Still fully dressed, and his wonderful cock safely tucked away inside his zipped jeans, Tom stood at the foot of the bed and looked at me. For what seemed like hours he just stood and gazed, though in reality I suppose it was just a couple of minutes. Then, calm and unhurried, he walked around the side of the bed, knelt down and reached beneath. He pulled out the box of toys, picked it up and carried it across the room to place it on a small dresser in front of the window. His back to me, he lifted the lid and reached in. I watched—my mouth dry as he examined the contents, considered his options. I knew it wouldn’t be anything too painful—we’ve not agreed on the fine details of my submission yet, not had the ‘clothes on’ discussion that Tom seems so keen on. And I’ve yet to meet with Abbie, the fount of all submissive wisdom it would appear, and that does seem like an important step. But I knew, hoped, it would be intense. I wasn’t disappointed. Finally, he turned back to me, his expression stern.
