Life with a girl who knows her place [m dom 44] [f sub 37] [slice of life]

Matt closed his laptop and rubbed his eyes. What a fucking day. Two members of the team — both women, both in their late 20s — had been out unexpectedly, but the deadline of course didn’t change. It fell to Matt to finish the brief and send it off their client.

He didn’t mind. He found the work interesting and the pay was, well, it was sort of embarrassing how good the pay was. If the associates were unreliable, he chalked that up to an unpleasant part of the job and a sign that the world was fucked. The whole younger generation was fucked if you asked Matt.

At 44, with twenty years in the real world, Matt had got a little jaded. *Especially* these last few years, with their trigger warnings and everything else. Matt behaved like a *monk* at work, lest some sensitive woman get the wrong idea and ruin his life.

It had been hard when he was married and barely had sex and the associates’ asses looked impossibly good. It was easier now that he had Kaitlyn. After what he did with Kaitlyn, it was honestly hard to fantasize about anyone else.

They’d met two years ago. She was seven years younger and also coming out of a divorce. He hadn’t even known he was dominant then. He’d had such a bad sex life for so long at that point that he didn’t know *what* he was, other than frustrated. But on their third date, when he asked Kaitlin where he should cum (amazed that she was giving him a blowjob at all), she had said “anywhere you want,” and he thought “that’s fucking right.”

That was all he had needed. A woman who told him he could be a man — who *wanted* him to be a man — was all it took. Matt looked at the clock. 6:15. She’d be here in a few minutes, like she was most Friday nights. He changed out of his work clothes, took a shower and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Then he sat in the living room and waited.

Kaitlyn let herself in, as she always did. He didn’t get up to greet her. He knew right now she was taking off her uniform and folding it in his entryway. She’d get the restraints he’d left out for her and then come she’d come and sit by his feet.

Naked. The way he wanted her.

The restraints were simple. A collar attached in the back by a leather strap to two cuffs. Simple but effective.

“How was work?

“Crazy. The hospital was a madhouse. I’m absolutely beat.”

“Tomorrow will be fun though. We got tickets, remember?”

“Mmmhmm.”

They talked like this, casually, while he fastened her collar and put on her cuffs. It was only when the cuffs were on and locked that things changed. She leaned forward and rubbed her face in his lap, moaning softly.

“Tell me what you are, Kaitlyn.”

“Your slut.”

“And what can I do, Kaitlyn?”

“Anything you want.”

“Did you behave this week?”

Kaitlyn was continuing to rub her face against his pants, her cheek brushing against his cock.

“For the most part.”

“How many times?”

He’d told her a long time ago that she didn’t have *rules.* He had *expectations* and it was up to her whether she abided by them. There would be consequences when she didn’t but it was her choice if she touched herself without permission.

“Just once, Daddy. I’m sorry. I was so thirsty.”

He knew she didn’t have to tell him. He’d never know otherwise. She *wanted* to tell him —for him have authority over her.

“You can’t even wait a week?” His voice hinted at amusement rather than exasperation.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I thought about last time and it just happened.”

“What should we do about it, Kaitlyn?”

“You should let me suck your cock, Daddy.”She lifted her head up, and looked up at him expectently.

Matt took his left hand and held onto Kaitlyn’s ponytail. He lived with so many rules — rules at work, rules walking down the street. It could be suffocating. Which was why it felt so good to do something that *no one* was supposed to do.

He pulled her ponytail tight with his left hand, and leaning forward, slapped her across her cheek with his right. He didn’t do it especially hard — just firmly enough to shock her and so they could both hear the satisfying *slap*.

She opened her mouth as if to say something then closed it. But he could see a smile breaking out. Shy, half-hidden, but a smile nonetheless. She liked it as much as he did.

Tomorrow they’d go to the concert and do what normal couples did. Not now, though. He had placed his thumb between her lips, and Kaitlyn was sucking on it gently.

“Looks like someone needs to learn her lesson.”