Red Letters, Black Ledger (Quantum Tangle x InsertNameHere)

[Quantum Tangle]

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RED LETTERS, BLACK LEDGER
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A Story Of Submission, Romance, and Trust​
COMPLETE DEVOTION​​

5:53 PM, only a few until Dinner. A lavish kitchen space streamed with order, efficiency, and wealth. Even dirty dishes and pans had a sense of organization. But that was how the Mistress preferred it, and James was ever one to please. In a wine red dress shirt with a black tie and pinstriped slacks, he dressed well even at home. And that is how he spent the last hour and a half since they returned from the Los Angeles offices. Victoria was taking a relaxing soak in their master bedroom, but she would soon be done and expected certain things from her man.

Tonight it was Duck Breast over a beat salad with a Pomegranate Citrus-Glaze, and a side of pan fried seasoned potato wedges. Of course the meal would be served with her favorite wine or scotch. It changed from time to time, but he knew she’d enjoy a nice red wine to enhance the flavor of the meal. James had set to memory all of her preferences. Every little thing she said, mentioned, or even in playfully whimsy like a good student he kept note.

Sleeves rolled up revealed the gentle row of arm hair as he meticulously set a single plate. It is true they could afford someone to cook for them, but James preferred the extra effort. Small ways to express his adoration for Victoria, she worked so hard, made sure that they would always be well off. Oh, she deserved it all, the stars at night and the sun when it rises, if only they were things he could give her. Seeing as he couldn’t he measured his worth with any domestic skill he could master.

Dim lights cast over the hall corridor leading to their large apartment’s dining room. Plate in one hand he crossed a set of mirrors set in front of eachother to create an infinite reflection. In his James saw that his short dark brown hair had fallen out of place. With one hand he steadily combed it neatly back into place with the gentle sheen of rejuvenating oils. Thick but neatly trimmed brows set above a pair of welcoming baby blue eyes, and just as the Mistress desired he was flawlessly clean shaved. Even in his mid-thirties she admired his boyish good looks. Or was it his honest smile? She was allowed to change her mind and anything she wished of him.

Now at the end of a long table he placed Victoria’s plate covered to retain heat. Uncorking the bottle of wine he would then pour her glass. Silverware was arranged appropriately, with symmetry, and care. With little else to do he casually kneeled beside her chair. Taking the appropriate position he loosens his tie and folds, much like his shirt which follows beside him. Beneath that light apparel the hold time a simple black collar with little studs holding Victoria’s initials about his neck, with a small ring hanging in front for any chain or leash she wished to use. Bare chest cleanly trimmed and scaped save for a small trail that darted past his belt and waist band, James, pressed his palms to his knees and bowed his head with a knowing smile.

He couldn’t help it. At first she told him it ruined the illusion, but eventually his enthusiasm and enjoyment wore her down. It was the most fulfilling relationship he’d ever had. Truth be told she made him a much better man, and for James Ian Calder the Third, well, that meant a lot to his family. Before Victoria he was defiantly trying to run his own independent business, which was flagging and failing as he watched the Market tanking in late 2000’s. Now they were setting industry standards.

It was all due to her. Everything was hers, his power, his wealth, his body, but most importantly his heart. Victoria was his Mistress. She was his Goddess worshiped in the dark corners and given tribute perpetually. He loved her completely.