Your pulse raced as you reached out and knocked on the door of the house, but, not just any house... this was His house. It was heavy and wooden, just as you remembered and just the sight of it made you weak in the knees; your mind drifted back to the previous times you'd been here and the quivering, spent shell of a woman you'd been every single time. See, to most this was just an ordinary door to an ordinary house, but for you... this was the house of your Dominant, your Owner, the man who you got down on your knees and gave every last inch of yourself to, even if it was beyond what you thought was possible to give. Your brain quickly snapped back to the moment at hand as the door handle rattled and the door silently swung open, and there He was.
A well-built, dark-haired man is before you... His 5'11" frame stood proudly in the door frame, back-lit by the ceiling fan slowly humming in the background. He's dressed casually, dark slacks and a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the buttons undone halfway down to expose his chest and it's tangled mass of hair. His closely-trimmed beard was just starting to show some grey, and was thick and full, but his sharp jawline was easily visible as he smiled at you and looked you up and down. Your head instinctively bowed and your eyes dropped to his feet even before you began to speak.
"You commanded my presence for the weekend, Sir, I'm here to serve your every desire." your voice seemed to echo through your ears as the words came easily.
"And did you do all that I commanded, little one? Will your guest be joining us for the weekend?" his deep voice made you shudder.
"Yes, Sir, she will be here soon. You will have us both for the entire weekend."
"Very good, come in and place your bag in the dining room, we will wait for her. In the meantime, you can make us each a drink, little one."
He stepped aside and closed the door behind you as you entered, head still bowed until his finger touched your chin and lifted it.
"It won't do to have you stumbling and tripping over things, little one. Lift your head high and proud for me." His deep voice dripped with foreshadowing.
You straightened up and lifted your head high at His command and walked with an extra swing in your hips to the dining room and placed your weekend bag on the counter. You could feel his eyes taking in every curve of your body in the tight halter top and jeans He had requested that you wear and you just knew that He stopped to stare hungrily at your ass as you walked away. A moment later and you were at the liquor cabinet, carefully making his favorite cocktail with perfection, and pouring yourself a lightly mixed drink so you wouldn't get too tipsy before the night had even begun. Gathering both in your hands you walked carefully back and stopped to kneel before Him, knees spread wide, your back straight with your firm breasts proudly displayed and your head bowed low as you offered him the cocktail glass with both hands. He took the drink as his hands slipped around yours and his touch sent sparks through you... you could hear the ice rattle as he took a sip and sighed heavily.
"Perfect, as always, little one. Good girl." His deep voice sounded like a song. "You may get up now, join me on the couch and we can chat while we wait for your guest."
You rose from your knees, languidly, like a graceful dancer and bent low to take your drink from the floor where you had placed it then moved to the couch and sat down to cross your legs as He preferred you to do. You stole a glance up at him and quickly blushed thinking of the body his clothes were hiding that would be all yours this weekend, not even your guest had any idea what she was in for. Just at that moment, there was a gentle knock at the door, almost hesitant.
"That must be our guest, little one, please show her in so I can greet her properly. And make sure that she greets you properly as well." He said calmly.
"Yes Sir, as you wish." your voice was dripping with excitement.
You stood and hurried to the door, your heels clicking sharply on the wooden floor, your hips swinging even more now as you tried to calm yourself. This would be the first time that you'd ever brought your beloved Kitten to see Him, and you hoped that it wouldn't be the last. The door opened with the slightest touch and before you was an angelic vision of a petite young redhead... early 30's, firm b-cup breasts, barely 140 pounds and endlessly deep green eyes. The flowered sundress you'd picked out for her clung to her every curve and danced gently in the breeze. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw her wavy, naturally red hair gracefully dancing across her collarbones and highlighting the delicate collar she wore, telling the world that she was owned... owned by You. Her head stayed proudly high as her eyes dropped low out of respect and she spoke softly:
"Mistress, you commanded that your Kitten be here for the weekend, and I am here to serve your every need. May she please be allowed to enter?" Her sweet southern drawl slid easily from her full lips.
"Once my Kitten greets me properly, yes. There is someone I want you to meet, my beautiful girl."
She effortlessly melted to her knees, in full view of anyone who might be watching and took your hand in both of her tiny hands, bringing it to her full lips. She kissed the back of your hand deeply and slowly and waited for her heartbeat to slow before letting go. Your fingers curled gently under her chin and lifted her to her feet.