Flower child…

Izrina loves flowers.  She loves plants.  She likes digging and planting and bringing home new specimens to put in the yard.  She always has fresh flowers for the dinner table.

She also had a birthday coming up.  I am not a fan of gifts on certain days.  I prefer to give a gift when I come across something meaningful, something I know a person would like.  Gifts given because it is expected on a certain date tend to collect dust..

We already are blessed.  We have a nice home with a steady income that lets us live comfortable lives.  Home is where the love, laughter, and kink happens.  Life is good.  So what more do we need?  She recently asked if she could bring home a new orchid.. I told her no way.. We didn’t have any special spots left for yet another item in the house.

Meanwhile, I was busy thinking about the problem of how to make a nice birthday for her.  Here is how it went:

That morning she awoke like any other day to a hug and a kiss and a demand to fetch my coffee.  I firmly believe that a slave finds comfort and pleasure in serving and I wasn’t about to reverse that first thing in the day.

Off to work I went but I told her to make sure that she got out of work on time and put on something nice after she got home.  I kept an eye on the clock and when it was time for her to leave for work, gave her a quick call to check in.

End of the work day and she was dressed in a nice black out fit and waiting for what ever I was planning.  I know she likes Olive Garden, and Outback steak house so we headed in that general direction.  I told her we were going to Olive Garden but it was her birthday and we could do the steak house if she preferred.  She preferred to stay with Olive Garden.

We pulled into the parking lot, and I unfastened her seat belt (protocol) and got her doors for her (more protocol) and we were seated right away.  When we dine, she picks three things and I decide which she will get.. Tonight I told her she could just take her favorite item.. which bless her heart, threw her into a tizzy.   She couldn’t decide between two items, so I took the recommendation of the waitress.. A dish with pasta, shrimp, and scallops.  The meals were around 1200 calories each so we got take out containers and just split them.

I explained that my gift was this:  She had to cook and clean each night and this was a break.. That plus tonight it was just us.  No sharing me with all the folks at another event or munch.  She would neither have to cook or clean much.. for two nights.  She got a cocktail, something with strawberry which she loves, and I got a beer.  We finished up with a stroll over to Pier 1 for some window shopping, and then more browsing over at a pet store looking at all the cute animals.  I am sure she was thinking something more was coming but it never materialized.

I apologized for the interruption in our evening, but I had to swing by the office.   I have this thing about secretary’s under desks and I keep threatening to fulfill that fantasy with her, so every time we make a stop at night she naturally wonders if this is the night.  I flipped on the lights and wagged a finger for her to come over.. she did so hesitantly but with a grin.. then I spun her around and pointed at the window.. “what’s that?” I asked

There on the sill was a card and the very orchid she wanted.. a tiny little one, color was fuchsia, with darker lines just like she described.  She open the card and read.  I knew I did good when she had trouble holding back a tear.   We drove home, a happy slave with her head on Master’s shoulder.  We didn’t go straight to sleep.. I’ll leave your imagination to what came next.

Carpe Diem my friends, be someone’s great day!