Shortly after seeing Katie our paths crossed and she reached down and grabbed my crotch. It was a gentle grasp, almost unnoticeable, but I knew what it was. She was checking to make sure I had obeyed her instructions. I love those little checks. I love them because I know she cares. Then just before I left for work we kissed and unexpectedly she reached for my fly unzipped it and peered inside. I didn't know what she was doing, and then it dawned on me. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Checking to see what underwear you have on." Seeing that I was wearing something a little more colorful then bland and nondescript and knowing that I was wearing shorts, Katie, part instructed and part warned me how I was/was not to sit. I was told to keep my legs together so as to not allow someone to serendipitously look up my pant leg and see periwinkle underwear covered in polka dots.
I said "yes ma'am", gave her a final kiss, and headed to the car smiling broadly. She made my day and it took her all of ten seconds to do so. I know she cares. I know she loves me. I know she accepts me as the submissive man I am. Most of all I know she expects me to obey. What more could I ever ask?