After some talks about whom and what W/we want in a slavegurl for me, I begin the search to find her. Master has agreed to allow me to pick her and feels that He can trust me with my decision, and knows I wouldn't bring in someone He wasn't pleased with.
So talking to a few girls and doing some face to face interviews with a few, I finally find the one whom I feel would be perfect for U/us.
She is everything I want in a slavegirl and I know Master will find her very appealing. I set up His playroom and invite her over. He doesn't know I have made my choice yet, as I want it to be a surprise for Him.
She and I spend the afternoon making sure the house is spotless, dinner is ready and then I lead her into His playroom. I strip her naked, shackle her hands and feet, place a gag in her mouth, and position her onto the faux fur rug in the middle of the floor. I insert a small butt plug into her ass, and put a vibrator into her pussy. I command her to not move, not to cum and wait for O/our return, knowing damn well it will be a while longer before Master gets in.
I hear His car pulling in, so I position myself center floor, kneeling, hands turned upward on my thighs, legs spread slightly, head high, back straight and eyes lowered to the floor. He walks in and pats my head as He says "good girl." and goes over to His chair to sit.
That's my clue to seductively crawl over to His feet, kneel before Him and remove His shoes. Then ask Him "Sir, may girl serve You tonight?" Normally I get a "Yes girl." in response and tonight was no exception.
I undo His pants and slip them down some, releasing His beautiful semi hard cock. I look up into His eyes as I begin sucking Him slowly and licking my way up and down the whole length, and moaning as I begin swallowing His cock into my throat. We call this ritual "stress reliever" and it doesn't take Master long to cum. As it is just a way for the day's worries and stresses to leave His body so W/we can spend the rest of the evening doing whatever.
I giggle inside my head, because tonight is going to be a very special night for Him.
"Get my dinner now girl!" He commands and I scurry off to the kitchen to make His plate. Tonight it's roasted garlic potatoes, meatloaf and a fresh garden salad. He finishes eating and I clear away His plate. "Sir, girl has a special dessert for You tonight, but You must follow me to get it, if You wish to have it Sir. It would be such a waste to let it go bad and such preparation went into it."