Penny stormed through the door to her house, her face set in a scowl, God how she hated work sometimes, the pressure and the demands. She felt like screaming her frustration out but didn't, instead she concentrated her efforts into shrugging out of her coat and throwing her bags in a heap in the normally tidy cloakroom, slamming the door shut behind her and setting off into the living room. The weight of another hard day pressed down upon her slight shoulders making her want to sob. Another bang resounded around the house as she slammed the living room door closed behind her as she continued to stomp through the house. As she reached for the kitchen door she jumped with fright as she heard a voice behind her; His voice; Here! Now!
"Hard day at work my little one?" came the steady low resonation that was his voice, THE voice. At once her knees trembled and buckled beneath her as she turned, her heart hammering uncontrollably in her bosom. She was shocked that he was here, but oh so glad. She was also extremely embarrassed that he had witnessed her private tantrum. Blushing, she bit her tongue, lost for words.
"I asked you a question little one," he smiled, a knowing look on his face. He knew full well all the answers she would give before he had even asked the questions. She almost, but not quite, hated his ability to read her thoughts. It also created a feeling of deep excitement within her that he knew her so well. It made his control of her absolute, and she adored that. She felt herself slipping out of her world and into his.
"Did you have a hard day at work?" he repeated.
"Yes," she had found her voice again, her anger and frustration welling up again with that rediscovered ability to communicate, "In fact I had a real bitch of a day and I'm too tired for your games. How the hell did you get in here anyway?"
"I used the key you told me about little one, the key under the plant pot by the garage." She blushed again as she realised her mistake. She had told him about the key and invited him the use of it whenever he could get there to see her. "I can see you are angry my love. I can see it in your eyes. Are you angry with me?"
Penny felt a little ashamed of herself for having vented her anger on this man who loved and controlled her.
"No Sir, not with you," she admitted, now feeling angry at herself for this situation. Oh how she wished she could control her temper and her tongue. But he had made her realise she was who she was and she should be happy and never change. His wish was that she would simply obey him and submit to his every whim. God but she loved him and his damned hold over her feelings and her mind. Her thoughts were broken by his voice again.
"Go and take a shower, think about your mood and how you spoke to me just now. Then when you are clean and ready to pay for your misbehaviour, come down here and kneel before me to beg forgiveness," he ordered, his face never even hinting at his feelings. Was he angry with her? Was he just being wicked as he sometimes was just to tease her into his dirty little games? She didn't know and, seeing his eyes bore into hers, she would take no chances on his mood. She would obey.
"Yes Sir," she almost whimpered as she took herself off to shower.
Ten minutes later, a silk robe wrapped around her lithe form, she came back through the door to the living room, this time closing it gently behind her as she sought him out and saw him sat relaxing in the arm chair by the window, sipping a glass of red wine. With her eyes downcast and a tremble in her limbs, she crossed the room to him and knelt before him, her whole posture now submissive. A small part of her mind marvelled at the effect he had upon her and questioned her as to how she could just give herself up to him like this. That voice was quelled the instant she heard him speak again.
"Well?" he asked.
