A Whole New World : Bound

Forgotten Business Card

The next morning, I awoke at my normal time around 10am feeling well rested.  Being the owner and Head chef at a successful restaurant was taking its toll on me and I was looking forward to training this new chef I hired.  Hunter and I had come up with a plan to train this new chef to replace me in the kitchen a few nights a week to start, giving me the freedom to focus on the business side and look into another location to open up.  I knew that I would eventually have to decide if my place was going to be cooking or business but for now, I was trying my best to do both.  Ryan leaves for work around 8, so I enjoyed taking this time of my day for myself.

I climbed out of bed and made my way into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee before heading back into the bedroom to have a shower.  While the water was warming up, I decided to start a load of laundry because that is something we have always struggled keeping on top of with our different schedules.  I picked through the dirty laundry and separated it into the normal 4 piles. Whites, darks, colours and delicates.  The delicates were both Ryan’s and my favorite pile and they brought many fond memories for wearing all of the sexy lingerie as well as what followed after I put them on.  With the clothes sorted, I made my way in for my morning shower to start my day.

Coming out of the shower, I dried off my body, put my hair up in a towel wrapped myself in my robe and walked to the closets to see what I wanted to wear today.  Being that it is winter, I tend to wear more slacks with a dress top more days then most.  There was no sense freezing even more than I had to in the cold Ontario winters.  I grabbed some slacks and a top, not really caring as long as it matched, but I noticed that both Ryan and I were getting low on pants.  I got dressed for the day and picked up the clothes in the dark pile to throw in the wash.  When we remodeled the house, we had a second laundry installed.  There was one by our bedroom and another just off the kitchen.  I really wanted my morning coffee and I could now smell it brewing, so I decided to take the laundry to the kitchen today.  I checked on the pot and I was happy to see that it had almost finished brewing so I moved back to the washer and started putting pants inside but I made sure to check the pockets of all the pants before I threw them in the washer.

On the last pair, I pulled out a card out of one of the pockets of Ryan’s pants.  Not thinking much of it because he does this all the time, I tossed it on top of the counter, threw the pants in and closed the lid.  I walked back over to the coffee maker, poured myself a cup before walking over to the island to sit down and enjoy this delicious moment while I scrolled through my emails and enjoyed a cup or two.  Once that was finished, I pulled up the menus for this week and made some minor adjustments before sending to the front and back end managers like I did every Monday.  I was thankful that I didn’t have to go into work today, but I normally spent these 2 days working anyways.  There were always vendors to research, planning to be done, payroll approval, shopping, this list was becoming too much to handle on my own and if I wanted this restaurant to be as successful as it had the potential to be, then I needed to make up my mind soon about which direction I wanted it to head in.  Hunter was a co-owner, but he was more of a silent partner and only added his opinion when I asked him.

I stood to walk back to the coffee pot to fill my cup again, when I saw that business card on the counter.  What made me look at it twice was that it was solid black.  Not many business cards are black these days.  I sat my cup back down on the counter and I picked up the card and turned it over in my hand.  On the front side, there was a simple name “Master” and an email address below.  That was the card I was given a couple of weeks ago at the club!  I thought that Ryan had thrown that out and if I was honest, I had been a little upset about it.  My mind instantly went back to New Years Eve, standing in the small room before we went out for the demonstration.  He wore black leather pants (probably pleather) and no shirt with a black mask so I could not see his face, but his body was so defined and muscular I wanted to run my hands up his chest so badly, but I did not.  I remembered his deep, husky voice as he spoke to me 

"Mmm, good girl.  Now, here is how this will work.  You do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it and you will be rewarded.  If you hesitate or do not do it, you will be punished.  Since this is just a display, it will be light, and it will be pleasant for you if you behave.  What happens out there is completely up to you.  Do you understand?"

    Just that memory alone and I was moist almost instantly as my body heated up and I felt a pulsing between my legs.  I had thought that Ryan threw out this card and if I was being honest, I was angry that I thought he had because I should have been able to do that myself if that's what I wanted to do.  Chances are, he forgot that he put it in his pocket but now with it here, right in front of me….I didn’t know what I would do.

    On one hand, I had an amazing man as my husband who loved me dearly and the only time he has ever said no to me was over this.  On the other hand, I wanted to explore this.  The dilemma we have is that yes, we are swingers-but we have rules that have worked for us for 10 years now.  We only had 3 rules, but we felt that it was what mattered to us to be able to continue having luxurious s*x and an amazing relationship.

Rule #1:  Under no circumstances did we ever play separately.  (Some couples are in open relationships or poly and whatever works for them is fine, but not us.  We only play together)

Rule #2:  If at any time, one of us was not comfortable or wanting to play then we only had to say “It’s getting late”  That was our solid and polite way of not only saying this to each other, but whomever was around would not be offended.  Granted, there may have been a few drunken nights where I would just say NO WAY!, but I tried to be as polite as possible.

Rule #3:  Protection was mandatory.  Under no circumstances was bareback allowed.  We didn’t even allow it with Hunter who had been playing with us for years.

Staring at the card on the counter, I decided that I had to either walk away from this idea or try to find a way to incorporate it and change Ryan’s mind.  But if I didn’t really know anything about it, then how would I change anyone’s mind?  So, I did the only thing I could think of doing at the time that made any sense, but still followed our rules.  I turned to Google and before I knew it, my phone went off.  It was Ryan texting me that he was leaving the office.  f**k!  I spent a good 6 hours scrolling online trying to learn what I could about this, but it was not even the tip of the iceberg!  There were so many details and things to not only look at but read up on.  My mind was reeling and I had to force myself to shut the laptop and start to cook dinner.  Ryan would be home in about 30 minutes and I liked to have dinner ready or at least almost ready for him on my days off.  I quickly switched loads of laundry, throwing the last load in the dryer and stepped into my happy place to whip up something fast and editable to eat.  The day passed by so quickly, that I realized now that I hadn’t eaten and my stomach was grumbling loudly!

Grabbing some pans, placing them on the stove.  I filled a pot of water and turned that one on to boil while I started pulling stuff out of the fridge.  Heavy cream, garlic, chives, parsley, butter, parmesan, pancetta, precooked chicken and leftover homemade pasta.  Tonight was going to be a very quick but savory, stick to your ribs Fettuccine Alfredo.  I worked fast as there was a fair bit to do for prep but I was lucky we already had cooked chicken as that saved me a lot of time.  I quickly started working away on my sauce as that takes the longest time for all of the flavours to blend.  Heavy cream and butter into the pan while I chopped up 2 cloves of garlic and some parsley and threw those in the sauce before giving it a stir.  In another pan, I put a little bit of olive oil with the pancetta and turned that on.  Then, I started shredding the cheese, pausing every few moments to stir the sauce again.  Now in with the cheese and melt it down.  I quickly grabbed some Ciabatta buns.  Cut them in half, lightly buttered then and sprinkled Celery Salt and Celery Seeds on them.  Placed them on a pan and tossed them in the oven, but did not turn it on yet.  This was my favourite place to be in the whole wide world and even though I was making one of the simplest meals, I was in my happy place doing it.

Ryan walked through the door just as I was plating our dinner.  He looked a little weary of me, but still walked over and kissed my cheek to greet me before grabbing the plates and placing them at the table to enjoy together like he always did.  I grabbed 2 glasses as well as the bottle opener while he picked the bottle of wine and we sat down to eat dinner.