A Fantasy Weeknight

When he heard the garage door open, his heart skipped a beat, and his excitement grew. Even after all this time together, he still found that the highlight of his day was the moment she walked in the door, because he knew that for the rest of the evening, he would have her to himself and could tend to her every need, mind, body and soul. He loved her endlessly, and there was nothing better than being in her presence. She, likewise, loved him more every day, and grew to cherish their particular brand of marriage, though it had taken some time to see herself the way he did. He poured her a glass of her favorite red wine. Everything else was ready.

He had recently retired, but he was by no means idle. He filled his days with a variety of activities, some of which were for his own physical and mental well-being. He exercised, read books and played his guitar at scheduled times each day, finding that a rigorous schedule was still the most efficient method of accomplishing a lot, and he had a lot to do. He spent hours around the house, doing special projects, fixing things and such. He was not so good at regular cleaning, although he was learning how to be better at it and understood the standards that she required. She actually enjoyed cleaning, so it was not a task that she had transferred to him; at least not yet. However, he did most of the shopping, the laundry, and ironing, by now.

She continued to work, not because they needed the money, but because she loved what she did, and she was exceptionally good at it. She loved helping people feel better about themselves, and she loved the social aspect of her job.

Having loved him from the start, it had taken some time for her to adjust to his feminine side. She was not expecting that when they’d met, because he gave no outward indication at a casual glance. Once you see the signs though, it becomes more apparent. His legs and arms were clean-shaven. In fact, as she soon discovered, he was completely hairless below the eyebrows, and even those were trimmed short and somewhat shaped. He had not tried to hide his nature from her, and he unfurled his colorful flag just as fast as he reasonably could, striving to be honest and open while working to overcome his most dreadful fear of outright rejection and abject disdain. You do not begin a relationship by revealing your deepest secrets, that is simply weird.

Now, she knew of his penchant for dressing en femme, and encouraged it because she loved him, she knew that it made him happy, and she understood how the various threads of his psychological fabric were tightly interwoven. Surely, trying to extricate a single strand would jeopardize the entire tapestry.  No, she loved all of him, as he was. He sometimes would spend most of the day as his feminine alter ego if he had nowhere to be. Or if he did venture out, it might be in clothes that were from the ladies’ side of the store, but androgenous enough that no one seemed to notice. In the evenings, he would change his look, matching her preferences. She loved his masculine side, too, and he loved being what she needed him to be. He would wear something more feminine in the evening if she asked him to, which was a rare but not unheard-of occurrence.

He also wore a chastity device at nearly all times. It helped him avoid temptation, and its presence was a constant reminder of how he had surrendered himself to her, physically, emotionally, and sexually.  She now understood that limiting his orgasms led to feelings that he enjoyed immensely, a near constant state of simmering arousal, and deepened submissiveness.  She saw that he was even more eager and creative in finding ways to please her and make her life easier and recognized the mutual benefit of his servitude.

This day, for no particular reason other than to express his love, he set out to make a special evening for her. Pleasant surprises are an important part of a relationship. He did the meal planning and prepared a list of ingredients he required. Having worked as her assistant in the kitchen, he’d watched and learned. To be sure, his skills, knowledge and creativity were the second best in their household, but he was a far better chef than any other non-professional that he knew.

She had been vegan for years before they met, and while he had not been, he did eat a healthy diet, and so it was easy for him to immediately switch. Her amazing culinary skills quickly made him forget what eating used to be like. His realization of the cruelty surrounding animal-based products cemented his commitment to this new dietary routine. He was now vegan. He’d be anything she wanted him to be. Not only because he loved her, but because he trusted her, and he respected her brilliant mind and empathetic heart.

She walked in the door, and he greeted her with a smile, a long and enveloping hug, and a soulful kiss. He took her coat and bag from her and placed them where they belonged. He followed her into the kitchen, where her glass of wine awaited, shadowed by a fresh bouquet of flowers. She smiled and thanked him. Dinner was simmering, the table was set, the animals were fed, and music was playing in the background; there was nothing to do but be with her while she relaxed and unwound from her day.

