My Monster

Chapter 6

A year has passed since that day, and other than her complete control over me, and my devotion to her, a lot has changed. I'm now a permanent employee of the firm, and a full time companion and slave of Lucy's. We are an extremely happy couple. My mornings are spent at the office as Lucy's assistant, and my afternoons are spent at home, preparing for her arrival home from work. It's my job to anticipate her needs on a domestic level, as well as a professional level. We compliment each other emotionally like very few couples do. From the outside looking in, vanilla people see a happy couple, enjoying each others company in a genuine and loving fashion. However behind closed doors, there's a well rehearsed protocol that engulfs all things D/s. We are soul mates, and although she loves to hear my opinion on daily issues, ultimately she will always have the final say. Quite frankly, that is the only rule I must obey, as all expectation of me will stem from that simple instruction.

We still do have a very good relationship with Kelvin and anne and visit them frequently. I don't attend munches at the Heuther any longer but our closest friends that we spend the most time with are hardwired lifestyle people.

As for me, I'm happy beyond belief. It never occurred to me that I could ever be so emotionally complete. My monster within is no longer a monster I hide, but a part of me that Lucy loves to see, and needs to be happy herself. And so, with our first year almost behind us, I took it upon myself to find her an anniversary present. Something that she could always remember this special moment by.

One evening, while we subs were preparing dinner, at a regular get together with kinky friends, a Domme brought with her a catalog that contained all kinds of D/s niceties. Among the many beautiful things this catalog contained, was a simple black leather corset that caught Lucy's eye. After dinner, kneeling at Lucy's feet in a lounge area, she pointed it out to me in a casual manner, asking what I thought of it. Of course I loved it, and I knew the exact pair of sandals that would set the whole thing off.

"My boy you certainly have a passion for my shoes," she said crossing her legs and placing her feet to rest in my lap.

Immediately after dinner, I set the plan in motion. Anne and Lucy's measurements were exactly the same, so much the same in fact, that they constantly bantered back and forth about borrowing and returning each other's clothes. Confirming that I would be able to receive this corset before our anniversary I placed the order and grinned from ear to ear knowing Lucy would love it. As the weeks went by, our anniversary was only two days away. Panicked, I called the manufacturer to find out where the corset was. The man on the other end of the phone explained to me that my order had already been shipped, and that I should have received it by now. I was a mess. I called anne and explained my situation but she had no suggestions for me. What would I do? I had already purchased and wrapped the sandals to go with the corset; I badly wanted this to be so perfect for her. I felt sick to my stomach, much the same way I did that day I couldn't find Lucy's tea cup in the lunch room a year ago.

The following day, a Friday, I arrived home battered from the thought of not having the corset in time. I checked the mailbox with fingers crossed, but alas, it was empty. My heart sank to my knees. I went on with my day, preparing for Lucy's arrival, but devastated that my plan had not worked. When she finally came in the door, she didn't find me kneeling at the door to greet her, but saw me pleading to someone on the phone for an explanation. I was on the phone with FedEx, using words that a proper submissive man wouldn't normally say. With no further explanation and no corset in my possession, I slammed the phone down on it's cradle.

"Who was that you were on the phone with boy?" I heard her say.

Startled to no end I turned to her and said, "Ah, nobody Ma'am."

She looked at me sternly. It was at this moment that I realized two things. One, that after a whole year of obedience, for the first time, I was not in my proper place to greet Lucy when she came through the door, and two, that I couldn't tell her who was on the phone without ruining the surprise.

"That certainly didn't sound like nobody," she said with an escalating annoyed tone.

I was speechless. I watched, as her face became very irritated, and her eyes darted back and forth from and to each of mine. The deathly loud silence was broken by a single finger snap. A queue that I had learned so well.

Instantly, I dropped to my knees. With feet together I bent at the waist and placed my forehead on the floor only inches from her feet. Resting my elbows on either side of my head, I clasped my hands behind my head, and remained silent.

"Not only were you not in place when I arrived home," she began with a stern voice as she paced around my humbled position, "you've deliberately hurt my feelings by lying right to my face. I expect shortcomings from you my dear boy, and have used punishment as a means to correct them, but lying is not a shortcoming. It's occurred to me at this instant that perhaps you just may not be the man for me"

"PLEASE MA'AM!" I hysterically cried, "let me explain…"

"I'LL HAVE NONE OF IT!" She shouted cutting me off.

With head hard pressed on the floor, emotion overcame me, and I began to weep. My state was so pitiful, that I hadn't heard her leave the room and return. Straddling my back, she pulled my head back with a fist full of hair. I was defeated. I felt her buckle the ring gag head harness on. My silence was certain.

So here I find myself. Feeling shame and guilt, fettered for punishment on the floor of her closet. I've no idea how long I have been here, or how long I will remain. Perhaps I'll get a chance to explain at the very least, or at the very worst, she may even release me as her slave. What started out as good intention could very well be the act that ruins my relationship with a woman that I'll never find a replacement for. She is the only one who will hold my heart in this way. What have I done?

Jarred, I awake when I hear the opening of the closet door. It is dark and I had no account of how long I'd been there, I suspect night had fallen. My knees burned and my jaw ached but not near as much as my heart cried for a moment to explain myself. Her hands reached in and released the short chain holding my collar to the floor, as well as the strap that held the top of my head back in such a severe manner. The spreader bar was also removed giving me a chance to change my position and stretch my limbs which had been held in the same spot for hours. The gag however was left on, and my humiliating drool continued to flow. I was disappointed that she had not removed it, as I was literally chomping at the bit to tell her why I had done such things and disappointed her.

Not being able to see in the dark room, I felt the strap around my scrotum tighten as she pulled it forward, urging me out of the closet on my knees. I was guided to the middle of the room at the side of her bed.

"Not a word boy, not a single word," she said as I felt her reach for the lock that held the head harness on and the ring gag in.

As it popped from my mouth, I worked my jaw to regain some feeling. Just to be able to swallow my spit was somewhat of a new thing for me. My arms burned and I was shaking feverously.

"Now," she said, "look up at me and listen carefully what I have to say because I've been thinking very hard."

I looked up into the darkness and I knew what she was going to say. I felt shredded. After all this time and with good intentions, she's going to release me. What will I do? Just then, I heard the click of a light and there she stood before me, wearing the corset I had ordered, the sandals to match, and nothing more. My mind was a mass of short circuits as I kneeled there with my jaw wide open.

"You're thoughtfulness far exceeds anything I could possibly imagine my dear boy. I love this corset as much as you love these shoes. To see you so tormented these last couple of days has been an exquisite sight for me and one I'm glad I didn't pass up. I knew you'd be hurt, but it's raw emotion such as this that makes me very proud and blessed to have you. I love you very much." She said

I smiled and relief washed over me like a tidal wave in a hurricane. She'd pulled my emotional strings again, strings that she always will have complete control of. It's amazing to me the amount of control she does have. Not only did she own me, but she owned my mind and its exercises like this she'd use to remind me of it.

"Happy anniversary Ma'am," I said, "I love you more than anything, you make me proud to be yours."

With that, she laid back on her bed, stretched out with legs bent, the heels of her shoes pressing into the mattress. I watched as her body writhed inside the confines of her new corset, and her hands traced its edges. Indeed she was happy, as was I. In an almost dreamy like state, she turned to look at me kneeling beside her bed, and pointed to her pussy.

"HERE!" she said sternly.

Grinning like the proudest boy on earth, I knew exactly what she expected of me and I was all too happy to oblige.