Forever Sir

This is the best day of my life. I thought that to myself Saturday evening when I was dancing with the best bridesman EVER. I thought that, until today, when I thought again, this is the best day of my life.

I am taking a minute to write, because I don’t want to forget a minute of how I felt this morning. I thought writing would help but I find myself at a loss of words describing my feelings. Great, wonderful, blissful, gleeful, complete contentment– none of those fit. So I will write what happened.

Sleeping in never felt so good. Brunch was at 11, and we partied too hard again last night. When Jackson and I finally made it back to our cabin It was 9:30 and I awoke to an absent husband. That was disappointing. It got better. I rolled over to see he was sitting in the chair across the room.

“Good morning Sir” … he didn’t respond, just looked at me. His face so unreadable I began to worry for a moment. His eyes moved from me to the floor. I obeyed promptly, kneeling at his feet, still slightly concerned.

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A certain someone distracted me yet again. It has been days now, and my emotions from the moment aren’t as strong, but every word is seared into my head. I shall finish telling my story though.

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“It was difficult keeping this from you, but the moment had to be perfect. Timing is everything wouldn’t you agree.”

“Yes, Sir” I said head bowed. I could feel his eyes on me, his left hands smoothing the hairs on my head.

“Look at me baby” he said softly in an odd tone, for an odd mood. When our eyes met he was quiet again for a moment. “Saturday I made promises to you: to treat you as my own body; to stick by you through thick, thin, ugly, and nasty; to love you no matter what as your husband. Today, I make promises as your owner.”

Stupid tears came, I promise I didn’t turn into a complete blubbering mess.

“Today, I promise to lead you through your journey as you accompany me on mine. I promise to not only love you as my wife, but as my submissive; to never take for granted the trust and faith you’ve put in me.”

My head fell again, the intensity too much. Surprising me, he moved to the floor with me. Kneeling in front of me, he still towered above me. His hand finding my chin, he pulled it up.”Look at me. I promise to never forget the strength and courage you displayed in choosing to be mine. I promise to own you forever.”

The box sitting on the table went unnoticed until he reached for it. When he pulled my new adornment out I thought again this is the happiest day of my life. It was so beautiful. When he placed it around my neck the cold metal sent shivers through me. It was so heavy. He stood, and held his hand out to me. I took it and followed him to the mirror. The chain maille surrounded gorgeous gemstones that match my wedding ring perfectly. His eyebrow raised at me, and his lips in a slight grin, “would you like to say anything?”

I couldn’t speak. Looking at him through our reflection in the mirror, I was able to get out two words. “Forever Sir.”

Dear Fellow Submissives

Do you ever do things purposely you know will get your D going? For some reason I feel it is against Sub rules, but I do enjoy it. Here is how it went:

Yesterday I was watching 50/50. There were a few moments in the movie where I came pretty close. The thing is I don’t cry. Funeral, extreme pain yea, but instigated by a movie? I don’t cry.  Then later I was watching the Change-Up, (seriously how many times can they do Freaky Friday?) but that movie almost got me going too. He was reading, while I was watching. So I am talking to Jackson, and I tell him how emotional I am being.

“I’ve felt like crying on and off all day, I am such a pussy sometimes. I thought maybe I needed a spanking, but you already gave me one today.”

He looked up from his book, raising his eyebrow. “You are a pussy. I happen to like that about you.” I gave him a half smile and went back to watching the movie. “Well you aren’t pms’ing.”  he started a few moments later.

“I know. I find it mildly disturbing that you keep better track of my period than I do.”

“I find it mildly disturbing that you don’t keep track of your period like I do.”

“If it’s not broke…” I trailed off, and went back to the movie. He left the room and when he came back he was holding my red collar and leash smiling. I looked at him and shook my head. He walked over to me, and placed the leash around the back of my neck, pulling my head towards his crotch. Looking up at him I shook my head no at him again.  He frowned down at me and released me. Then his frown moved to a grin. “What are you smiling about?” I asked.

“You practically ask me for sex, and then you say no.”

“You find that amusing?”

“I do today, that and I don not believe it is wise to push you right now.”

“You know what I think is funny?”

“Do tell.”

“I said ‘no’, and you didn’t do shit about it. Who’s the pussy now?” I grinned at him. His eyes, did that thing they do. What did I just do? I thought to myself

“Well in that case…” he trailed off in that tone, that made my pussy insta-wet.

So, I am wondering. Do other submissives do things to provoke that look and that tone?