Sir sat down in his chair next to me and began to run his fingers through my hair. I smiled and snuggled closer of my own volition and nestled against his leg. I rested my cheek against his jeans and closed my eyes. this was where I belonged, this was what I loved, the quiet moments, the tender moments. Not that I didn't also adore the streetched out, chained up, getting hit with various implents part too. That always reminded me of how much he loved me and how he would take care of me, bringing me to the edge, and pushing me.


"I'm glad you didn't sleep the day away."

He began talking and we exchanged the usual pleasantires, how we slept, how breakfast went. Then it was time to discuss the day. It was a Saturday, I had the next few days off, and Sir was mainly about relaxing and us jsut being together. It was perfect for me. I would have been content staying by his feet and watching a movie, but it seemed he had other plans.

"Is there anything you'd like to do today?" He asked. Mischeif lit up my eyes as the answer he knew was coming was nearly whispered so un-innocently towards him. " And I don't mean me, wench." ith that he ruffled my hair a bit rough, as if trying to shake the thought of sex from my head. It was glued, doubtful it would ever come loose.

"Well Sir... we could.." I paused a moment to think what was possible to do with the day. It was warm for november so doing something outdoors would be fun, but naked would be a bit nipply and extremeties might get too cold if my whole body was exposed. And then it hit me.

"Could we go down to the water and climb on the rocks? maybe bring a lunch or something so its not totally boring for you Sir." He leaned back in his chair and i kept my chin on his knee. He was thinking I could tell by his face, the only question was, what in hell was he thinking. It looked like he might say yes but he could say no. He turned to look towards the kitchen, and then looked back towards the television.

"You know, why not. I'm going to step into the bedroom for a bit, and why don't you pack up something for lunch, we can certainly head over there. " I kissed the top of your knee and headed to the kitchen to make some lunch for us. The rope trailed behind me as I went the loong way to the shelf, passing by the table and the counter as i moved. I grabbed a few small plastic bags, and packed some pretzels and snack. I filled out nalgene bottles with water and took out a few propel packets just in case.

The door to the bedroom closed when I went to the fridge to decide if I was going to make sandwiches or heat up some soup to bring. I still had tiffany's picnic basket and I knew I could use that to bring lunch in so maybe some soup was in order. I heard something open, but all the noises were muffled in the distance. I had no idea what was going on, but oh well, maybe he was looking for a disc of some sort.

The cream of chicken soup was warmed and inside a container to keep it warm for the short drive out to the water. Five minutes from the water is not bad. Everything was ready, and packed in the basket on the table. Bowls, spoons, sammiches, snack, drinks. Check. Wait no. I turned to the cupboard and grabbed a blanket and set it on top. now we were set for a picnic. As comfy as the rocks are, the blanket would help with the cold when we sat down to eat.
"Sir? Can I come in, everything is ready except for me?"

The door opened and everything looked normal nothing seemed to have been moved but his comnputer was off. "Sure baby, get dressed and I'll walk the puppers and pack the car." Without a thought, he bent down and untied my ankle so I could put on some pants. " Oh and there is a little something on your desk chair, make sure you wear that today." I glanced to the chair. I saw something on it, it looked like one of my shirts.

"Yes Sir" and with that I turned to get ready for the day at the water. I pulled on my jeans, and grabbed a tank top, and tipped over the back of the chair to see what was on it.  It wasn't my shirt, it was my black fleece.  And underneath it something I wasn't sure I would ever think he would want me to use, or thing to tell me to use.  I tilted my head and stared at it for a moment.

Underneath my black fleece was two small black weighted balls connected to a string.  I was in a bit of chock, Sir never picks out my the toys from my drawer.  Thats not usually him, I tip my head like the puppy does when he's trying to be cute, only I am confused. I scratch my head, and reach for it, sliding my jeans down jsut enough to pop them inside of me with the little plastic cord outside of me.  The denim slides back up over my hips and adds just a light bit of pressure.  I toss the fleece over my head and glance around.  I know where we're going, I know I will want to be barefoot. But I know that he'll want me in real shoes. 

"Sir? You in the house?"

"Maybe..."

" Sir can I please wear my sandals so that I can climb the rocks easier..." Oh crap I can hear him laughing, thats the you really think I'm going to say yes laugh, quick avert tactics. " I will bring my sneakers for when we are done, if we do anything else and if my toes get cold. Please my Sir?"

"Alright, but you better bring your sneakers.  Don't be sly and 'forget' them."

" Thank you Sir." I bound out of the bedroom door socks in hand and flip flops on my feet and kiss his cheek.  "I love you."

"Wench. "

"Yes I am."

"Grab  the basket and your sneakers." With a grin on my lips I reach down for my sneakers by the door, and grab the basket with my other hand.  Sir has the blanket, which looks awfully bulky, and the keys holding the door for me to pass.  I make my way towards the car, and I can hear the bolt slide into place and  his boots on the stairs behind me.  Little did I know that Sir was planning on being devious at the water.