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Well, at about 6 pm tonight (an hour ago) M asked me to come down to
   the basement to do some of her work on our computer. She's a grad
   student under a lot of stress and so she's turns to me, her slave, to
   help her out where i can. i was already wearing the collar she's asked
   me to wear whenever i'm at home -- a standard, Wal-Mart dog chain
   collar, locked with a luggage padlock to which only she has the key.
   As is her usual practice, she attached the dog leash she keeps
   fastened to a leg of the computer desk to the padlock on my collar and
   pointed out on the screen some of the work she wanted me to do. I was
   a little dissapointed -- this being Valentine's Day eve, a night I
   thought we'd spend together -- but i tried not to let any of my
   displeasure known.
  
   M and i have a very real, pragmatic slavery arrangement. I do real
   work for her, often not erotic in the least, in exchange for the
   knowledge that she controls every aspect of my life -- a fact that i
   find intensely erotic. She controls when i eat, sleep, come...how much
   money i get, when i call in sick, who i choose as
   friends...everything. She, in return, gets total obedience from
   me...and total freedom.
  
   When she chained me to the computer, i wasn't necessarily expecting
   anything special. Besides the collar and leash, and the mandatory
   black thong i must wear under all my clothing (a thrilling, if not
   potentially embarassing touch... :) ), i'm just wearing a t-shirt and
   some flannel shorts. Nothing terribly arousing. i thought she really
   just needed me to get her work done and get it done now. So i was a
   bit surprised to see her come back down the basement stairs after
   about 40 minutes upstairs, wearing a nice dress and jewelry. She
   looked like she'd spent some time getting herself ready. She looked
   absolutely beautiful, and i didn't have a clue why.
  
   Without stopping my work (i've learned not to interrupt a task once
   assigned), i tried to read the expression on her face. It was a bit of
   a smirk -- a tight smile with something definitely lurking behind it.
   She came up behind me, checked her locks quickly, and with my fingers
   still clicking away on the keyboard, whispered in my ear.
  
   "I've got a date tonight."
  
   I exhaled quickly, but kept typing. This was a fantasy of mine, but
   not really one that i thought would become true -- not one that i'm
   sure i wanted to turn true. But God, i was excited.
  
   "But you've got work you need to finish." i could feel her breath on
   my neck. It, or my excitement, was making the hairs stand up straight.
   i got the chills.
  
   "I don't care what you hear tonight or what you think is going on, you
   are not to try and get free from this desk. You will sit, you will
   work, and you will do nothing else."
  
   i could get free if i needed to. i'd have to throw everything off the
   desk, though, and drag it across the basement floor to the sealed
   envelope M keeps in her bookcase with a copy of the keys inside. i
   know that if i were to break the seal, it had better be because the
   house is on fire or some other equally calamatous emergency. For all
   intents, i was as securely bound as if i was cuffed and spread-eagled
   on my bed (which, by the way, is quite often how i'm made to sleep).
  
   She reached beneath my t-shirt and pinched both of my nipples between
   her fingers, something that drives me wild. She dropped a hand to my
   lap and found that yes, i was (and still am as i type this) incredibly
   hard. This she found very satisfactory.
  
   "Judging by this," she said, gripping my clothed crotch, "I'm doing
   just the right thing..."
  
   i let out an audible moan and she bit my neck playfully. "That's the
   last sound i want to hear out of you until tomorrow. You work. And
   don't touch yourself." And this she dragged out. "Your Master's going
   to get fucked..."
  
   And she left, turning off the light to the basement and latching the
   door behind her. And that's where I am now, having finished most of
   her work, left to stare at a bright comptuer screen and smut on the
   Internet and imagine where she is and what she's doing.
  
   i'm nervous. i'm anxious. i'm horny as hell.
  
   It's exquisite.
  
   i'll try and let you know what happens.
  
   -slave_hubby
  
   p.s. This is *really* happening right now! :)

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