"Who Makes the Rules Around Here?"

Slave stepped in it yesterday.

It was at the end of our days. Slave was out of the shower, after a bracing bike ride home from the office in some late summer sun.

Mistress was changing after her own bike ride through our neighborhood. Our plan was the head to the grocery store to stock up for a family dinner this evening.

Mistress was sliding into a short sundress. More "around the house" attire than "go to the market" garb. That's where Slave made his big mistake.

"If we're going to the grocery, is this too revealing, Slave....?"

I took a look, saw a hemline that ended at mid-thigh, and expressed my POV.

"Not if you wear undies, Mistress....."

She gave me that look....

"Since when do you make the rules around here, Slave...."

Oops.

"After a long day in business attire.... then a bike ride.... it's nice to air out the parts, Slave."

Who could argue with that proposition.

"And who's going to  notice anyway?"

"I suppose no one, Mistress, as long as you don't bend over to get something off the bottom shelf....and I suppose that's what Slaves are for...."

"Exactly, Slave...."

The subject was dropped as I settled between her thighs for some end of day, pre-grocery shopping worship. Once Mistress had been sufficiently pleased, it was agreed that the punishment for impertinence would be wearing my cock cage today.

That seems more than appropriate, particular since Mistress has a lunch date with a would-be suitor who has been texting her for the last few weeks. At least I won't be tempted to breach the "no touch" rule downtown in my office as I contemplate what comes of that lunch date.

"Make sure you have that ring in place when you come back to bed in the morning, Slave.... it always makes your cock a little harder."

"Yes, Mistress."