Author's note: This is a first for me: It's the first and depending on your comments and reception it also might be the last exclusively heterosexual Story I've written. Please let me know what you think about their relationship or if my Master is too nice to his pet. Thanks in advance, R. W.
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Summary: After more than a week of absence Master returns home for an evening of fun and discipline with his pet.
1. Master Robert's return
Robert Masterton pulled his key-ring out of the left front pocket of his slacks. He weighed it in his hands as if to make sure that it still held all the keys. In reality he did what he had done since the night before: after concluding the business deal that had kept him from his pet for ten days and nights he pictured what awaited him on the other side of the door. Anna, his beloved pet and wife, but foremost his pet, would be on her knees, waiting for him to come home, naked except for her collar, her wrist and ankle cuffs, her knees spread, her head held high but her eyes cast down on the pattern on the antique Persian rug he had brought home from another business trip over a year ago. Her hands would be clasped behind her back. Just as she was supposed to do whenever she returned from work before her Master.
He unlocked the door and grabbed the telescope handle of his carry-all with his right hand. He pushed the door open; the hall was illuminated by the ceiling lights but the Persian carpet with the vivid colors was empty. His cherished wife and beloved pet was nowhere in sight. He pulled the carry-all inside and relocked the door. The only sign of life in the living room came from the flickering of about a dozen church candles, distributed evenly and burning silently. He went deeper into the apartment past the bedroom on one side and the office and playroom on the other, even further in, the door to the laundry room was open and he stopped on the doorjamb. Anna was bent over the washing machine at the other end of the long-stretched room, with her back to him, unaware of his return, seemingly without a care in the world.
Robert cleared his throat. She froze for a moment, closed the lid of the washing machine, pressed the start button, whirled around and crossed the room in her impossibly high heels. She then sank on her knees right in front of his feet. Her movements were fast, sure and graceful and as usual he admired the seeming easiness in which she moved wearing those six and a half inch high instruments of torture. He also saw the big alligator clamps she had put on her nipples; their sharp, pointy teeth would undoubtedly leave bloody, lasting marks on her nipples.
Those clamps, more than her whispered apologies and the fact that though she was bent over his feet she didn't dare touch his shoes with her lips, were a sure sign that she was feeling very bad about something, something more than just not having been in her space on the rug at his return.
"Get up and look at me, Anna, my pet!" His voice was stern and cold; he wanted her to know that she was in deep trouble, but also that he still loved her. "Look at me and tell me what happened, baby-girl!"
Even with her highest heels Anna had to tilt her head back and look up to be able to look into his eyes. Standing at a bit over 5' 1'' on her socks, the heels brought her up to almost 5' 8'' which meant that she still was half a foot shorter than his generous 6' 3'' frame. A former Quaterback of the New York Yankees he had ended his professional career at 26 when his knees had started to give out on him and he had earned enough to live comfortably off the interests for the rest of his life.
He had quickly found out that retirement did not suit him and had gone back to school to work on a masters degree in business administration and software design. He had founded his own firm and after a slow start, he now was the head of an internationally operating IT-firm.
"Do I have to repeat my order, pet?"
"No, Master ,please forgive your unworthy pet. I have no excuse for my failure."
"Tell me about your day, Anna!"
His words and expression didn't betray that what he really wanted to do was to pull her in his arms and forgive her transgressions whatever they may have been, but he knew that he would not act on that impulse. He was not only her loving Husband, he also was her Master and thus the one responsible to make sure that she clearly felt the consequences for having disobeyed his orders.
"I started work at seven and called it a day at three-thirty. When I came home, I took a shower and gave myself an enema as per your orders, Master. The soap solution I used must have been too strong. I had to repeat the cold water rinse-out twice which made me a bit late, but still I felt drained and tired and decided to lay down for a short nap. I set the kitchen chronometer to twenty minutes. But when I woke up I saw that almost two and a half hours had passed and I panicked.
"I knew that I had still most of my chores to do before your return and that the probability of that happening was very low thanks to the two hours I lost sleeping. I'm sorry, Master, please punish me."
"I will, my pet, in time, but first tell me, which of your chores did you do first after you had calmed down and tell me in detail what those chores were."
"I had to do the laundry, clean the master bathroom, dust the playroom and prepare dinner. I started with dinner to make sure that you would not go hungry, Master, then I cleaned the bathroom and dusted the playroom. I hoped that you would be late to also get the laundry done before your return, but that evidently did not work out. I'm sorry that you now have to punish me for my self-indulgence, negligence and disobedience."
"Anna, my pet, don't you think that as your Master it should be up to me to decide for what you will be punished and what that punishment should be?"
"Of course, Master. I did not want to presume. Do with me as you wish."
"I will, my pet. For starters I want to have a closer look at you. Turn around, bent down and pull your buttocks apart."