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By *ogloom OP Man 35 weeks ago
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She'd been ironing. She hadnt got dressed yet. She needed what she was ironing to wear for the day. The sweaty betty leggings weren't a problem but the tshirts and jeans or maybe she'd go for the skirt...
Suprised to hear a knock at the door she stood the iron up.
Sunday 8am and sunny.
Can't be the postman; no idea. Not being dressed she grabbed a clean towel from the washing pile and wrapped it round and headed for the door. Hiding behind it, she opened it, gingerly sticking her head out to see who it was.
It was him. She wasnt expecting him! What the fuck was he doing here.
"Oh er hi? What are you doing here?!!"
"Well let's see... I think we will start with a cup of tea." He said as he stepped foward and pushed gently on the door letting himself in as she just stepped back in suprise.
Coming to her senses slightly she ushered him in quickly in case the neighbours noticed and closed the door.
"Where is your car? And what are you doing here? I haven't got time for tea! I'm going out to the gym and stuff today. Meeting a friend for lunch and everything."
"Not pleased to see me? Of course I have time for tea now just show me the kettle."
She pointed through to the kitchen and he stepped forward past her leaving her to follow behind.
Grabbing the kettle, he took it to the sink to fill "you want one?"
"Ok just a mint one thanks. Bags are above the cups"
"The car is parked down the road round the corner. I walked here. And what am I doing here... well that depends on you as much as me."
He was dressed overly smartly. He could of been going to Church on Sunday. It was very Sunday best.
A tie. Cufflinks. 3 piece suit with a flash of a purple and turquiose lining.
" I've got to get this ironing done then I'm up and out in 20 minutes." She said glancing at the clock.
"What are you doing round here? "
"I've come to see you. It's probably time we discussed something and it really makes sense we discuss it face to face."
"What?"
"We'll get to that, no rush. Firstly how are you?" He stepped forward and hugged her and kissed her gently on the lips. It had become a way they could be when noone was watching a more intimate way of
Greeting and departing than that you'd use for anyone but your closest of lovers.
He held her firmly against him. The towel only giving her a modicum of modesty. After the firm and steady embrace he stepped back and waved his hand to the ironing board set across the room.
All characters and events in this prose —even those based on real people—are entirely fictional
(Locations of ironing changed in order to protect the true identities. But the ironing really happened in the bedroom)
She returned to it her back facing him as he made the tea the kettle now boiling.
"How are you?" ... etc etc all fine yes great etc.
"So yes. I dont know if you remember." he said steadily as the teaspoon chimed, the dark vortex opening in the cup.
" you mentioned something about dominance, related to the bedroom." He was now behind her. He had her hot mint infusion with him.
She stood still iron in her hand.
"You know that is as much about a relationship of deep trust and communication. For a sub to a dom and a dom to a sub." He said.
Quietly she said "yes" nervous for where this might be going. His brogue stamped hard on the tiles between her feet. With a slight jump she decided to put the iron down gently. As on the other side his arm came round and placed the tea on the board in front of her.
"You see I think you are a switch. And at points you could well be a good dom.. but now isnt one of those points.
"Do you understand? Do you agree? Say yes or drink mint tea."
Unsure still she said yes a little bit louder. He was over her shoulder slightly. She could feel his breath on the neck behind her ear and her nipples were hardening slightly against the towel.
The brogue moved tapping first one ankle then the other.
"Spread your legs wider"
She complied setting her legs as wide as she dare go without loosing her towel. Exposing more leg at the split of the towel 'dress' high up her thigh.
Her legs were tense.
He admired her leg tone, but rather than comment on that he just mentioned her rather tanned complexion.
"Ok so your feet are stuck to the floor now. You cant move them until I tell you." His other hand reached round and placed her mobile in front of her on the board, which hed got from the worktop near the kettle.
"Your plans for the day have changed. Ring who you need to and cancel. But don't move your feet or there will be consequences."
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