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	Though they lived the life of Master and submissive, the pressures of work and outside influences of family and friends had meant that in the past month they had spent only 5 nights together. Precious time, time spent playing and loving each other, their D/s play and sex were often replaced by just wanting to hold each other wanting to feel close to feel the love flow from the person they loved so much. He lay on the bed thinking of his beautiful submissive, thinking over the past three years together, things had changed. She had worked hard and got her degree and was now working. He was so proud of her, His submissive, a BSc. He smiles as He always did as He thinks how scared and unsure she was of her abilities when they first met. How it had taken time and encouragement from Him to get her through those years of study. Now she was a working woman. His submissive, the woman He loved. A sigh escaped his lips. Something had changed though, what He was unsure of. He knew they loved each other that was for certain, never doubted. But as their time together had been limited this past month, may be that was the problem. No, it had been longer than that, it was since His promotion six months ago, finding time together was so hard. He raised himself up of the bed, looked over to the chest that held their toys, their cuffs, paddles, tawse all lovingly kept under lock and key, waiting for the precious time they had together. He stopped. They played, they enjoyed BDSM sex, they enjoyed the D/s relationship, yet somehow He no longer felt he had the Dominance over His submissive. As this statement dawned on Him, He felt a wave of sadness, was their relationship that had for the past three years got to the stage of being D/s only in the bedroom, was she no longer submissive to Him at other times? She is not showing respect was His first thought, but dismissed it as quick as He had thought it; she was respectful to all who deserved her respect. It was His fault He had built up her confidence made her into who she was, no no that was not it. He smoothed back his hair, well what ever the reason He still loved her, what ever the future held, He wanted them to be together. Tonight they would be together, tonight He would love her. Tonight He would see what the future would be. They ate the meal in relative silence, He not knowing what to say to this confidant woman, she had chatted about her meeting with a client, she had chatted about her ideas for her project, then the conversation ran out. They sat together close on the large sofa they had bought three years ago when they had first moved into the tiny mews house, just a stop over point until we decide where we should live, but they had loved it there and had never talked of moving from the day they had moved in. The wine had been opened but only a few glasses had been drunk. She looked up into the handsome face of the man she loved, He looked tired, His hair had gone a little grey at the sides, but it was His eyes she noticed, dark, deep, they looked sad. She had never seen her man with sad eyes before. She reached up and kissed Him, He smiled down at her, and stroked her hair gently, ”You OK” she asked “Yes” His voice did not enforce His answer. She knew His promotion at work had meant more time away, but not as much as it had turned out to be, she had missed Him so much over the past six months, and this past month had been a nightmare, one thing after another keeping them apart. Having to cope with being alone was difficult and with the demands on her from her now growing business meant that she was less than warm to Him at times, she knew that. Somehow she felt He was slipping away from her. She felt her love for Him was without question, she felt submissive towards Him, and tried to show it, but somehow, all she wanted was to cuddle, and well all He wanted was to be close also. May be He no longer wanted her submission? The very thought made her sigh. Their relationship was based on love and respect and it would survive without D/s but it was D/s that brought them together they were D/s, but may be life would only let them play it and not live it, as they had since moving in together. He stood and took her hand she smiled up at Him, “Is there something I can do for you Sir” she asked. Calling Him Sir felt good, when was the last time she had used it? When was the last time she had totally given herself to Him, to her Master? “Well submissive there is” He raised her to her feet and kissed her gently, “you can take you clothes off, arrange the toys, put on your red play collar and wait for me in the bedroom” His voice was firm but His eyes were warm. “Yes Master” was her only reply; she climbed the spiral stairs to the bedroom in the attic of the small house, the bedroom that they had loved at first sight. It had a with the sloping roof and big strong black beams. He sat back onto the sofa. When had he last called her submissive? When had he last given orders? They had just known what each expected and as their time had been so limited they had just acted it out, enjoyed the sex, but not taken it to the level they had so often before. She undressed, feeling her heart beating that bit faster, she opened the chest. It was a large wooden chest, they had bought it at a car boot sale and spent days stripping of layer after layer of paint before getting it back to the lovely dark wood. Slowly she hung the toys along the shelf that had been put up some years ago. It normally held a few teddy’s that were thrown on top of the wardrobe to make room for the vibrators, butt plugs and other play toys and the hooks along the base of the shelf were hidden by a red frill that hung down a few inches