Mind of a submissive male.

Guard Dog

Miss, in a beautiful long navy blue dress. Sparkles line the bottom of it. Her shoulders are naked. I wear my suit and tie, dark grey in color. My tie is navy blue matching Miss's dress. We both stand in the bathroom, looking into the mirror, me directly behind her, braiding her hair. Once finished, so does a couple quick turns, and whips her hair around a bit to check my work.

"Looks beautiful Hun," she says to me as she looks up into my eyes. Our lips meet for a kiss. Her lips are blissfully soft, and her red lipstick gives them some stickiness, I can feel as I pull my lips away. As I look back down at her, she puts me in a trance. She's so beautiful. Her makeup is perfect. Her hair is slicked back so smoothly into her braid. And her outfit makes my knees weak.

My eyes catch sight of her necklace. A thin silver chain, on it hangs a promise ring, one I gave her a couple years ago, a little metal bulb that turns sunlight into beautiful colors of the rainbow, and a key. The key to my cage for the night. She loves to wear it around and show it off. I think it's so hot. She has found that if she only wears the key alone, she gets too many questions about it. I mean that's the point, is to draw in curiosity from others about my chastity key, and sometimes she'll tell the truth, depending on who asks, just to humiliate me. However, typically at bigger events like the one tonight, she gets overwhelmed by questions and it becomes annoying. By wearing the ring and the bulb too, it takes some attention off the key. She'll still get questions about the key, but certainly a more tolerable amount.

Miss slides on her heels, right before we head out the door. With her heels on, her dress was just long enough to tickle the ground in the back.

Outside a limo awaits us. A limo provided by the company Miss works for. We walk out holding hands. The driver holds the door open for us both. We climb in and drive off.

We head to a banquet, with all the employees from the company. All the employees are allowed to bring any friends and family they please, pretty much whoever can fit in the limo is allowed to come. Miss just brings me along. We both get overwhelmed by larger crowds, so we certainly like to keep each company at events like this.

We arrive at the venue. A large low light ballroom. About 200 some chairs are placed around many different circular tables. Many people where there already. Music and chatter filled the room. Miss and I walk around a bit, holding hands, as she looks for her best friends from work. She finds them at a table, and we sit with them.

"Ah the power couple of the company!" One of Miss's coworkers teased as we sat down. Many people did think we were a power couple. Probably because of the dominant and authoritative vibes Miss gave off at work. They must also assume that I am the same way, dominant and authoritative. Only a select few know about our D/s relationship, and that Miss wears the pants.

Chatter continued for awhile. Then Miss stands, and tells me into my ear over the loud music and talking, "I'm going to the bar, do you want something, Hun?"

"I'll just take a water, thanks hun." I watch her walk over to the crowded bar. A couple minutes passed before she was helped. While waiting, and tall slim man walks up to Miss. He got her attention, and they both looked happy to see each other. They side hugged, but I notice his hand get dangerously too low. As I watch from a far, my mood changes almost instantly. I know this guy. One of Miss's coworkers. Michael Jennings. Miss has posted a couple group photos with him on social media in the past from various work meetups. I've had my eye on this guy for awhile. He's 28 years old. Recently broken up with his girlfriend. His ex, Sasha Martinez, already with multiple posts about "toxic ex" this, "fuck my ex" that. I'm guessing it didn't go well. Either way, I know this guy is on the market.

They continue to stand next to each at the bar, waiting for drinks. And I continue to watch from a far. My mood is progressively getting more angry. I'm now feral, fighting the urge to sprint over there and tackle him to the ground. My sense of ownership over her is through the roof, which is about as ironic as it gets, as I'm the one under her control.