bookofbaitnate:

allbecauseoftheboys:

I put the pot over my head and scream. I’m a totally 100% screwed. Wednesdays are chili nights, not fish nights! How could I think it was Thursday? Ever since I moved in with my Dom for the summer between college semesters, I had totally lost myself in low-key subspace these past few days. Yesterday, we had eaten out for dinner which probably contributed to my confusion.
Somehow, this mistake eluded me through-out the entirety of my morning chores. I even put the fish out to defrost, then prepared Sir’s lunch and put in the refrigerator like normal. It was only when I got halfway through making my own PBJ sandwich that my brain kindly informed me that Thursdays are when his Sir has lunch with his father. Today, He was at the gym and would be home any moment now and discover that house didn’t smell of chili. My Master didn’t own a slow cooker so it had to be done in same pot which was, at this time, on my head and full of air.

Oh shit. What do I do? Even if I put the chili on now, it won’t be done in time for dinner. I lost the entire morning. Shit shit shit. I’m going to punished for this for sure!

[Kept Boy Problems #4 – Too focused on role as sub, forgot what day it was. That’s a paddlin’.]
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Original picture is from DeviantArt here, but reblogged from buzzerguy via fazing.

There was a part of me that wanted to cry. I had let my Sir down. I had failed in my expected duties. I had one job. One job. That was to follow his schedule. And I failed.

I found myself yelping when I heard the door unlock and I knew. I just knew I was totally fucked tonight. But when Sir came into the kitchen, his eyes heavy and his body looking weary, I got a sense that something was very wrong.

“Sir?” I asked. “How was your day, Sir?”

“Oh, Aiden. Hi. Didn’t see you there.”

I froze again. Sir didn’t address me by my name unless something was wrong. He opened the fridge, looking around for something. Again, this was weird. He closed the fridge and looked at me; he wasn’t stern like himself. He looked bewildered and somewhat confused.

“What’s for dinner?” He asked me. I blinked in bewilderment! Sir was very OCD about his schedule.

“Sir are you alright?” I asked, coming to his side quickly.
 ”Did you have a good workout, Sir?”

“Haha, no. Had to skip the gym and stick around the office. Budget cuts and bullshit. That stuff. Fuck I’m tired.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t have the chili ready, and I’ll take whatever punishments you deem fit, Sir.” I apologized. Now I felt really bad.

“Oh cut the crap, Aiden. Maybe I’ll punish you tomorrow. But right now….. Just sit with me. That’s what I need right now.”

“Yessir.” I followed.

“Actually grab the wine and some glasses. I could use that to.” He pointed back to the kitchen as he went into the living room. I obeyed, still concerned but eager to help get Sir back to normal. We eventually sat down on the couch, and he turned on the TV, pulling me close to him. He points to the bottle and I pour us both glasses. Normally I don’t drink without his permission, but he told me to drink and not wait for him this time. It must have been a really horrible day at the office! Sir is not…. usually this intimate. At least not around dinner time.

“Are you alright, Sir?” I asked. “Is there anything I can do for you, Sir?”

“Don’t call me Sir tonight. Just….. sit with me.” He ordered.

“Yes Si- Uh, certainly.” I felt so weird not calling by his title! But I leaned in, and Sir put his arm around me, fingers stroking my bare chest. He pulled me close against his torso, tightly. Firmly. He wasn’t like this, not until after prepping me for sleep- when I had earned the privilege of sleeping in his bed, and not usually in my cage. We ended up watching a multitude of sitcoms, some comedy shows, the news, and always I kept watching, waiting, wondering if Sir would be okay. After downing a couple glasses of wine, his hand lowered, caressing my stomach, as well as the waistband of my underwear.

“Would you like a massage, s…. would you like a massage?”

“No.” He sighed, but turned to face me. “You always put my needs before your own, Aiden.”

I stammered out “Well, you’re my Sir. It’s what I do. I like to make you happy, Sir.”

He gripped me tighter. “Were you worried I was going to be angry?”

“Very much, Sir.” I responded. “I know you love your chili, Sir.”

“Fuck the chili.” Sir leaned his head against mine. “I don’t care that you weren’t ready tonight.”

“Um, really Sir?”

“I work with a bunch of bastards.” Sir said. “A bunch of snakes. Backstabbing motherfuckers, every single one of them. They’re only alive because the government frowns on me throttling them.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“But you know what?” Sir asked, our eyes meeting. “That shit doesn’t bother me. As long as I got my Boy, and he actually gives a damn about my needs. Even when I treat you like garbage, making you lick my boots and suck down my cum.”

“Those are not punishments, Sir.” I said, unable to conceal my smile.

“I know. But…. I just want you to know I appreciate you, Boy.” Now he seemed like his old self, which brought a flutter back to my heart.

“Thank you, Sir.” I embraced him.

“Okay boy. Unzip my pants and suck my cock. Lord knows I could use your throat right now.” He released me and leaned his head back on the couch cushions.

“You got it, Sir!”

Baitnaite, I am speechless. This is such an unexpected but great ending. Let’s do this again sometime *____*