I’ve been waiting for this moment. We have discussed it, and you told me how much it would please you. But as usual, you are patient and wait for me to get comfortable with yet another baby step in  our relationship. Not pushing, just reassuring me time and time again how much you would love it. I have been at this point several times. Telling myself, today I will do it… only to chicken out at the last moment.

Not today. As I hear your truck driving up to the garage, I clear my throat nervously and toss my hair back. I’m nervous and cold and yet I’m thrilled and a little aroused. I slide onto the floor on my knees, my feet tucked under my bottom, hands behind my back. I look down, take a deep breath and close my eyes as I hear you walking up to the door.

When you open the door, I can hear your gasp as you see me, like you have told me so often you would love to find me when you come home. On my knees, wearing nothing but your collar.

“Well, well…” you say, amused.

Barely audible I whisper: “Welcome Home, Daddy.”