"Take a hot bath and freshen up for me." You tell her. "I'll be home in an hour."
On your way home, just thinking about the plans you have for tonight gives you a raging hard-on. When you walk through the door, she meets you with your favorite cocktail, a vodka cranberry. Her hair still damp from her recent shower, her nude body glistening in the light, she wears nothing but a thin diamond studded collar, the one you had bought for her birthday last year.
You linger for a moment, enjoying your cocktail.
"Submit." you say.
Quickly she turns from you, standing up straight; she spreads her legs to just beyond her shoulders and places her hands, fingers locked, behind her back. You slowly move around her, looking her up and down. You love the way she looks in this position, her head held up, but eyes locked to the floor, her large breasts jutting out from her body, her sizeable ass just begging to be touched.
You deliver a light smack to her ass as you say "Released."
She jumps slightly from the smack and moves towards the kitchen.
"Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes Sir."
Before you arrive at your favorite spot on the couch she returns to you with a fresh cocktail.
'Good girl.' You think to yourself.
A short while later she returns, again, with a fresh cocktail.
"Dinner is ready Sir." She says.
You realize just how famished you are as your stomach grumbles. She follows you into the kitchen. As you sit down she quietly moves and kneels at your side. Well taught by you over the years, she knows better then to assume she will be dining with you. You begin to eat, enjoying your meal.
A few minutes pass and you ask "Are you hungry little one?"
"If it pleases You, Master" she whispers in reply. You feed her from your fork as she remains on the floor at your side.
"I'm going to freshen up. Clean up in here and then go to the den and get ready, I have plans for you tonight." You say as you move from the kitchen.
She quickly cleans the kitchen, and moves to the den. The den has always been the play room. Years ago you had modifications made, to suit the various activities you enjoy. The custom four post bed and a modified massage table are your favorite pieces.
Looking around she realizes the leather wrist and ankle cuffs are missing. 'They must be in the bedroom' she thinks to herself. Quickly she runs to the bedroom and finds them on the floor by the bed.
Moving back to the den she places them on the nightstand and drops to the floor, knees spread, arms behind her back, and eyes on the floor. A moment passes and no sooner then her mind begins to wander, your footsteps bring her mind back to the present.