Chloe waited patiently, her ass in the air, until finally she heard his footsteps on the stairs. A chill ran down her spine, and it was all she could do to stifle an excited whimper. As his keys hit the lock, she heard him speaking to someone. Assuming that he was on his phone, she didn't give it another thought, until she heard a man's voice reply. She scurried behind the door, still in her Master's favorite position.
As he stepped in, he glanced down at her, and smiled. It was as if he could feel both her trepidation at the sound of this stranger, and also feel her overwhelming desire to please him. He knew that the first emotion guided her behind the door, while the second kept her at his beck and call. He guided his guest to the living room, mercifully letting the door block her from view.
As they continued to chat, she heard him pause, then raise his voice slightly. "Chloe, angel, be an angel, and bring us two bourbons. Her eyes instantly widened. Her clothes were still on the stairs outside! This was clearly a test... but could she let her fear die, and do as she was told? She managed to slink unseen to the bar, and poured the drinks, with no ice, as he liked them. She summoned her courage, and forced her shaking legs to carry her towards his voice. As she rounded the corner, she could not keep her eyes from rolling. Of course he was prepared. He always was. In front of her, on the coat hook was a tiny black dress. She pulled it over her head quickly, noticing that it left most of her ass exposed. But, she assumed, for a first meeting, it was better than nude. She strode confidently into the room, Handing her master his drink first. She made it a point to bend over, giving his guest a view to remember. As she handed this man his drink, she was actually proud of his attempt to not look down her dress at her ample tits. Of course, he failed, but he did try. She smiled broadly at him, as his face reddened. My GOD, he was handsome! Clearly, her master knew what she liked.
Suddenly, her Master stood, and excused himself for the restroom, but as he passed, he put his hand on her neck, lowering her to her knees in front of the stranger. Her cheeks reddened, as she struggled to keep her eyes on the floor, and away from the growing bulge in his pants. She jumped, as his hand touched her face, brushing her hair from her eyes. She suddenly noticed the wetness between her legs. She wanted him in the worst way, but knew better than to act without permission. After what felt like an hour, her master returned, and looked at the stranger.
"Did she behave?"
The man chuckled.
"Other than one tiny whimper, she never moved, or said a word."
Master lifted her to her feet, and kissed her deeply. "good girl." slid from his lips, and he guided her to the dining room table. She started to sit, but he quickly corrected her, pulling her to her feet, and bending her over the table. She felt her dress slide up her back, and her master's feet push her legs apart.
