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.
