Mind of a submissive male.

Bday

Today is my birthday. I wake up for work in the morning to a few messages already. Miss is already up, and has breakfast prepared. I get dressed and sit to eat with her.

Neither one of us are morning people so we're both quiet and a bit grumpy. We finish our food. I stand up and reach out to grab her empty plate.

"No no no, I got it hun." She says with a soft voice and a smile.

The time came to leave for work. I gathered my things. Before heading out the door, I give Miss a firm kiss.

"Happy Birthday Hun," She said with sparkling eyes looking up to me. It was the first time this morning she acknowledged my birthday. Silly me started to think she may have forgotten.

At work, my phone would light up every couple of minutes with a message from another friend or family member. But no messages from her.

Thanks to Facebook, one of my coworkers found out it was my birthday, and leaked it to the office.
I absolutely hate being the center of attention. I'm split between being happy and thankful, and annoyed. Hugs and handshakes all around from the coworkers, but they weren't her.

Quick calls from the parents, expressing their pride and love for me. They can't wait to see me, yada yada. The love is mutual, but they weren't her.

I couldn't get her out of my mind. I began overthinking our morning encounter. She was very short with me. We didn't talk much. Was she mad at me? Was something wrong that she wasn't telling?

The day was long, slightly unproductive. Watching the clock. I wanted to go home to see her, but was anxious about it at the same time.

4:58...4:59...5:00

Finally. I pace out of the build to my car, and hurry home. As I pull into the driveway, I sit in the car for a minute, responding to a few more messages I got.

I get out and strut inside. I make eye contact with Miss from across the living room. She paces over to me, without a word. Oh gosh.

She points to the ground in front of her. I assume my sub position, down to my knees, head bowed. She pats my head.

She didn't even let me stand up all the way before she grabbed ahold of me and forced her lips to mine. Aggressive and eager right out the gate.

Okay I don't think she's mad.

We kiss passionately. I pull her hips in towards me. Our eyes closed. We dance our feet blindly to the bedroom. We've done this enough times to gain some muscle memory, so we don't have to use our eyes to make the right twists and turns on our way to the bed.

She backs me up into the bed. She slowly pulls her lips away from mine.

"Undress, pet," she says, as she turns away walking to the closet.

My heart was pounding, but I don't miss a beat. I quickly throw my clothes off, flicking my underwear off my foot right as she returns.

In her hands, Miss holds a chastity cage, pink dildo, and ring gag. As I stand at the end of the bed, she bends down to lock up my dick. It was a bit stiff already, so Miss gave me a few taps to the underside of my balls, in an attempt to soften me up. She knows me too well, and I went limp soon after.

Miss put the ring on, then slid the cage over my shaft. She closed the lock, and proceeded to clip the key onto her thin chain around her neck.

Miss took the ring gag, and held it in front of my face, prompting me to open wide. She place it snug into my open jaw, and buckled it behind my head.