"a" crawled toward her Master, her knees scraping on the carpet as she scurried across the room, fear making her weak and barely able to catch her breath. She dared not risk a glance up, if he caught her making eye contact this would only get worse. She found his feet and placed her forehead on the cool leather of his shoes, her naked body trembling, her mind racing, wondering what he would do to her. She drew her hands behind her back and kept very still.
She knew he had anticipated an interesting evening. It was sure to be interesting, but she knew it would not be how he originally intended. She was disappointed and scared. He'd promised to try and come home early, usually a sign that he wanted to spend a lot of time playing with her. He liked to watch her performing and dancing for him...dressing up and playing games for him. Sometimes the shows went on for hours, and she enjoyed pleasing him, watching his cock harden, knowing what would happen when he'd seen enough.
So when he called to say let's have lunch she was excited and couldn't meet him fast enough. He always liked to show her off, let people see what a sexy and beautiful slave he owned, so she made sure she was looking sexy and was ready to be shown off. Let the others in the room see what they couldn't have. "a" also loved the fact that her Master was so sexy and good-looking, that he always turned heads when he entered a room, and she loved that she was the one on his arm. She was proud to be owned by him and to be by his side, she loved to look other women in the eyes and let them know that he was hers and they were out of luck.
Thinking of him and his body and being with him always excited her, and by the time she arrived at the café, she was so horny and wet she was ready to be used right there on the table, in the middle of the room. As she pushed through the door she spotted her Master right away. "a" felt the smile die on her lips when she saw her Master talking to another woman. The woman was beautiful, sexy and seated beside him, leaning into him and laughing at whatever he was saying, her hand laying casually on his shoulder. "a" felt her temper flare up instantly, jealousy overwhelmed her as she looked at the other woman's long silk clad leg stretched out beside her Masters. He was her Master, what the Fuck was he doing with another woman! So upset she could barely speak "a" stormed out of the café before he noticed her.
All afternoon "a" let her temper and her imagination run wild. She imagined all sorts of things, being released by Master in favour of that other bitch. Of being reduced to his number two slave, forced to by her Master to serve both him and the other woman. All kinds of things raced through her mind, none of them pleasant except for the things she would do to that slut. By the time he called to find out why she hadn't made it to lunch, "a" was a basket case. Without thinking of what she was saying she began to rant at her Master. She screamed at him, telling him she wasn't going to share him or let him own anyone else. Who did he think he was making her come to lunch when that cunt was there, and who the fuck did she think she was trying to get cozy with him. He could just go fuck himself is he thought he was going to bring that slut into their house. When she stopped to gather her breath Master quietly explained that the woman was a customer, who'd stopped to say hello before joining her husband for lunch at the next table. Then before "a" could speak again he'd told her he would be home by five and hung up.
With a trembling hand "a" hung up, realizing that her Master was more than just a little upset. She knew what he was like when he got pissed off. He would yell, get all mad and shake his fist, or pace around the room like a caged tiger. But when he got really angry, he became very quiet. He wouldn't yell or swear, wouldn't hardly move. He would talk quietly and without emotion. She realized now that she'd made a big, a huge mistake. Very few times had "a" been scared of her Master's reactions to something she'd done. He was always willing to listen to her reasons and usually he would punish her accordingly. Now realizing how upset he was she was terrified of what he would do. She spent the afternoon furiously cleaning the house, ensuring her make-up was perfect, shaving and oiling every part of her body to make sure she was clean, soft and super smooth. She put her hair up in the ponytail he liked and put on the red spike heels he liked so much. "a" hoped she would be able to apologize to him when he got home.
"a" was on her knees, naked except for collar and heels, waiting for him at the door as she was required to do. He opened the door and walked past her without saying a word or even acknowledging she was there. He strode into the living room, to his favorite chair and sat down, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, all without a word. "a" feeling even more miserable, followed her Master, crawling across the room to his chair. She wanted desperately to please him, use all her skills to make her Master happy. She was terrified of what he would do, not because it would be painful, she loved the pain, but because he would administer the punishment out of anger and to teach her a lesson. She knew she had been wrong and she knew this would not be pleasant. So now she was trembling in fear, her head on his shoe, waiting for him to acknowledge her.
Her Master moved his feet, forcing her to place her head on the floor. He was not even allowing her to rest her head on his feet. Even that privilege was taken away! "a" bit back a moan, realizing how angry he really was, but sound had not been permitted so she dared not make any noise. She waited the dread building in her with each passing second... She felt his eyes on her and she shivered involuntarily.
"Present" the command startled her, although he didn't raise his voice, the word cut through her thoughts. Instantly she sat up, spreading her legs wide, exposing her shaved smooth pussy, her back rigid, shoulders back, breasts thrust forward, arms clasped at the elbows behind her back. Her head down, her pony tail trailing down her back, eyes downcast, she waited. She heard the whisper of cloth as he removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor. She longed to look at his naked chest, to kiss and lick his nipples as she rubbed her face against the matt of hair. He stood and stripped off the rest of his clothes, she felt rather than saw his cock spring free inches from her face. She wanted desperately to kiss it and touch it, to worship it, and him, to show him how sorry she was. Instead "a" waited for her Master to notice her, frozen in the position he had ordered her to assume. Her pussy wet with fear and anticipation, afraid and excited at what he wanted, she waited, her body begging him to notice and command her.
Master walked around her and she heard him go to the kitchen, he got himself a drink, something he never did because she was there to serve him. Irrationally she felt a jolt of fear, did he not want her to serve him? She would do anything rather than let that happen, even she suddenly realized, having that woman in the house if Master wanted it. For what seemed like hours to her, she heard him moving around the house, doing things, while she continued to kneel, unmoving, waiting for him to acknowledge her. Anything, any spanking, whipping, anything would be better than waiting for him like this.
Finally, she felt him behind her. Without a word, he clipped the leash to her collar and led her toward the bedroom. She scrambled on her hands and knees, trying to stay beside him as he strode down the hallway, her head next to his leg as she'd be taught.
