THE LONG WEEKEND
Part one



Pulling into the driveway, I shut off the car and sit quietly think about what I will see when I open the door. You have never disappointed me in the past, and I am quite sure you will follow your directions to the letter. You are well aware that I can be kind as well as cruel, and the punishment can be as gently as being sent to bed, or as severe as spending a weekend without My touch on your skin.
Opening the front door, I am not disappointed. You are kneeling there in the foyer, bathed in the light of dozen of candles, clad only in your tightest leather corset, silver collar and cuffs, eyes down. Your hair is done up perfectly, and a cursory glance tells me that every bit of unwanted hair has been waxed off your golden skin.
“Welcome home, Master” you say in a strong clear voice, “I am honored to be in Your presence” as you lean over and kiss each boot in subjugation.
“Thank you pet, it is good to be home, and to see you have completed the first part of your instructions correctly”
“As it always should be and shall be Master” you reply as you have been trained.
“Look at Me cunt”
You raise your lovely green eyes to Me, a look of fear, desire, anticipation, longing, surrender swirling within them.
“Very good pet, you have done your eyes exactly as I desire”
“As it always should be and shall be Master”.
I smile at you and grasping the ring on your collar pull you to your feet. I am pleased to see that you did not automatically avert your eyes as your other Doms have instructed, but have held My eyes.
“You may now take your eyes from Me, and show Me the dinner you have prepared for Me”.
A quick flutter of disappointment seems to pass over your face as you turn to lead Me to the dining room.
“Fear not cunt, you will have ample time to feel My touch and show Me how deep your devotion is. I have taken tomorrow off, giving us 3 days until Monday to play”.
You turn to smile at the news, but are greeted with a sharp slap across the cheek.
“Eyes front, you were not given permission to turn!”
“I am sorry master, I…”
“Enough! Perhaps this weekend will require some additional training”
I see the flush of your skin through your tan, knowing it would come. I have let her know that I am disappointed in her, which is the greatest punishment from Me.
“Your body betrays you, as always pet, it can hold no secrets from Me.”
“Yes Master, I know there are no secrets from you” you reply meekly.
Entering the dining room, I see that all is in perfect order. A low Japanese table has replaced our dining room table. A series of cushions on one end front a setting for one.
“Well done pet, I trust you did not have too much trouble removing and storing the table?”
“It was difficult Master. The table was heavy, and awkward, but I was able to do as you requested. No task is impossible if it is another way to show my love and devotion to you.”
I smile at the answer. You have learned well, better then anyone I have ever trained, actually more then I could have dreamed of. Breaking you of all the things you have learned from others, then teaching you how and why you are My sub has taken many years, but not one day has been wasted.
“You are the perfect sub cunt” I smile as I touch your cheek.
I feel you lean into My palm, the longing and love baking off you. “I am blessed to have found You Master”.
“And I you, pet, you may remove My jacket and shoes now.
Moving quickly and assuredly from years of practice, you step behind Me, correctly removing My jacket from behind. Moving to the closet you straighten it on a hanger and carefully place it on the hook. Kneeling on the floor, you untie the laces of first the right then left shoe, only then removing them in turn as you have been trained. You take My hand and place it on your shoulder, quickly kneeling to give Me something to lean on as I lower Myself to the cushions.
Years of practice have taught you to remain in this position until I have released you.
“You may serve Me now pet.”
You rise quickly and with careful attention to your posture move into the kitchen to get My dinner. As I watch you walk, I eye you from behind. You know I am looking, but unlike others who have attempted to serve Me, you do not put on an exaggerate walk. You hold your head proud, back straight aware of how good you look from behind. The 6” heels accentuate your legs, and your exposed ass cheeks have been toned to perfection. You are proud of your new body, proud that you have worked hard to present to me My ideal, soft curves and toned muscle.
I smile to Myself, knowing what you are thinking. I have never cared what shape you are in, other then in how it affects you. Knowing you are proud of your accomplishment with your body makes you a better person. A better person is a stronger person. A stronger person is harder to tame, making Me stronger by being able to tame you. You have done well pet.
Staring at the flickering candle flame, I think back to our first night together. After months of pursuit through an online bondage website, we finally met. I remember looking up at you on your balcony, My first sight of you in person. You were dressed incredibly sexy, but it was your eyes and smile that won Me.
Knowing what other first dates with perspective Doms had been like, and how bad the relationships had turned out for you, I thought I would put you off your game. You were stunned that instead of going out, I cooked a steak dinner for you, telling you to sit and enjoy. I could see the look of bewilderment on your face, while I cooked. How strange it must feel to you, I thought when I served you. As you later learned, I wanted to see how you reacted in this situation. I know you kept waiting for Me to slap you or force you to the floor to eat, and when neither happened I finally saw what I was looking for, a look of wonder. Yes as you found out, there are Doms out there that understand that a sub is a person as well, and that a true D/s relationship is something deeper then a slap and a command. You knew by the end of our first date (sexless and sceneless) that you had found The One.
Your approach brings Me back to the present. Carefully placing the plate in front of me, you kneel at My side, and place the linen napkin on My lap. The wine you have chosen you present to me for My inspection. I nod and you pour me a taste. A quick sip tells Me the wine appreciation classes I sent you to have done the job, and I nod My head at you to fill the glass. You pause and wait for My command.
“It looks perfect pet, you may feed Me now.”
With practiced ease, you Take up knife and fork, and begin to feed Me. The steak is done to perfection, and I smile knowing that it was cooked on the grill out back while you stood nude in front of it. The neighbors had long since learned that seeing you nude out back is an almost nightly occurrence, and some of the men in the neighborhood have approached Me about how great it would be to have their wives as obedient as mine is. Knowing that they lack the strength to train a sub as I do, I usually smile and just tell them what a great wife you are. Later some of them learned how well trained you are.
I watch you as you feed Me. Years o