“Someone need a nap?” he asked.
“Yes, Master, please,” I said, surprised at how groggy I sounded.
“I just need you to stay awake long enough for me to dry you off.”
He helped me out of the tub and he quickly dried me off and slipped me back into the robe. I tried to walk back into the bedroom, but he simply said, “No you don’t,” and carried me.
I was asleep before he laid me on the bed.
Chapter Nine
Nathaniel
While she slept, I sat in the bedroom and made plans for the next day. She would still be wearing my collar, but instead of staying inside and playing all day, I thought it’d be a good idea to be outside some.
Most of the time, our weekends were spent at the estate. I enjoyed that time, but wanted to be out and about more in public while she wore my collar. We had ventured out a few times during the wedding planning, but nothing extensive. Switzerland was the perfect place for both of us to grow more comfortable sharing our collared time with others.
I made a few calls to arrange everything and then checked on her again. She was still sleeping, so I headed into the bathroom to take a shower. While washing off, I replayed the day’s events in my mind. I loved that she’d been more playful. When she felt comfortable around someone, I noticed she became more fun-loving.
It wasn’t, I decided, that she didn’t feel comfortable with me. We shared plenty of laughs during the week. Ever so slowly that side of her was coming out more and more on the weekends as well.
She was just starting to stir when I made it back into the bedroom. I checked the clock and found it was just about dinner time. I thought about heading down to the village to eat, but decided against it since we’d be out tomorrow. Quiet dinner in, then.
She rolled over to her back and grimaced slightly. “Did I oversleep, Master?”
I brushed her forehead. “There’s no such thing when you’re recovering from a scene. You can go back to sleep if you’d like.”
“No, I think I’d better not.” She stretched her arms above her head. “Don’t want to be awake all night.”
“Oh?”
“If you’re awake with me, Master, that’s one thing, but I don’t want to be tossing and turning in bed.”
We’d agreed weeks ago that for our honeymoon, no matter how frequently she wore my collar, all nights would be spent in bed together. I didn’t mind that she still used the submissive bedroom at times during the weekend, but this was our honeymoon and I’d be damned if she was sleeping separate from me.
“Point taken,” I said. “Are you hungry? I can get dinner together.”
All at once she became fully awake and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “No, Master. Let me serve you.”
On a regular weekend, she did serve me by preparing meals. I wasn’t opposed to it while we were here, but she was coming off of a scene and it had been a while since we’d played. I studied her.
“I don’t mind,” I said. “If you’re still tired and sore.”
She slid from the bed and came to her knees before me. “Please, Master. Let me serve you tonight. I promise I’m not overly tired or sore and I truly wish for the honor of serving you this way.”
My chest swelled with emotion. Whatever had I done to deserve such a woman in my life? Especially to have her as my submissive and wife.
“If you’re certain, Abigail.”
Her head tipped up. “Very certain, Master.”
I nodded. “I think we should have dinner in the living room, by the fire. You will join me.”
Joy covered her face and she hopped to her feet. “Thank you, Master.”
“Oh, Abigail,” I called as she headed to the door. When she turned back, I added, “The robe stays here.”
***
After breakfast the next morning, we took a taxi to the slopes I’d looked into the previous day. The terrain here perfect for cross-country skiing.
“Cross-country in the literal sense,” I told her as we started out.
“Really, Master?” she asked, adding the Master after verifying there was no one nearby to hear.
“Yes,” I said, starting off. “We’re going to Italy.”
Her laughter followed behind me.
For the next few hours we skied, enjoying the scenery and the company. While Abby wasn’t the most athletic person, she enjoyed skiing and we’d trained together in the gym for months before the wedding.
Not long after noon, we came to a stop in a little clearing.
“Yes, Master, please,” I said, surprised at how groggy I sounded.
“I just need you to stay awake long enough for me to dry you off.”
He helped me out of the tub and he quickly dried me off and slipped me back into the robe. I tried to walk back into the bedroom, but he simply said, “No you don’t,” and carried me.
I was asleep before he laid me on the bed.
Chapter Nine
Nathaniel
While she slept, I sat in the bedroom and made plans for the next day. She would still be wearing my collar, but instead of staying inside and playing all day, I thought it’d be a good idea to be outside some.
Most of the time, our weekends were spent at the estate. I enjoyed that time, but wanted to be out and about more in public while she wore my collar. We had ventured out a few times during the wedding planning, but nothing extensive. Switzerland was the perfect place for both of us to grow more comfortable sharing our collared time with others.
I made a few calls to arrange everything and then checked on her again. She was still sleeping, so I headed into the bathroom to take a shower. While washing off, I replayed the day’s events in my mind. I loved that she’d been more playful. When she felt comfortable around someone, I noticed she became more fun-loving.
It wasn’t, I decided, that she didn’t feel comfortable with me. We shared plenty of laughs during the week. Ever so slowly that side of her was coming out more and more on the weekends as well.
She was just starting to stir when I made it back into the bedroom. I checked the clock and found it was just about dinner time. I thought about heading down to the village to eat, but decided against it since we’d be out tomorrow. Quiet dinner in, then.
She rolled over to her back and grimaced slightly. “Did I oversleep, Master?”
I brushed her forehead. “There’s no such thing when you’re recovering from a scene. You can go back to sleep if you’d like.”
“No, I think I’d better not.” She stretched her arms above her head. “Don’t want to be awake all night.”
“Oh?”
“If you’re awake with me, Master, that’s one thing, but I don’t want to be tossing and turning in bed.”
We’d agreed weeks ago that for our honeymoon, no matter how frequently she wore my collar, all nights would be spent in bed together. I didn’t mind that she still used the submissive bedroom at times during the weekend, but this was our honeymoon and I’d be damned if she was sleeping separate from me.
“Point taken,” I said. “Are you hungry? I can get dinner together.”
All at once she became fully awake and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “No, Master. Let me serve you.”
On a regular weekend, she did serve me by preparing meals. I wasn’t opposed to it while we were here, but she was coming off of a scene and it had been a while since we’d played. I studied her.
“I don’t mind,” I said. “If you’re still tired and sore.”
She slid from the bed and came to her knees before me. “Please, Master. Let me serve you tonight. I promise I’m not overly tired or sore and I truly wish for the honor of serving you this way.”
My chest swelled with emotion. Whatever had I done to deserve such a woman in my life? Especially to have her as my submissive and wife.
“If you’re certain, Abigail.”
Her head tipped up. “Very certain, Master.”
I nodded. “I think we should have dinner in the living room, by the fire. You will join me.”
Joy covered her face and she hopped to her feet. “Thank you, Master.”
“Oh, Abigail,” I called as she headed to the door. When she turned back, I added, “The robe stays here.”
***
After breakfast the next morning, we took a taxi to the slopes I’d looked into the previous day. The terrain here perfect for cross-country skiing.
“Cross-country in the literal sense,” I told her as we started out.
“Really, Master?” she asked, adding the Master after verifying there was no one nearby to hear.
“Yes,” I said, starting off. “We’re going to Italy.”
Her laughter followed behind me.
For the next few hours we skied, enjoying the scenery and the company. While Abby wasn’t the most athletic person, she enjoyed skiing and we’d trained together in the gym for months before the wedding.
Not long after noon, we came to a stop in a little clearing.
