justine walked through the front door of Her house, dropping the mutilated bag of groceries unceremoniously on the bench in the entryway. Fumbling around for the light switch in the dark, she yelled, "I'm home!" to no one in particular. she knew that her partner, Ted was already home, since His truck was parked out front of the garage. Ever the gentleman, He never would park in the garage, even if He was home first. It was important to Him that justine was under cover from the harsh winter storms that ravaged this part of northern Michigan in January.
she could hear footsteps on the staircase overhead, signaling that Ted was aware she was home. Slipping off her snow boots, she shivered when her bare feet touched the tiled floor. This part of the house was never as warm as the rest, since it was the most exposed to the elements. No amount of insulation could prevent the bitter clipper winds from sucking the warmth from the entryway.
Slipping into her fuzzy slippers, justine pulled off her coat, tucking it away in the hall closet. When she turned back around to walk into the living room, a strangled gasp escaped her lips at the man waiting. Seeing her Sir, Ted, in His skin-tight black leathers, His upper body bare, with His studded wrist cuffs on, justine instantly dropped to her knees, her eyes falling to a spot on the carpeted floor, "Master."
"Welcome home, my pet."
justine could detect the slightest trace of venom in His words; it was just enough to unnerve her already overwhelmed mind. Today was the day from Hell at her pitiful day job, and she couldn't remember doing anything to displease her Master. At least not today. She had willfully disrespected him yesterday when they were cooking dinner together, but that was mostly His fault. It wasn't nice to repeatedly grind into someone's behind when they are wielding a spatula. Then she made it worse when she tried to evade His hands, darting past Him into the dinner room to circle away around the large table. That punishment session involved nipple clamps, toothpaste and ice cubes. Not going there again.
"Did you forget something today, justine?"
Taking a mental stock of the things she bought at the grocery store, she paused long enough to remember T/their parting words this morning...no mention of anything else Master needed. her mind frantically raced from hour to hour of the day.
Did He call me about something and i forgot? Did i not pay the cell phone bill?
Knowing that she didn't have an answer, justine knew the only way to go would be with the truth at this point. A little whimper and a trembling lip would help to soften His heart as well. He didn't dole out punishment unless it was truly needed, and the way He was dressed and the tone in His voice told her that she had done something heinous.
"If i did, Master, i'm sorry. But i can't think of anything."
"Thank you for your honesty, My pet." It only took Him one graceful step forward to bring His boots into her sightline. Sensing a hint of softness to His words, she started to reach out to wrap her arms around His leg, hoping that she could soften Him even further with her gentle touch.
"I wouldn't try it tonight, justine. I thought that you would have gotten your fill of punishment after last night, but you have forgotten a vital piece of your attire today, and I'm disappointed."
With His words, justine's heart dropped. She didn't need to look up to see what it was that He was holding in His hands, the tinkling of the bells gave it away. Master's slave anklet was missing from her body. she had taken it off before her shower this morning, but she usually remembered to put it back on right afterwards. The anklet was her pride and joy; it signified the ownership that she cherished from the Love of her life. The jingling of the bells usually brought her sanity throughout the day outside of home...no wonder her day had been filled with crabby co-workers, unhappy customers, and tyrant bosses. Now it was going to get worse. Way worse.
"Master, i forgot to wear my anklet today. i'm sorry," traitorous tears fell from her eyes, dropping onto her silken dress pants, sliding down onto the floor. This wasn't playing a part; she was truly sorry she had left the house without what would be the equivalent of a wedding ring to someone in the BDSM community. Silent sobs made her shoulders heave up and down wildly as she tried to keep the rest of her body as still as possible.
Master released a soft sigh as He dropped down on one knee in front of her. "justine, I know that you are truly sorry." Lifting her face with His fingers under her chin until she was looking him directly in the eye, He continued, "i had planned a very unpleasant punishment for you tonight. But i can tell that you weren't being a brat to get punished again. Still, you need to be reprimanded. Get naked. Now."
Master rose and stalked away from her as she started to pull her clothes off, tossing them behind her. The fireplace in the great room started to flicker as He lay out blankets and pillows on the hardwood floor.
"Come here, my pet."
As she gracefully walked forward, her full hips swayed from side to side. justine kept her gaze low to respect her Master. she stopped when she could see the edge of His boots and the checkered Mohave blanket on the floor. Standing next to Him, she anxiously waited for further instructions. His rough knuckles grazed the undersides of her breasts, palming the peaks, causing her insides to clench. It didn't take long for her nipples to painfully contract into pin points.
"I want you on the floor, on your back," He said as He snapped His fingers, pointing to a spot in the middle of the blankets.
justine hastily dropped down to the floor, laying her body out on the blanket, as if offering herself as a sacrifice. Master unbuckled His leathers, letting His cock spring free in the V of His pants. He didn't make any further attempt to pull them off as He knelt next to her head, His proud cock bumping against her chin. "Suck me, deep. Points if you can keep from gagging, slave."
