I wear no bra – ever. Sometimes, i wear a corset.

I wear no underwear aside from a g-string unless Milord orders it.

I wear no slacks or shorts – only dresses and skirts, most of which have been either thrifted or hand made.

We have started a new routine for the fall. Before Milord gets home, i will have a beverage ready for him on the end table by his favorite chair. Sometimes it’s scotch, sometimes wine, sometimes water, sometimes a soft drink. He usually texts me his preference, if not, i make an educated guess. If i guess incorrectly, no harm done, he just asks for something else and i consume the first drink.

I will be positioned for him in one of several locations – my choice unless otherwise told.

Location 1 – The bedroom, lying on the bed on my belly, wedge pillow under my hips, naked.

Location 2 – kneeling in the living room, dressed within guidelines, but my choice. i can be sitting back on my heels, table like position with arms on furniture (this is the most comfortable), or with my head resting on my hands on the floor, ass up high.

Location 3 – In the DM room, naked (naturally), facing the wall.

Tonight, we were going out for pizza, so i chose a tall, cold glass of lemonade for Milord since he would be driving, i dressed in a black, sheer on top, blouse, a just above the knees skirt of light pink and printed flowers, and my favorite pair heels. As Milord had not given permission for underwear, i wore none. i also chose Location 2 with my head and arms on the couch and my skirt flipped up onto my lower back.

I heard Milord come into the house, come into the living room, take a long sip of his drink, and sit in his favorite chair directly across from the couch.

“You know, I didn’t think I’d like this location, but coming home to sit for a while and destress while just looking at that ass is a thing that psychologists should study. How was your day?”

“It was fine, Micah. As you can see, I’ve started decorating for Fall!” I loved Fall. It’s my favorite season!

He chuckled, walked to the kitchen to put his glass in the sink, and came back, a plug and lube in his hand.

He ran his finger down my slit, chuckling when he felt my wetness. i moaned and leaned my head against the couch cushion.

“I love how wet you get, Sophia. I love keeping you on the edge, prepped, ready for me.”

He injected lube into my anus and slowly eased in the plug. He also began to finger fuck my dripping pussy. i was glad i had chosen a patterned skirt. It would hide the wet spot i was sure to make. By the time the plug was fully seated, i had come twice.

“Please, please Milord. May i suck your cock?” i murmured.

“No, Sophia. I’m hungry, but not for your body quite yet. Come, let’s go.”

We went to our favorite pizza place, laughed, talked, and ate. i couldn’t keep my mind off the place holder in my bottom.

Finally, we arrived home. Milord told me to go upstairs to our bedroom and get into bed. He came in a few minutes later with two glasses of red wine and his fine naked body on full display. He handed me one of the glasses and told me to sip. He then took a big gulp from his glass and set them on the nightstand.

He lay down beside me and kissed me. Slowly. Deeply, his tongue claiming my soul.

He pulled me on top of him, his lips never leaving mine. Somewhat awkwardly, I eased my slick tunnel over his fully erect penis, moaning with pleasure. I began to tremble. As I moved my hips the tremble became an earthquake. Milord reluctantly pulled his lips from mine and murmured, “That’s it. Come for me, Soph.”

I obeyed.

His hips matched mine as we made love gently, fully, perfectly, the plug in my ass making my tunnel tighter than usual, giving him more pleasure. Giving me even more.

Suddenly, he held me tight and slowly removed the plug.

“NO!” I groaned.

“Yes,” he commanded, smacking my ass.

He flipped me over onto my back and knelt between my legs. Grinning, he put my ankles on his shoulders and began to press against my well stretched anus. Understanding dawned on me and I pushed back against him.

“When are you going to start trusting that I know best?” he jokingly chided.

“I guess you need to test me more,” I answered cheekily then gasped.

He was fully seated and was not pinching both of my nipples. I squealed and came again. He began making love to me, his cock moving slowly, carefully in and out. In and out. This, gentleness contrasted mightily with the almost painful pinching and tugging of my nipples caused all kinds of explosions of confused pleasure to erupt inside my body.

Then. He did it. He released my nipples, hands on either side of my head, and he released his own pent up, controlled joy into my body. Once he finished, he collapsed next to me, panting.

I got up, got a small bowl full of soapy water and two washcloths. One was in the soapy water, the other soaked in clean, warm water. I cleaned him with first one, then the other cloth. Next, I put the bowl back into the bathroom, emptied it, and tossed the cloths into the laundry basket.

I came back to bed and knelt on the mattress. Milord opened one eye to look at me.

“Now? Now may I suck your cock, Milord?”

He chuckled, then laughed, then said, “You most assuredly may.”

And that, friends, is how a happily married, 24/7 BDSM lifestyle couple ends a perfectly ordinary Tuesday.