… the day continues…
You are reading the paper, I am sitting with legs around you, writing and half listening to you tell me about what is going on in the world.
I tell you to go get moisturiser and you hurry off and back. I offer my hands first, and you start there with a hand massage, I tell you not to linger, I’m hungry, so you will pick up the pace and rub me with it. I will move to give you access to various body parts and scold you if you are just playing, and you will finish with my feet, of course. You will tell me if they need attention (nailpolish chipped, rough skin, nails too long etc) to be addressed later.
Then we will dress. If I want you in something in particular I will let you know (black boxer briefs, a cute t-shirt, cargo pants, sneakers). I will tell you what shoes I want to wear so you can fetch them. You will kneel by me to put my shoes on me (wedge heeled sandals, today, it is sunny and warm), you will kiss my feet when they are shod.
You will ask me to please take your collar off before we go out and you will lay your head in my lap while I unlock it at the back. I will have you wearing something else, regardless (something around your neck, wrist, cock… something), but the collar comes off. There will be kissing with you kneeling beside me, taking the collar off is always a little sweet and sad and you are made naked without it.
You will drive, if driving is required and when we get to the cafe, you will tell me which things from the menu you can eat and I might choose which you are having. We will people watch over brunch and talk about what we will do today. I might feed you, or slide a snakey hand up your thigh and stroke or pinch or otherwise fuck with you if you are being irresistable, or push my chair back and put my feet in your lap all casual like, or do some silly thing where every time I nudge your knee you have to take a bite and watch you try and put food into your mouth when it is full of coffee because that would amuse me.
Then we will head off to wander the craft markets, or maybe go for a drive somewhere new, or maybe head to the hardware store to complete a little project (eyebolts! Hardware stores are fun), or stroll through the farmers markets to get goodies for the dinner you are making. It will be sweet, we will hold hands and discuss produce as if it’s important, earnestly and with serious expressions. And I will randomly ask for kisses when you are talking to me, and maybe notice that my sandal is uncomfortable and have you kneel down and undo the clasp and slip it off to see what is going on there, and slip it back on (did you manage to sneak in a kiss? Ok, I will give you that one).
And it will be your job to spend the day feeding my mood, you will learn how to do that, and it will mostly be unconscious if it is working. You will find my triggers soon enough, that look, that touch, that attitude, that way of being around me, and if you do it right, you will make me hunger and want to touch you, and shove you around, and you will feel it start humming, and if you are clever, you will be able to stoke it all subtle-like, like it’s nothing at all, until I get a little bit crazy and edgy with it and start banging into you, and shove you into a corner at the market and hiss in your ear that you should be naked, boy, on your knees with your face in my cunt and how I know how much you want it, and I would make you say so until I believed you and then I would want to know what else you want and slip a hand under your shirt and dig my nails into your nipple, twist and pull and keep saying ‘”What else, boy? And what else?” until you have nothing left.
Round about then, I would tell you we are going home now.
And by then it’s what… 2 or 3pm? Wow, this day has a lot of words…
…continued here: The Afternoon Part III