She sat comfortably on the sofa, and he knelt before her. He positioned a foot basin, filled with warm, scented water just a few minutes prior, slipped off her shoes, and she placed them in the water. He loved her beautiful, sexy feet, as he did the rest of her, and knew that after standing for most of the day that they would be aching. She feared the aroma from a long day on them would be off-putting. He allayed her concerns with this routine of bathing them. While she soaked, he joined her on the sofa. She needed some time to catch her breath after a busy day, and so he just sat next to her, gently holding her hand. He could almost feel the tension of the day leaving her body.

After a few more minutes, he knelt again, taking one foot onto the towel draped across his lap. He dabbed at it until it was sufficiently dry and repeated the process with the other foot. Moving the basin out of the way, he brought out some lotion, and massaged it into her skin, further softening them and chasing away the tension that remained. They made eye contact, and she smiled. She could not tell who was enjoying this ritual more. When he finished, he reverently kissed the top of each foot and replaced her slippers.

They sat together for a while longer, and then she decided it was time to eat. She sat at the head of the dining room table, and he prepared and served their plates, then sat at the side of the table. As they ate, she related the stories of her day. He listened closely, asking questions, filling in the picture in is mind. She commented on the delightful meal that he’d prepared, and he was pleased that she found it delicious. She asked about his day, and he related the various events. She listened closely and wanted more details because she loved him.

Afterward, he cleared the table and set about to clean the kitchen, which did not take long, as he always cleaned as he went while cooking. “I’d like a bath,” she said to him, “tell me when it’s ready.” She went into her home office to tend to some post-hours business. He quickly finished his kitchen task and proceeded to draw the bath. It was a beautiful large free-standing soaking tub that they had installed in their recently remodeled Mistress Bathroom (Master Bathroom was just the wrong term). It could be accessed from all sides, which was perfect for their arrangement. Setting the water to the correct temperature, he added her favorite bath gel. He ensured the rest of the bathroom was neat and tidy. He set the lighting, lit some scented candles, and changed the music to one of her favorite playlists. He put some towels on the warming rack and ensured that her robe was within reach.

He heard her on the phone with a client as he approached her office, and he waited patiently until she finished. “My love,” he called to her quietly from the doorway, “your bath is ready for you.” She looked at him and smiled. She was getting used to his services and starting to accept the fact that she was deserving, but still she by no means took him for granted. “Thank you, sweetie, I’ll be there in a moment.  Why don’t you put on something sexy, and then you can tend to me in the bath?” It was not a question, it was a gift.

He took leave of her to do as she commanded.  He stripped and went to his special closet, choosing a new pink chemise with matching panties that she had not seen before.  As the garment covered his body, he slipped into a deeper state of submission. He padded into her bathroom, and she caressed his silky fabric approvingly. He slowly undressed her, removing her work attire, and then her undergarments. She stood there wearing only a smile, took his hand and allowed him to guide her into the perfectly conditioned water. At her behest, he fetched another glass of wine, and knelt at the side of the tub while she closed her eyes, sipped and relaxed. She had never been more beautiful as he watched her body soak in the warm bath.

“Wash me, now,” she instructed. She tilted her head back slightly as positioned himself at the head of the tub. He used a cup to pour water repeated onto her hair, careful to avoid it running onto her face. Sufficiently wetted, he gathered a dollop of her shampoo and began to massage her scalp and follicles, tending to her with reverence and appreciation for this high honor. Rinsing her, he repeated the actions with her conditioner. Moving to the side now, he took her each arm in turn and gently washed and rinsed them. She laid her head back, with her eyes closed, reveling in his ministrations. He washed her chest, spending more time than necessary ensuring her breasts were clean. They smiled at each other. The stimulation of her nipples always led to her arousal, and this time was no different. She brought his head forward, he suckled her breasts, and she cooed.

