Chapter 9
I lay back on the sofa fantastically turned on from remembering our evening. I contemplated getting my toys and having a slow languorous masturbation session, but I decided to wait until my Gabe got home tomorrow morning. It was difficult in ways I can't fully express.
I got up and dressed and planned my day. It made me remember what Gabe had told me as he left. New lingerie and throw the old stuff away. I'll admit I hadn't seen that curve ball coming. But he had claimed me. He was my ... Dom. He wasn't my first, but something told me he was going to be my best. I couldn't wait to find out.
I got a cardboard box from the garage and boxed up all my old lingerie and sexy costumes. Some of it was torn and needed throwing away anyway. Other stuff was in good shape and expensive so that got boxed and stored in the garage, to be donated. Imagining the look on the face of the person opening the box at the donation center made me laugh.
Finally, I dressed and headed out to the local adult novelties shop and picked out something sexy. Something different than I normally would. Something sweet and sexy rather than full-on slut-mode.
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Gabe got home at about 8 a.m. the next morning. I'd already been up for hours. I'd showered, shaved, and took my time to get my make-up perfect. I kept my hair simple, just a high ponytail. I'd chosen a pretty blue baby doll negligee, with a nearly non-existent G-string, and a beautiful pair of peep-toe sandals with a stiletto heel. I added my black leather wrist cuffs, just for fun.
When he stepped through the door, he found me kneeling in the middle of the living room, with my hands clipped behind my back. The look on his face took me for a loop. His desire was evident, but there was something there I had only ever seen once before. Genuine affection. At that moment I said a little prayer. "Please, Lord, don't let me screw this up."
Gabe walked up to me and cupped my cheek affectionately, and then reached under my arm.
"Please stand up," he said softly. He steadied me as I struggled to rise with my hands bound. Once I was on my feet he stepped back and admired my body. "Much better. My beautiful slut should always be standing when she wants me to see her. I want to see your beautiful body standing tall and proud. So that I can admire you from every angle."
I smiled and stood straight, pushing my tits out in front of me like a soldier at attention. The negligee had no brassiere, and my breasts were naked beneath the diaphanous material. Gabe's smile made me feel so good. "That's so good, lover," he said. "I have some nice plans for us this morning. I hope you had no plans for the day. Because I plan to use you all day, and then cook you something tasty."
I shivered. I admit it without shame, and he saw it. God, he was so confident. Making me his, seemed to come naturally to him. I was in heaven. "I would like that very much," I said softly.
Gabe walked away from me and checked the fridge, leaving me standing there. I heard him open the freezer and heard items being moved in there. I heard the thunk of something frozen being left in the sink. Then I heard him walk into his room. "Did you have a good day yesterday?" he called to me.
"Yes," I replied, "I did a little shopping."
He'd crept up behind me silently. I started when he spoke to my right. "I see that," he said, smiling. He was entirely naked. His eyes traveled down my body. "I love it, you look so innocent and pure."
I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud. He smiled and then to my surprise, he walked to the end table, picked up the TV remote switched on the TV. My surprise must have shown on my face because he smiled knowingly at me.
"Do you like women's soccer?" he asked. I shrugged. "I don't watch it on TV, but I don't dislike it."
"Good," he said, pointing at the TV. "This is the Women's World Cup. Sweden versus England. We're going to watch the second half together and by the time the game is over, you'll be a soccer fan." His smile was so bright and cheerful that I couldn't help but smile back.
He walked over and sat down in the middle of the sofa facing the TV. He patted both cushions on either side of him. "Come lay across my lap little slut. I want to play with that beautiful big ass. C'mere, I'll unlatch your hands."