Caring night (Epilogue)

"Ugh." Damn today had been a dreary day. Not that anything really bad had happened, but working alone in the new office for 7 hours while it was raining outside didn´t make for a happy mood. As you enter your car your phone bleeps, Jessica has sent you a text. You open it:

"David, I understand from your call a few hours ago that you´ve had a long and dreary day and will want to relax when you come home. So, I´ve ordered some take-away to cheer you up.
PS. Your **** really wants to please her Master and is waiting in the bedroom ;)"

She really knew how to cheer you up. Already feeling better, you start your car and take off home. As you navigate through the late traffic you reminisce over the past two years. After that dinner with Jessica she´d helped you land a good job. Not through ****, just a slight polish on your resume. It was pretty much what you´d done before being laid off but two steps down the ladder.
She´d gone back to work at the FBI, but had asked to not be put back on field duty so she could be closer to you. Her request had been granted, so she didn´t have to travel all that much for work anymore and could move in with you.

Ofcourse, you´d broken up with your last girlfriend. Didn´t hurt all that much for either of you; you both knew the passion was dead. You were much happier with Jessica.

Pulling up the driveway to your house, you see Jessica wave to you from your bedroom window. Her body was hidden by the curtains, but you suspected she was wearing something sexy. You quickly park, get out, and rush in, eager to see her. After locking the door and dropping your things at the door you calm yourself a bit and walk up the stairs. Jessica calls to you from your bedroom. "I told the restaurant to not send the food for another hour, so you can have some fun before dinner Sir!" You smile, there would be a lot of fun before dinner.

Coming into the bedroom, you see Jessica kneeling on the bed, wearing only a thick leather collar and holding up a gag you both loved. It was a large squishy black ballgag with rubber attachment points for the ball so it didn´t cut into her cheeks. This meant she could wear it for some time, but not leave much of a mark that her colleagues would notice. You take the ball from her hands, and she crosses them behind her back. "Welcome home Sir, I´ve missed you." She says and opens her mouth wide. Gently but firmly pushing the ball in and buckling the straps behind her head, you grin. "I´ve missed you to Jessica. But for the evening, you will be ****, understand?" She nods, eager for the night ahead...