from the shelf. The tawse, paddle, flogger, whips and canes were hung in place, the chains laid out on the top of the now closed chest, along with padlocks, cuffs, straps, nipple clamps and an assortment of other items so lovingly collected over the years. She picked up the red collar and placed it around her neck, She lit the candles that were always in the bed room, and went into the bathroom next to the bedroom. She washed her womanly parts and freshened her mouth and then tied her hair before returning to the bedroom. All was prepared and she kept an ear to see if her Master was approaching. Now as she entered the bedroom, she made one last look around to check all was as it should be and knelt along side the bed facing the door, her back straight, knees apart, hands resting on her knees. When was the last time she had waited for her Master? When was the last time she had prepared the room? When was the last time? He listed to the noises of His submissive moving around upstairs, imagining her naked body moving, putting out the toys they loved, some homemade ones they had used more than the expensive ones bought over the Internet or at fetish fairs. He listened as she went into the bathroom, then the silence, she was ready. He did not move, He is the Master, let her wait, she may remember who she is and who I am. Ten minutes passed, she did not move, she thought back to the times they had spent in this room, the times they had learnt so much about how to turn each other on, how to love each other. Ten minutes went to fifteen, she was tiring of waiting, should she shout Him, had He fallen asleep? She started to rise, then stopped, a few months ago she would never of thought of moving! She regained her position; she was His submissive she had no right to question how long He took in coming. He stood, it had been fifteen minutes since the silence had told Him she was ready and then He heard the floorboard creak. This made Him stop. Is she moving? Getting up? The silence resumed, but He did not move but waited listening from the bottom of the stairs. He wanted so much to run up them, He wanted so much to play with her, to love her, but it was time to slow things down. They had the whole weekend together, they were not rushing off to one place or another in a few hours. They both had time, not just to play and love but to reinforce their relationship and for Him to reclaim her as His submissive. Yes it was He who was the Master and so it should be He who needs to reinforce His ownership of the submissive He so loved and respected. Twenty minutes had passed as she heard the sound of her Masters footsteps approaching, she lowered her eyes and bowed her head. She straightened her back, which had sloughed down over the minutes waiting. She did not look at Him as He entered, but felt Him brush past her. “Very good my submissive, you have prepared well” his voice not much more than a whisper, was it for her to hear? She did not answer, she felt the soft lining of her leather blindfold as it was placed over her eyes, she did not move. She felt her Master gently take her hand and place a thick leather cuff on it and then she felt him repeat this act on the other hand. And then on each of her ankles, all the time she did not move. “Who are you?” His voice was soft but authoritative. “I am your submissive” she answered, a little shocked by the question, but also elated by it. “I am your submissive?” He repeated Is that how a submissive address her Master?” His voice was harder but not unkind. “I am your submissive, Sir, I am sorry Sir” she replied quickly her breath quickening. “No need for sorry, I have let things slip, my submissive, but tonight if you are willing, I wish to retake ownership of you” His words spoken level and true made her heart miss a beat. “ Master, I am willing to go were ever you take me Sir” as she spoke her words she first heard the whoosh then felt the delicious pain melting into warmth float across her back. The first stoke of the leather flogger bought when they first moved into their little house, their home. He felt the glow from His submissive body, warm on His skin, He held her close, it had been three hours since He had climbed the stairs, and he felt not the warmth from the play, but the love from His submissive float over him. “Who are you?” He gently asked once more “I am yours Sir, I am your submissive” her voice was dreamy, she had been taken to that special place only her Master could take her to, and now as she returned, the love and warmth of His actions cradled her as much as His strong arms. “I love you Master, thank you for.......” she did not get chance to finish her sentence. “ No thank you my little one. I love you more than ever” he kissed her on her forehead and continued, “ I have made a decision, I am going to ask to be moved back up north, or I am going to resign and look for … “NO Sir” this time she interrupted Him, but just a slight tensing of His body silenced His submissive, it was not a conversation. He was making a statement. “I have made the decision, I will be able to get another job no problem, I do not like being away from you, you are building up your company well, and we don't need extra money, we need each other. My decision is final” she did not say anything, but thought back to the time when she first met her Master, she had not been able to make the simplest of decisions and now she ran her own business, making decisions daily. However she was happy and grateful to be able to fall back into the arms of the man she loved, to submit to Him completely, not just in the bedroom but in everyday life. His decision was final and that is how she wanted it to be, how it should be.

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