By the Christmas lights with Chloe
I kneel on the floor waiting for Taylor. My eyes focus on the Christmas lights on the tree in the corner of our new living room.
This isn’t exactly our first Christmas, but it is. A milestone, we’ve been together for six months. Our website is new, but it’s gaining subscribers steadily. In a perfect world, we’d both quit our jobs and do sex work full time. Except Taylor would never quit, he likes his job.
His ex may have had a point; he is perfect. Too perfect for her. I will take him.
I wonder what Mr. Perfect has in store for Christmas. He insisted on showering before we exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve. He looks amazing when he comes out wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Sometimes I can’t believe he’s mine. And he loves me.
I push a coffee mug on the table. “I made it with love.”
He kisses me. “And impatience.”
There are several boxes with our names under the tree. One is parent appropriate and the rest will be naughty.
We exchange the appropriate gifts first. For him tickets to a concert; and for me a new camera and tripod. He gets a long weekend of full submission, a paddle, and a key chain that says Sir on it.
. I also receive panties, lacy and some with funny things across the ass labelling me his, and a “get out of punishment free” card. The last box holds a necklace box and a larger box. I open the necklace first, its two silver chains held together by an infinity symbol. “It’s beautiful,” I say, looking up.
“Open the other one.”
Inside the box is a black leather collar. I pull it out and he comes over and plucks it from my fingers. “Chloe. Will you be my submissive?” He kneels in front of me, holding the collar before me.
He wraps it around my neck and fastens it around my me, fastening it at the back of my neck. I run my fingers across it, across the D ring on the front.
“The necklace is your day collar, when we play you will wear this one.”
He leans in so his lips brush against mine. “I own you.”
“Yes Sir. I am yours.”
He nips my bottom lip. “Strip down.” While I undress he turns the lights off, letting the colored lights on the tree illuminate our skin, as he lays be on the floor and shows me how I belong to him.