I love it when my birthday falls on a weekend, Friday night and an intimate dinner was planned for seven pm at Madison’s townhouse. Dinner was to be followed with fun and no getting up for work the next day. Simply perfect. Madison and I had been together for five and half months. I’d been bringing her along slowly. Simple requests, like no panties when we were together, a small simple “M’ for Myles under her right breast made freshly when we were planning to be intimate. Fortunately she already preferred to keep her pubic area smooth and bare, so there was no need for a request, other than to stipulate bi weekly waxing done by a professional. At three months I gave her gold chain, with a lock pendent, not quite a choker. I explained the purpose of a day collar, intimate discreet, a secret only we ankara escort two share, much like her markings, and lack of underwear. She was starting to understand the beauty of submission, the trust and power that she would wield over me should she put aside her defensives and fully commit. We had discussed the significance of being collared, and she knew that it was a very meaningful step. As meaningful as marriage? I think so, certainly more meaningful than a lot of marriages I’d witnessed. A dom does not cheat or lie to his sub. The trust is deep and runs two ways. You play and work as a team. If the sub requests permission to have an emotional or sexual connection with another person, then the dom has to agree. By asking permission she is giving you a level of openness and trust ankara escort bayan that the other partner has to respect and appreciate. It is a strengthening of the bond not a weakening. A dom might meet with the other party and agree to lend his sub, he may wish to join or watch, or put other conditions in place. Madison had been on loan on and off to her roommate Suzie. This was big deal for Madison to admit that they were lovers, and brought her great relief when I stipulated reasonable terms. Suzie and I met, I respected their connection and asked that she respect ours. All I cared about was that Madison was happy, I wanted to possess Madison, but not be possessive. The two girls were starting to understand me and even trust.Arriving at Madison’s at seven pm. I noted that escort ankara the lights had been dimmed, and Madison was wearing a short robe, and nothing else. Very appropriate for a sub, she had been doing her homework. I asked if she was freshly marked and she opened the robe to show a 2″ “M” in blue sharpie under her right breast. Madison was 28, tall about five foot nine, blond hair past her shoulders, and when at home wore the most beautiful round spectacals over hazel eyes.. Her B cups were pink and pointy, and did little to hide the marking. I asked her to trace the mark with her finger and she did, just before leaning in for a very long and sensuous kiss.I had been told the menu was sushi, ordered from a very good place downtown. I had brought saki to compliment the meal. Japanese kabuki music completed the exotic mood. We sat on the couch with a scotch, eating an appetizer of warm brie and pepper jelly. Madison’s robe remained open and she was wearing the day collar I had bought her. I had requested that only I be allowed to remove it.