Master's slave sat down, just for a brief moment, for the first time that day. It was Friday afternoon, and Master was at work. The slave had busied herself cleaning every square inch of the home since her Master had left for work that morning. This was her usual routine, nothing out of the ordinary there. However, today she thought ahead to the arrival of a special guest as she cleaned.
Master had invited his friend Tausha over for the first time ever. Tausha lived out of state, so Master had her flown in for the weekend. She was a special guest for several reasons. She and Master went way back, and Master's slave was excited and eager to get to know such a close friend of Master's better. Tausha was also a special guest for another reason. She was the only friend of Master's who knew that Master had a slave.
This had the slave's thoughts running a mile a minute. How would this visit play out? There had never been guests over where the slave didn't have to hide her true identity. So she didn't quite know what to expect. It wouldn't be long now before she found out, and it made her heart race as if it were competing with her thoughts in a marathon.
The slave finished up the chores and the last of the laundry. she worked naked, wearing nothing but her slave collar around her neck, and her shackles on her wrists and ankles. These allowed Master to quickly tie her up in any position He desired in order to whip her for punishment, or for His pleasure; both of which He did often.
The slave checked her phone. It was time to start dinner. Master would be leaving work soon to pick up Tausha from the airport. Her flight was landing at a perfectly convenient time. The slave got to work preparing. she was going all out with this meal, eager to impress her Master with the meal itself, but also eager to allow Him the opportunity to show off His slave's skillful service to Him. The menu had been determined days prior. The slave went about preparing the soup, salad, homemade bread, the full course comfort food meal with more sides than could fit onto any reasonable plate at one time, and Master's favorite pie along with the additional option of fresh fruit for dessert. All from scratch. Two hours went by and it was time to get ready for the arrival of Master and His guest.
The slave went into the bedroom and paused. How should she prepare herself? Normally, this would be the time she dressed in a modest and traditional wife's outfit to make herself presentable to guests. However, she did not need to play this role for Tausha's sake, as Tausha was also into the BDSM lifestyle herself. The slave stood there for another moment thinking, and then she heard Master's car pull into the driveway. she decided it was best to remain in the bedroom, fully clothed as a slave, in her collar and shackles and nothing more, and await specific instructions from her Master. If He desired for her to put on clothes for Tausha's visit, He would let her know, and she could quickly do that before coming out to greet their guest. But since she wasn't sure, she did not want to risk greeting her Master with clothes that were not necessary and risk offending Him, as she had not received permission to cover her naked body.
her heart skipped a beat as she heard the key in the lock and then the door open. She heard her Master's voice, and then a response from Tausha. And then Master called out to her.
"Slave!"
"Yes, Master!"
she heard her Master say to Tausha, "she always greets me at the door. she knows better than this."
The slave's heart sunk immediately and her palms got sweaty. she had dishonored her Master. He was upset. she immediately felt shame and remorse. Why was she always in a state of confusion if she wasn't receiving direct orders from her Master. she did not mean to disappoint her Master, especially on such a special occasion, and she felt the tears well up in her eyes.
she went over to the bedroom doorway. The bedroom she shared with her Master. The bedroom where she slept every night, wrapped up in His strong arms. The bedroom where Master made love to her, fucked her, disciplined and beat her until she sobbed for His mercy and struggled to form coherent sentences, and tended to her lovingly, praising her when she was His good girl and telling her what a beautiful and valuable slave she was and how much He loved and cherished her.
Still naked, she quickly got into slave position apology facing the hallway, where Master would soon appear. she immediately felt His presence standing over her, and she began to softly cry and apologize.
"This is how You welcome me home in front of our guest?" He asked her, the anger and disappointment evident in His voice. she began to attempt to explain herself but was quickly interrupted with a forceful "Shut up, slut!"
"Yes, Master." she knew well from her thorough and harsh training from Master, that command meant that those would be the last two words she would utter before being given explicit permission to speak again.
"Stand up."
she obeyed quickly, in silence.
"Bring me your leash and a whip. Now!", Master barked.
she flinched at the force of the last word and quickly obeyed her Master, whimpering quietly. she returned quickly to her Master, got down on her knees and offered her leash and the whip to Him. He took them both and secured the leash to her collar. The pull came hard and the slave was brought up from her knees. Before she had time to process what was happening she was dragged out to the living room where Tausha had made herself at home on the couch.
A flood of emotions ran through the slave's mind and body. she had gone over this scenario in her mind over and over again for the last several weeks knowing their guest was coming and knowing that she knew of the slave's true identity. But this was still the very first time the slave found herself naked getting ready to be punished in front of any other person besides Master.
