Thread: A day in her life (momma X QB)

Ahh. Then, I shall keep note of such. But for now, let's get some rest. It is quite late and I want to wake up a tad early tonight. The time was getting quite late so he had to dismiss his new, hopeful slave. Perhaps tomorrow he'd start discussing times, hours and her schedule, if such permitted. He wondered if she would still be alright with such a thing, wondering if his lovely Trista would accept him becoming a major guiding hand in her life. Still, he did intend for her to carry on with her life such as going out with friends or discussing Dance class committees. Even if she was to become a slave, he didn't want to destroy her social life! Well, that's all for tonight a shame we didn't get to finish the Hobbit but I'm sure things ended on a good note tonight. Well, Good night, Trista. he said, softly kissing her forehead as he sent her off as he turned down the TV and the receiver. He didn't really sleep immediately, instead turning on the lamp light and reading through a few novels that he had promised to pick up. For a Weekend it was his habit to wake up a bit early, just so that he could condition his body to waking up early on demand. Instead, he had his mind on his lovely Trista, in all sorts of positions, many of them demurely kneeling before him, calling him master behind a wide blue ball gag that stretched her full lips apart. With a sigh, he closed up the book, wondering just what Trista was dreaming of as he fell to a deep sleep... While any dream involving ropes, bondage and Trista would have been enough to harden his member during rest, he found himself waking up, somewhat startled with his heart pounding within his chest. To see her, wrapped in ropes suspended with her eyes wide with arousal, cheeks painted a slight pink did indeed call out to a primal lust within him, but at the same time disturbed him. A part of Nathan didn't want her to be in bondage, lest she shared the same fate as a departed love of his... Panting, he soon tried to regulate his breathing, so much as to turn and look at the time 610AM. The smell of bacon sizzling was unmistakable, something that made his stomach water at the thought. After doing his stretches and gargling, he walked downstairs after he had freshened up. Morning, Trista. he called out, walking downstairs to hear music coming from the basement. The food was prepared quite nicely, almost as if she had predicted correctly when he would awaken. Smiling, he wondered where the newspaper was, seeing how when he opened the door he did not see it at all. Perhaps Trista herself had gotten it for him, that girl never ceased to make him smile as he closed the door. Walking downstairs, he made his footsteps subtle and quiet. Ah. There you are. he said, sounding rather pleased as he looked towards her, not having noticed the paper she had taken. Trista was ever so dedicated to her dream, practicing in her spare time to improve her choreography and her natural suppleness! He walked closer, softly embracing Trista. I love what you have done for breakfast, but something was missing...you. he said, softly leaning before releasing in their embrace. While I do love a great breakfast, I couldn't imagine having it without my beloved Trista. Why don't you come upstairs and we could eat together. Maybe after I can watch your dance routine! Due to unfortunate circumstances and tight schedules he had never seen her dance in public, but he hoped that her next dance he could attend. But...before that, do you have any plans for today? he asked, not making any mention of her new status as a slave or the newspaper that was missing. Most of it was gone because of the happiness he felt from her devotion and her initiative!