סגור.

‘Everything is ready’, she thought to herself, but went over her mental list once more. He was supposed to come over to her place after work. It’s Monday, and that meant it’s their night together at her place. When she became his, he decided they should have one night a week to stay at home and one night a week to go out. She thought it was a passing thing, one of those things men say on a first date, but he was consistent. Always.

So, she went over the list again, thinking what she might have missed. She laid out all her toys on the bed, just the way he liked it. The long belt, the short whip, the leather handcuffs, the vibrators and the plugs in 3 different sizes. When they just met, there was only the short whip he gave her. When did all those toys appear? She tried to think where she could put the nipple clamps where they wouldn’t be so obvious. Where they would still be on the bed, the way he liked it, but he would not see them so much…

It was almost time, and she was excited now, looking again and again at her watch. A few hours ago she could make herself stop thinking about him. She could stop herself from reaching for the phone, calling him, texting him. Not now. Now, she could feel him getting closer. He was probably parking by now. She looked at her watch again. She had to hurry now. She got undressed, made sure her collar was on strait, her hair tied back, then stood by the door and waited. She never knew how he did it, but he always knocked on the door at exactly 8 PM. Always.

He came in and she gently fell to the floor, placing her head near his feet. Kissing his shoes. He never asked her to do that, it was something that just happened to her, and became sort of a ritual. He would come to her home, and she would show him that everything he saw was his. The bed, the couch, her, all his. Sometimes he would walk her by the collar to the bed and play with her. Throw the toys to the end of the room and make her go fetch. At other times he would open his belt, lower his pants and let her smell him. Just bury her face between his legs and smell him. He would stroke her hair, and tell how he'd missed her.

Not this time. This time he didn’t move. She brought her head up, and looked at him. He was sweating. His eyes where blurry and she could feel his hand was warm. Too warm, she thought. She got up and held him, it was obvious he was very sick. But still, he was there on time, for her. As always.

She took him to the bed, moved the toys aside and undressed him, placed him in, covered him with the blanket and tucked him in. It was her turn to watch over him.