Domme Marie is dressed to play at the beginning of a long weekend. Her sub Kate can’t wait, either. She’s been looking forward to this weekend for ages.
But Kate suffers from severe arthritis and is a chronic pain patient. In the past, her medical condition has often been the cause of failed relationships. How will strong and confident Maria handle Kate’s condition? Can they overcome this obstacle in their otherwise perfect world?
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Today there was no suit. Maria was dressed in black slacks and a thin black sweater, and Kate’s pulse began to race as Maria was dressed to play.
“Morning, babe,” Kate managed to croak out, going to Maria at the sink and kissing her cheek, when really, she wanted to go straight to her knees there and then.
They had worked to balance things between them, between being a couple and being domme and submissive. Kate was not a twenty-four-hour sub, even though Maria sometimes tempted her to try. In work, Kate ran a bakery and was the boss. Maria was a social justice lawyer, so her domme tendencies came in useful in court rooms.
Neither of them could keep every part of being a dominant and a sub from their everyday lives, but Kate had never had the urge to submit every aspect of her life to another person's control, especially being a chronic pain patient. She often needed to be in control for her health’s sake, and her inability to give herself over had caused problems with other lovers in the past.
Things had changed with Maria, who never treated Kate’s arthritis like a burden on their relationship, and never demanded Kate give up control over things like choices about her medications and such. She’d had a domme who wanted her to change a medication that helped her pain because it caused her to gain weight. Maria loved her as she was, every inch, and respected that Kate had been living with her body and its medical faults all her life. She knew best, and so Maria deferred to her regarding it.
“Hello, sweetheart. You seem bright. Good sleep?” Maria asked, picking up two plates of pancakes from the counter and taking them over to their kitchen table. Kate followed but did not sit when Maria did. She was feeling a little on edge, a little anxious. A three-day weekend meant they had lots of time to play. She knew they’d made no plans outside of the house, but she didn’t know how long Maria was going to keep her waiting.
“I guess. I remembered my night meds at the right time, so I don’t feel off, pain wise. You were right. The alarm was helpful.” Kate didn’t know what to do with her hands. She wanted to touch Maria, but she felt the need to ask permission first, and was feeling tongue tied in case Maria wanted to just relax and not play.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You can sit, or do you not want to? Breakfast is usually your favorite meal of the day.” Maria looked up at her carefully, and Kate knew she was being assessed.
“Can I be honest?” Kate asked. She didn’t want to ruin a quiet morning, if that’s what Maria had planned, and kink was not always in the cards. They did many things outside of playing: meals out, hobbies, a social circle that didn’t even know about their roles in the bedroom.
“Always, my sweet girl,” Maria said, reaching out and taking Kate’s hand as she stood beside her.
“I’m feeling,” Kate broke off for a second. “It’s hard to find words. I’m tense, anxious. I want to play, to submit. It’s been a while since we had so much free time together.”
Maria stroked Kate’s hand with her strong fingers, brushing over the silver promise ring on Kate’s finger, a similar but thicker silver band on her own hand. Kate had joked that the rings were just a socially accepted way of collaring your mate. “You want me to be your domme?”
“Yes. I mean, you always are, but I want you in charge. I don’t want to make choices, I want to please you and be pleased and be looked after,” Kate explained in a rush.
