I heard the door open at 4:45 PM. I very hurriedly tore my clothes off as I put my work down and ran downstairs. I did not expect him home this early.
I arrived at the floor by his feet just as he shut the door and locked it behind him. I got on my knees and sat down on my feet; my head down and my hands behind my back. I felt him smile as he patted my head and walked by me without so much as saying hello. He never came home early. He was always home at precisely 5:13 every day. He was glad I had made such a hurried attempt at getting downstairs, but I knew he was slightly disappointed that I was not already looking out for his arrival.
I heard my cell phone ring upstairs, and I heard my friend sign on Yahoo and Instant Message me, but I dared not move. I remained on the floor in front of the door in this position for half an hour before I heard his footsteps approach me. He walked around me and stopped in front of me. I kept my head down and did not look up at him. He leaned down to kneel beside me and gave me a kiss on my cheek. He was happy tonight; he never showed such courtesy towards me except on rare occasions. He stood back up and I heard him snap his fingers. Immediately I looked up and raised myself to rest on my knees. My mouth reached forward to start working to undo his belt, then his pants. My hands stayed locked behind me as I dug his cock out of his pants and into my mouth.
I lovingly began to work at his cock; kissing it and licking it all over, getting it hard. He began to tell me about his day; his car troubles, his dumbass lunch client, and the poor guy that he had to fire. This was our normal routine: he would come home, I would be waiting for him on the floor, he would snap his fingers and I would begin to suck on his cock as he told me about his day. It did not always used to be like this, however; we used to be a very normal couple, enjoying sexual acts in the bedroom and were very respectful to each other. But we discovered my hidden longing to be owned, and treated as a slave, one day as he came home from work.
I had sent him a very interesting email to his work email address, and he had begun to read it just as he was about to leave to go home. Being a writer, I work from home, and he goes to work at his own law firm every day from 7 AM until 5PM, and comes home at around 5:15. I sent the email at 4:45, and he had just received it as he was turning off his computer. Thankfully, the subject line caught his attention.
Subject: I hope your cock is ready for me when you get home… Date: May 4, 2004 4:43 PM Central Time Sender: Shannyn Bhachoo
Message: You should have been here earlier, while I was rubbing my pussy for you. Oh I was so wet before I even touched myself. I was just thinking about how nice it would be to skip all the loving foreplay and just go right into hot, sweaty, passionate sex. It was amazing; I could almost feel your cock pounding into me. You had shoved me into a wall and before we could even take our clothes off, your cock was in my pussy. You had merely unzipped your pants, shoved my shorts and thong aside, picked me up, and set me down on your cock. That was the fastest and most intense orgasm either of us had had before. What do you say we try that sometime? Come home to me…come home to me and fuck me. I will be waiting for you.
Needless to say, he came home very hot and horny and he had done just as I had asked him to; he was not the kind of man that you had to tell to do something twice. We decided to try this once a week; every Friday actually, but before long it became a daily habit. Not too long after that, he had taken the role of Master of the house, and I was his willing slave; ready for him whenever and wherever he wanted me. The passion that had begun to fade in our marriage had come pouring back in with these new roles. But to continue back to our routine…
He brought his hand around to the back of my head and grabbed a handful of my hair as the story of his day came to a close. He took over and held my head still, pounding his rock hard cock into the very depths of my throat. I couldn’t breathe, and could barely suppress myself from gagging many times. He relentlessly pounded me harder and deeper, now with both hands on the back of my head, jerking my head back and forth by my hair. Just as I was about to black out from lack of oxygen, he shoved his entire cock deep in my throat and came. He let out a groan as the very last spasms ran through his cock. I swallowed as much as I could, but some dripped out and ran down my chin. He slowly pulled his cock out of my throat and I gasped and coughed for breath. He kept one hand tangled up in my hair as I began to clean off his cock. I licked off all of the cum and saliva from his cock, gently kissed the head of his cock once, and leaned back down into my position on the floor. He put his cock back into his pants as I licked the cum off of my chin, and he began to walk away. I did not move, because I knew he would not leave me there. Sure enough, as he was exiting the entry hallway to our home, he snapped his fingers, and I turned and began to crawl after him.
He entered the kitchen and I crawled in after him. I crawled over to the table and got into the position that I was in while I was in the hallway. He began to prepare dinner; getting out the cooking utensils and what he wanted me to cook for him. After he had turned the oven on and gotten everything out that he wanted to have for dinner, he exited the kitchen, snapping his fingers once more as he walked out the doorway. This was my signal to get up and start cooking.
He went for his usual shower, and when he got back, I was to have dinner prepared, on the table, and kneeling beside his chair, awaiting his return. He entered the kitchen about a half hour after he had left, and sat down to eat. I remained by his side, and he petted my head every now and then, complimenting me for the nice dinner and being such a good girl. He finished his dinner and left the kitchen once more, going into the living room. I heard him snap his fingers just as he turned on the TV; another signal for me. I got up, cleaned his plate, and prepared my own. I was to have my dinner eaten, the food put away, and everything cleaned by the time he finished watching TV at 8. If I finished early, I was allowed to go upstairs and do whatever I please until 8 o’clock. Today I did not finish early, but just barely crawled into the living room and rested myself beside his chair before the clock in the room struck 8. He was a man of exact timing; and his home life was no exception.
He turned off the TV and reached over to the small dresser the lamp rested on. He opened the top drawer, and pulled out my leash.
“Come in front of me,” he said. I obediently did as I was told, and crawled in front of him. I was on my knees, my toes pressing against the floor, and sitting on my heels. My hands were in my lap and my head was up; my eyes pointed towards the ceiling. He attached the leash to my collar, and I lowered my head down to look at the floor.
“Now, what shall I do with you tonight, my pet?” he asked. I took in a breath to reply, but remembered that I was not given permission to speak, so I slowly let it out through my nose.