The final encounter with a wannabe sub

With the changes happening in societal practices I too changed. When I went out to get supplies, I found my inner carpenter aroused and found new doorknobs not fully understanding the desire but fulfilling the tasks. And when I arrived home I unpacked and packed my new loot. I could feel my stomach tickling me like a child on Christmas morning about to untie her gift. 
Over the years I have come to untie many of my gifts, received, dormant, no matter the form, appreciative.
He was late. Only today I smiled. It was to be our last visit, and I had not informed him yet. My smile spread. I had a feeling that this was going to be my favorite memory of him. Then I took one more opportunity to surveille my handy craftsmanship, took a relaxing breath, sitting to enjoy my wine.
He knocked. Then he knocked again, whilst I imagined him on the other side of the door being anxious, more than aware that my temper might be brewing. Only not today. Not today, today I was feeling something else. And I listened to his sounds, instructing him to enter. 
“Mistress, please forgive me, the traffic, the traffic was hideous, and I couldn’t leave early to avoid it.” Smiling I shushed him and guided his attention to the wine on the table. “poor me more.” I instructed. And then I told him to remove his clothing. And he became still stating slowly, ” You changed the doorknobs.” Smiling I nodded my head in agreement. My what a clever boy he had become, as he seemed to become alert. He was only now paying attention to the space he had entered in a way he had not done when first entering. My space had changed, and as I watched him, I also reached over the chair arm that I was seated in to take out my new strap. This was one was new, and had left its special place with him in mind. His face Slowly reddened, as he asked me for my instructions again that he had missed coming to me with a mouth full of excuses that had suddenly ceased as he began falling into character to ready to carry any and all instructions out.
Watching him I almost felt pity, then I remembered that he had been late again.

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