We were having vegetarian pot pie for dinner last night ~ yes, i cooked, i do occasionally ~ and i was glad that i didn’t put it in the oven before Sir got home, because He was running a little late.
He comes in carrying a plastic shopping bag and looking quite pleased. “I went to the Dom store on the way home,” He says.
i smile, “Yeah? What’dya get?” i know He means the hardware store, so i don’t quite know what to expect.
“Look!” He says, pulling it out of the package. “I’ve been wanting one of these for a long time! And it was on sale today.”
“What is it?” i ask.
“It’s a LOCK,” He says. “A big padlock. I’ve been wanting one for that rope collar you wear sometimes. There’s a smaller one I was looking at, this one’s kind of big, but it was on sale.” He grins. “And I think it will create some ~” he hesitates ~ “some sensation for you when you wear it.”
i can only nod. “i’m sure it will.” i imagine the weight of it around my neck. Yikes.
He unwraps it.
It is big. And shiny.
“It’s going to look great!” He says. “Look. Let me get that collar and I’ll show you.”
Yes, i have to agree, it t does look nice, doesn’t it?
“And,” He says, “It’s really going to look good when you wear it to the munch! Don’t you think?”
i’m smiling, “Um, yes. Yes, Sir, it certainly will.”
“Here,” He says, “Let’s try it on.”
He puts the collar around my neck. Attaches the padlock.
Locks it.
Settles it gently on my chest. It rests on my skin like it belongs there.
“That looks great!” He says. “I really like it.”
i do too. There is something intensely sensual about it.
i’m totally aware of it. It’s heavy. He says it doesn’t even weigh a pound, and He’s probably right, but it’s heavy. We talk about how heavy it really is.
He says,”If I put THAT on the chain between your nipple clamps then you’d really think it was heavy.”
Wide-eyed at the very idea, i say, “Ho-ney! That’s kinda, gosh, that’s kinda mean, isn’t it? For you? Sir? It’s really heavy!”
He says, “Well, I’ve been hanging rings on the chain. I could do it with this too.”
I say, “Hon-ey! It would pull the nipple clamp off for sure!”
“No, I don’t think it would,” He says.
“Yes, it would,” i insist.
“Not if I put it on tight enough,” He says.
i’m walking out of the room towards the study, looking for my glasses, and on the way out of the kitchen, i say, “I don’t think so. I bet you couldn’t put clamps on tight enough that this padlock wouldn’t pull them off!”
He says, with just a hint of laughter in His voice, “Really? I bet I can.”
i freeze in mid-step. O. Shit. What did i just say?? Damn. Can i take it back?
Too late. i turn to look at Him, see His grin.
Challenge accepted.
i just don’t know when the games will begin.