few baby wipes with him, and he wiped her down well before retrieving the leash and walking her back into the house.
Gordon pulled a chair out for her to sit in, gave the order to stand and then sit, and then pushed her chair close to the table before taking his seat. With her large bondage mitts on she couldn't do much of anything for herself... the ends of her arms looked like clubs but the padding and support inside of the leather made it possible to crawl without hurting her hands or her wrists, so she actually liked them in spite of them meaning she didn't have the use of her hands or fingers. Besides, this was about her not having to do anything, it was about her letting go.
Gordon cut a bite of her omelet and fed it to her with the fork. She moaned as she chewed, he knew exactly how she liked her omelets. Next came fried potatoes, which just happened to be Victoria's favorite comfort food. When her plate was empty Gordon said, "I'm going to put you in your cage while I clean the kitchen up. I think you should wear your butterfly while you wait. You are not allowed to orgasm, Pet."
"I understand, Sir."
He moved the dishes to the sink and helped her stand before lifting her so she was sitting on the table. He put the strap around her back and she laid back without being told, pulling her feet up to give him the access she knew he wanted. He put the butterfly over her clit and secured the straps so it wouldn't come loose and then turned it all the way up. She gave a little yelp and had to fight to keep from closing her legs around it. He gave her to about a count of ten and then backed it off to a lower speed. Thank goodness.
After helping her stand he said, "Okay Pet. Crawl to your cage and then turn around and back into it for me."
Victoria obediently dropped to all fours and crawled from the kitchen area into the living area. Gordon would be able to see her in one of the mirrors while he worked on the dishes. Her cage was a collapsible dog crate, only brought out when they were doing one of her "welcome home" weekends. Victoria crawled to it as instructed, still on the leash. When she reached it she turned around and backed into it, stopping just before her head went in so Gordon could release the leash. He reached into a pocket and put a blindfold on her before releasing the leash, kissing her cheek before telling her to, "Get in the cage now, Pet."
* * * *
Victoria wasn't sure how much time had elapsed. Gordon had finished with the dishes a long time ago, and the butterfly on her clit had gone from erotic to drive-me-fucking-crazy to almost painful. She'd called out for Gordon at one point, and heard his voice telling her that this was for quiet time, and if she kept talking she would earn punishments. She knew he was in the room, or somewhere he could see her, because she knew he wouldn't leave her like this. But he had music playing that kept her from hearing any small noises he might make when he moved, or perhaps turned the pages of a book, or clicked the keys of his netbook. He hadn't told her to keep any particular position, so she'd moved around as much as possible — starting out on her knees and leaning forward with her stomach on her thighs. It was the largest collapsible crate, but she was a tall woman. Currently she was laying on her back with her feet
above her, flat on the roof of the cage, and her knees pressed to her chest.
The music turned off right in the middle of whatever classical piece he'd been playing, and then she heard the beginnings of Chant of the Paladin by Dead Can Dance and knew he was about to start things in earnest.
She heard the door to the cage open and a single word.
"Out."
It had taken a long time to maneuver until she was on her back, and turning back over without the use of her hands was harder than she'd realized it would be. The song was over and the next one had begun before she was finally out, and Gordon didn't help her at all. When she was out and was on all fours with her back arched down and ass up the way she knew he'd want, she felt his hands on her face.
"Close your eyes Pet, and take your time opening them once I get this off."
She did as he said, taking her time opening them and getting used to the light again. He helped her stand then removed the butterfly, "Before we move on to the next item, it's time for me to relieve some pressure. My pressure, not yours. Crawl to the back of the sofa and then stand and bend over it, mitts in the seat and your forehead on the mitts, please."
Once she was draped over the sofa she felt him using his feet to spread her legs farther apart. She felt a finger on the entrance to her pussy.
"Who does this belong to?"
"You, Sir."
"Who decides when this pussy gets to orgasm?"
"You, Sir."
"What is the purpose of this pussy?"
"To provide pleasure to you, to my Master, Sir."
"That's right. You don't have permission to come. Don't ask. I'm not going to back off if you get close, either — so I'd advise you to not get close. This is about my pleasure, you know what I want from you."
