My phone bleeps as a text message arrives from you:
"Hi love, what time will you be back? x"
My mind is filled with the memory of looking at you this morning, sleeping soundly as I dressed for work. A semi-smile graces your beautiful face as a dream plays inside your head. It is time, I say to myself.
Our love and unity is unquestioned yet I sense that deep urge inside you. We've never talked of it yet I know you want this as much as me.
It begins.

"Not sure yet" I reply.

"Are you OK? x" you obviously ask.

"I'm going to say this once only. Do not ask me any questions" ...

The message is lengthy and you do not reply.

That evening on approaching the house I notice it is dark, no lights are on. Inserting and turning the key in the lock, I push the door open and walk into blackness.

As I near the lounge, I see soft candle light dancing gently on the walls. On entering the room, the sight before me is one of the most memorable I have seen. You're dressed exactly as I have instructed, ready and waiting for me.

My eyes take in the scene committing each beautiful aspect to the depths of my memory - positioned on all fours on the coffee table in high heels, black stockings and a tiny g-string. Your head is bowed down, your soft hair falling around your face and arms, breasts cupped in a silk bra.

I walk towards you my and my hand strokes the soft skin of your lower back, bum and upper thighs. I circle the table, inspecting you, my fingers trailing your skin, teasing lines drawn over your body.

Standing in front of you, I cradle your face in my hands and lift your head to look at me, seeing in your eyes what we have both known for some time - your pure submission to me.

"Good girl" I say gently but firmly, "I knew you wouldn't let me down".

"I am yours" you reply, voice shaking, "forever yours".