Today reminded me why I love serving Red, not just sexually, but in every part of life.
She was in a temper when I got home. Clearly stressed, but she named it for what it was. She didn’t take it out on me, just admitted she was overwhelmed. That alone meant a lot.
I gently pointed out that we had the house to ourselves. She paused, thought for a moment, then walked toward the bedroom. I followed her, and by the time I stepped inside, she was already in her underwear.
We kissed. She pushed me down. I didn’t say anything. I just got to work with my tongue. I added two fingers, slow and deep, pressing her G-spot just the way she likes it. She came in record time.
Afterward, she played with my caged cock for a bit. Just teasing. It didn’t lead to anything more, but it didn’t need to. That touch, after everything, was enough to make my body burn all over again.
Later, I got some oil and gave her a proper foot massage.
Now I’m cooking us dinner. Pork chops and vegetables. Simple, but made with care.
I’m still locked, still aching, still frustrated in all the right ways. But I’m not empty. I feel full because I got to please her. I got to make her feel better on a hard day. I got to serve.
This is the life I want. This is who I want to be.
I’m locked and kept by Redraven, my life partner, soulmate and loving key holder. When life is hard, she’s keeps me feeling loved.
