She knelt silently, the event of the day passing through her mind with chronological precision and a clarity that was almost surreal.
The day had begun like any other. She had risen early as was her custom...put the coffee on...ran a hot bath...and woke Master by crawling into the bed and taking His soft cock into her mouth...just letting it rest in her warmth until Master awoke...some mornings she served Him...today He simply tousled her hair and rose from the bed. When He had closed the bathroom door behind Him, she rose from the bed, went to the closet and laid out His clothes. She hade the bed and tidied the room, then went into the bathroom, removed a large soft towel from the linen closet and knelt silently by the tub, the towel laid across her outstretched arms. She kept her eyes lowered and remained silent and still. Master was not a morning person and did not like conversation this time of day.
In time, He rose from the bath and took the towel from her outstretched arms, pausing a moment to let His fingers run softly over her hair. She rose and left the room, going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She smiled happily to herself. Master had told her they were doing something special that evening and she was excited. She prepared the meal with quiet, efficient movements...cleaning behind her as she went. Just as she put His plate on the table, He walked into the room. She poured His coffee and set it down, finished cleaning up and sat down across from Him.
He perused his newspaper for several moments while she began eating and sipping her tea. Finally, He put the newspaper down and smiled at her, "Good morning, My sweet."
As always, she was struck by the intensity of her feelings for Him, "Good morning, my Master."
"Love, I have left a list of things that need to be done today on my desk. Please see to them. I expect everything will be completed when I return."
"Of course Master."
They finished their breakfast quickly, the meal peppered with light bits of conversation. Then He rose...kissed her lovingly and left for His office. She spent a few more minutes idling over her breakfast, then finished washing their dishes, went to the bedroom, took a shower and dressed. When she was done, she went downstairs to His office. There was a single piece of paper in the center of the desk, her list for the day. She picked it up and began reading with dismay. There was so much to do on the list; she would never make it to her massage appointment this afternoon. A surge of rebellion filled her. He knew she had scheduled a massage today. He deliberately put so much to do on the list that she would not be able to go. Her rebellion filled her. She would simply do as much as possible on the list and go to her massage anyway.
She scanned over the list, mentally checking things off, judging what was urgent and what could wait until Monday. A twinge of guilt filled her, but she shook it off. She set her mind and left the house. The morning and early afternoon passed quickly as she went from place to place, checking off the items on the list as she accomplished them.
Finally, she sat in the parking lot of the spa, her hands gripping the steering wheel, overwhelmed by what she was about to do. Was she really going to defy Master to satisfy her own selfish wants? With a decisive nod of her head, the decision was made. She took her purse and went inside.
An hour later she emerged feeling relaxed and refreshed. She glanced at the elegant gold watch on her wrist. She just had time to go to the grocers to get dinner...get home, change and prepare the meal.
She was just getting ready to take dinner out of the oven when Master came home. She quickly turned the oven off and knelt by His chair. He sat down and looked at her. "So, my pet, did you finish everything I left for you to do?" There was a strange note in His voice that she did not catch. Her heart leaped into her throat.
