BOTTEGA LOUIE

Zoey Trope

Hi. I’m Gavin.”

That was the first and last time He referenced himself by name. Later it would be Sir, then Daddy; perhaps eventually Master. It makes me blush every time I hear His actual name in public now, knowing that to me, He represents so much more.

But it started with “Gavin.” I knew I was in trouble because I wanted Him immediately. It’s surreal how all my previous “looking for” criteria seem to have described exactly Him, a Dominant male with a cast-iron soul, seasoned with salt-and-pepper hair; aged, mellow, and neat…just like His favorite whisky. We barely touched but I could feel His eyes on me the entire night, lassoing my body as I walked through the door.

The intensity escalated as we were seated across from each other. It formed such a tight grip on me that it was difficult to breathe. I’d barely caught my breath when He presented a small pink box of chocolates from Bottega Louie. I was already smiling; now I was smitten. Needless to say, the attraction was immediate and He pulled me in with every detail he revealed about himself. When it came time to order, I was prepared for my palate to be one of the first things he would claim and refine until it was as He wished. Everything He ordered, I craved. It fed my hunger to be across the table from a man who knew He could have His way with me, but chose instead to slowly mold my attention to fulfilling His desires and denying me mine.

Before dinner ended, He casually mentioned that he had another gift for me, and handed me a folded Ziploc bag. Confused, I unfolded the empty bag and asked what it was. What he said next sent my mind racing. His soft words silenced the entire restaurant. “I want you to go into the bathroom, take off your panties, and bring them to me in this bag.” His voice was calm and stern, and my body was paralyzed by His words. I desperately wanted to invite Him to take them off at the table, but that would lack the discretion and class that I needed to present in order to impress Him. I raced to the bathroom, eager to present Him with my submission. I returned and proudly handed Him my panties, carefully watched as He tucked them into His coat pocket. He helped me into my coat and said, “Let’s go for a walk.”

As we walked toward the pier, the cold breeze tickled up my thighs. His words tugged on me like a leash and I followed obediently until He stopped to reward me with one kiss. His warmth made me weak and I wanted more. But no matter how much I threw myself at Him, He continued to withhold His touch.

Foolishly, I reached out to pull myself closer into Him to satisfy my hunger for Him. He reacted with a single glance that signaled the utmost disapproval and disappointment. With His rough hands, He grabbed a fistful of my hair, peeling my desperation away until I was hovering within a breath of His lips. I was shaking, not from the cold ocean air, but from the unbearable distance and silence from Him. Suddenly, He struck my left cheek with His forceful hands.

“I don’t like being grabbed.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

He leaned in and softly whispered into my ear, “Good girl.” The waves crashed into the pier and my world was silenced. My gaze was fixed on Him even as He looked away, making sure no one saw Him. The heat and sting from His palm on my cheek finally dissipated. The slap awakened my desire for submission. In one gesture, He reminded me of my place and made me want more. But I knew I had to wait.

It would be another week before He planned to see me again. He sent me home with my first assignment. I was allowed to indulge in one chocolate a day from the pretty Bottega Louie box. And as a thank-you, a sexy photo dedicated to Him. “Remember, just one choco late a day,” He reminded me before he said good-bye for the night. I was thrilled to comply and committed to pleasing Him.

During the cab ride home, I carefully plotted out my daily photo shoots. I had seven photos with which to seduce this man into giving me more of His irresistible self. I decided I couldn’t wait until morning for a taste. I opened the pretty box as soon as I got home. I stripped naked, posed with one piece of chocolate melting in my mouth, and confessed to Him that His kisses taste much sweeter.

My ritual continued daily with careful attention to the mise-en-scène. Wine, chocolate, and a bubble bath seemed like a no-brainer. I could tell He approved. He taunted and tortured me with the reminder that He was carrying my Ziplocked panties with Him everywhere He went. “You’re in my back pocket, underneath me, where you belong,” He teased. By the end of the long week, He’d sent a photo of His big brown leather bag, torturing me with the details of where my panties were stored along with His toys and, most importantly, my collar.

When we finally reunited, He sent me straight to His hotel room. I felt completely naked as I walked through the door. He had seen every part of me. I recognized His leather bag and my eyes widened as I scanned through His collection of restraints, spreader bars, paddles, and floggers. He ordered me to strip and drop to my knees. He pulled out a black leather collar with multiple rings.

“I need you to recite this to me every time you put your collar on. This is how you serve me from now on. Repeat after me…”

“Desire…”

“Devotion…”

“Obedience…”

“Gratitude…”

After I recited my mantra, He pulled me up to my feet. I was struggling to stand up, but He kissed me in a way that made me yearn for Him even more. He held my face in His hands and quizzed me. “How do you serve me?”

“With desire, devotion, obedience, and gratitude, Sir.” He gently pulled my hair away from my nape as He wrapped the collar around my neck and locked it into place. “Good girl.”

Twelve months later, I can barely make it through my entire mantra or taste a piece of salted caramel from Bottega Louie without being reminded of how I felt that first week. He gifted these rituals to me, allowing me to feel closer to Him despite the distance between us. When I wake up without Him, I slap myself five times, repeating my mantra. When I go to bed without Him, I taste a piece of His chocolate and bring back the memory of our first night together. All of these rituals please Him. I know that I have to earn His adoration, His attention, His authority, and most importantly, His love, with my desire, devotion, obedience, and gratitude.