Valentine

Master's not much for some holidays. His birthday, he does something for his mother. Says that he was just along for the ride, while she did all the work. Doesn't even like having someone wish him a happy birthday. Christmas is much the same. Overall, simply another day. So as Valentine's day rolled around, shayla didn't give it a second thought, as it was in all likeliness to be the same. More fool her.

She had to work tonight, and Master called her about 10 minutes before her shift was over, with orders to come home, shower, get 'gussied up', and put her uniform on. Uniform being corset, her fishnet stockings, and 3-inch spike heels. All black. Shayla doesn't recognize herself when she's got them on. But it looks very good on her. Master had to run an errand about the same time she got off work and came home.

She came home, only to find that her collar had disappeared. Normally she puts it on as soon as she walks in the door but it wasn't where she'd left it, nor could she find it. Surprisingly, or, not surprisingly, it was upsetting for her. She's so used to it being on that it's hard to not have it on, and not being able to find it was acutely distressing, enough that she called Master to find out if he knew what had happened to it. He said not to worry, just do as she had been told. It took some effort not to be too upset, but she kept in mind what he'd said and obeyed.

Just as she got herself together he came home. She entered the living room, kneeling, her head to the floor as she normally does. Only when she straightened Master instructed her to put her head back to the floor, arms outstretched, eyes closed. This was followed by his moving around and the sound of chains rattling. Master had ordered some wrist and ankle cuffs weeks ago, and they'd finally been finished. After a time she was chained, wrists to collar, wrists to ankle, and ankle to ankle. He'd made good on his plans to hobble her, so that her stride would be more measured. The chains collar to wrist do not restrain her motions in the least. It was stunning, a little scary, when he was done and allowed shayla to open her eyes and go look in the mirror. Though, Master said he liked the way she looks in chains.

After taking a good long look at her, he ordered her to her duties on the computer while he finished with dinner. He sat with her for a little, wishing her a 'Happy Valentine's Day, slutling', then kissing her on the cheek near her lips before moving to the kitchen. It was this last that still leaves shayla astounded. She is kept in a low slavery, indulgences aren't frequent, and Master, to this day, has not kissed her on the lips. Such a simple act on his part brought shayla near tears.

Master'd ordered her not to eat at work, as he was planning on making a meal. Crab and lobster. Shayla's always had a weak point for seafood,and Master knows it. Seems he uses it for a treat when shayla's been performing well. One more little bit of motivation to be pleasing to him, she believes. We had dinner in the living room, simple, close, very enjoyable. Talked and joked while we ate. After shayla had picked up after the meal, he removed the ankle chains, leaving only the chains from collar to wrist. She's to sleep in them tonight.

All this was more than a little unexpected to shayla. She's so used to being in the background that something like this is stunning. And the thought that she'd not have been able to do anything for him to equal to what he'd planned brought her to tears. He laughed, said how could she do anything more than what she'd already been doing, obeying? 'That's all you need to do'

He spent some time on the computer after dinner, then turned it over to shayla. After leaving the room, he returned with a dish of chocolate covered strawberries. 3 huge ones. Shayla's not had chocolate for quite a while, it took her an instant to digest the idea of having it again.. He held one to her and commanded her to take a bite, then left the dish with her, hinting that she may wish to save the other two for tomorrow. Something she'll be certain to do. He left the room, saying she'd been doing well on her diet and exercise, though he didn't think an extra 15 minutes of walking tomorrow would be inappropriate. He's right, of course.

And astoundingly nice Valentine's Day. More so as it was not at all what she'd expected from him. Thank you, Master

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. Hopefully yours was as pleasant as hers turned out to be.

shayla