The Dom and The Daddy

Chapter 17: The Domestic Dom

The hard part was behind him, Zee had made the call, granted it hadn't been Saint he had spoken to but the date was a go! So NOW WHAT! He looked around his house for something, anything that needed to be straightened or cleaned. He needed to keep his hands and mind busy or he would go insane waiting for tonight. Unfortunately his housekeeper was very, very good at her job, there wasn't a speck of dust or a dirty dish in sight. Running up the stairs he checked the laundry hampers and found them empty as well. The bathrooms and bedrooms were all spotless, there wasn't even a waste basket to empty. Glancing at his reflection in the hall mirror as he passed he decided maybe a little self-maintenence was in order. Zee stepped into his master bath and stripped off his clothes, quickly separating them into the color-coded bins.

Once we was groomed and dressed in casual denim and a soft cashmere shirt he went back downstairs to busy himself with preparing dinner. He knew from Gulf, his eager spy, that Saint loved seafood and chocolate so he planned to make grilled salmon and vegetables for dinner with a chocolate souffle for dessert. He wanted it to be delicious but not seem fussy or pretentious. He wanted to impress Saint, but not seem over zealous.

Zee had taken up cooking in middle school as a way of dealing with his OCD and anxiety. He found that following the recipes and preping the ingredients helped him focus and slow his racing mind. He had quickly developed a love for food and had even entertained the idea of becoming a chef at one point in his life. It wasn't till he got older however and discovered the true calm and peace that Shibari brought him, that he found his passion. The process of knotting and weaving the ropes around a willing submissive, brought him a sense of serenity like nothing else he had ever experienced. It allowed him to see clearly the path he needed would not lead him to culinary school, but rather the entertainment industry and bar management courses. His parents never failed to encourage and support him in whatever endeavor he chose to pursue. Other than his food preferences, Zee didn't ask Gulf any specifics about Saints life, he wanted to discover those details directly from the source. As he chopped the vegetables for dinner and marinaded the salmon he thought about how he was gonna win over Saint. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so nervous about making a good impression. He knew he couldn't approach Saint like a typical submissive. Saint didn't know the rules of that particular game and Zee wasn't entirely sure he wanted to learn them, but if he did, Zee would eagerly teach him the ropes. He paused for a moment as the thought of his beauty tightly bound and hanging from the suspension frame in his playroom increased his heart rate and sent blood rushing to his misbehaving member. Shaking his head to clear those dangerous thoughts Zee glanced at his watch and realized it was almost time for Saint to arrive. Another advantage to the dinner Zee planned was he could utilize his outdoor grill and since it seemed even the weather was on his side, they could eat on the patio under the stars.