She leaned forward and he scrubbed her back. Then he proceeded to bathing her gorgeous legs and feet.  Oh, how he loved to tend to her body. He could not contain himself, and as he rinsed her feet, he gently took each toe in his mouth and sucked them. She watched him, amused, enthralled and inspired. He was performing over and above his expected duties. It was clear that the more she took charge, the more she required of him, the deeper his submission and devotion grew, and the happier they both were.

She reserved the cleaning of her womanly parts to her own hands, in part for hygienic reasons, but also to tease him further.  He watched her ministrations, reflexively licking his lips. She turned over to her knees and had him attend to one final region. He washed cheeks of her sexy backside, and then worked his hands up and down her intergluteal cleft, focusing repeatedly on her opening.  He circled it with his finger and probed inside it. He pushed inside with one soapy finger, and then a second.  He repeated, while listening to her moans of satisfaction.  “Make sure you get me nice and clean there,” she commanded, “clean enough to eat.” He grew firmer in his cage. He had confessed to her is desire to worship her ass with his lips and tongue, and she had thus far declined. It seemed that this night she would grant him the honor. Another step on their journey. He shook with anticipation as she emerged from the bath and he applied the towel to her fabulous female frame. “Go and turn down the bed, place some pillows in the center. Brush your teeth, and wait for me,” she instructed.

He did as he was told, and she came into the bedroom, naked and beautiful. She kissed him and grasped his caged cock and swollen balls.  “If you do a good job worshipping my ass tonight, I might let you out.” He had not needed the extra motivation. This was yet another fantasy, coming true. She laid on the bed, her gorgeous glutes prominently displayed. He knelt behind her, and softly kissed her cheeks, then more passionately. He licked her cleft, repeatedly, long slow flat-tongued movements that heightened their arousal. He parted her cheeks just a bit more and looked at her opening. He knew the term ass-kisser was derogatory. He was now an ass-worshipper. But it was not an act of humiliation or punishment. It was an act of love, on both their parts. A new way for him to demonstrate his limitless love for her, and a new way for her to accept it.

He kissed her opening, gently and repeatedly, with closed lips, both of them getting used to the feeling. Then, without thought, he opened his mouth and kissed her more passionately. She let out a grateful moan, and it inspired him. He kissed her more deeply, more urgently. His tongue flickered out across her flesh. It circled and darted, checking her comfort level. She shifted, raising her ass a bit higher. He pressed further against her opening with his lips.  He stiffened his tongue and probed, pushing past the opening to the vestibule of her most private region. He wiggled it around and she spoke, “oh, that feels soooo nice.” He pushed further and further, until his tongue was as far into her as it could go. He plunged and swirled, kissed and licked, bathed and caressed her opening. She reached one hand under and began to stimulate herself.  He continued his oral homage as she masturbated. He inserted one, then a second finger into her very wet pussy, sawing in and out at a tempo that varied from that of his tongue. She voiced greater and greater sounds of pleasure as her approaching orgasm gathered strength. Then, like a Tsunami, it crashed upon her. He could feel her convulsions on his tongue and his fingers as her muscles squeezed and relaxed in great spasms of ecstasy.

He continued ministering to her, feeding her pleasure, mindful of her own actions. When her orgasm subsided, and he sensed her hand moving away, he withdrew his fingers and his tongue. She lay in post-orgasmic bliss. He hurriedly went to rinse his mouth and brush his teeth, and upon returning, lay next to her, kissing her face, caressing her body, and sharing the joy that she felt. They moved the pillows, allowing her to lay flat and comfortably. He continued his soft caresses, and gentle kisses. He expressed how much he loved her and thanked her for allowing him to worship her in that way. “It won’t be the last time,” she replied. They lay quietly together for a time, and he realized that she’d fallen asleep. He arranged the covers over her body, removed his lingerie, and lay next to her, watching in awe this most beautiful and wonderful lady with whom he had so totally fallen in love. There would be no release for him this night. Still, he had never been happier than at that moment.