It was another day without Her. i went about my day in a kind of trance hoping that something that i did could distract me from how much i missed Her, and how much Her being gone was like a part of me being torn away. i walked into the house, and it was clean as it could be. i walked into the bathroom, and took off my clothes. i was shaven, clean, exactly as She wanted me to always be. A submissive without orders is lost, and that was what i was... a sub without a Mistress there to torment, torture and use. i went over to the answering machine.
"*BEEP* you have one new message..." and Her voice boomed out like a Goddess... "Hello my pet... I'll be home tonight, and you know what I want and how I want it... so you better be ready to serve your Mistress..."
My heart raced, and i almost fell to the floor. With my mouth wide open, i listened to the message three more times just to hear Her voice. Her business trip had taken Her for four days. That may not be very long to some people, but it was an eternity for us. my own distractions were just not enough to keep my mind off of worshipping Her again. They were nothing compared to serving Her. She was so amazing to me. She allowed me to pursue any of my dreams as long as serving Her came first. It always did... to me. She is my Goddess, my life, and my love.
i didn't know what time She would be home, but i knew that there were a lot of preparations to be made.
The craving was back. i could feel it building inside me. It started between my legs and slowly moved inside me. I felt the craving of being used, being Her slut, being made to worship Her cock and being raped by it. i almost couldn't hold the feelings in. The feeling was so powerful. Thoughts of Her.... penetrating my consciousness. The hours would be so long until She came through the door. i prepared as much as possible. i went to the bathroom re-shaved myself, and cleaned myself out. i knew how much She hated a dirty slut, and i didn't know how She would want me. i already had my chastity belt on and my collar locked on my neck. The time went by so slowly and i just lay on the floor and thought about Her. Her legs, Her hands, Her face... everything... even Her eyes just seemed to come out of the air at me.
The time was getting close so i crawled over the the door, and knelt there with the leash in my mouth. i didn't know how She would want to be served, and that was the interesting part. She never told me what to expect... i just had to be ready for anything.
Finally the doorknob rattled and opened, and there You were. A true Goddess, even in Your clothes from working. The clothes had their own look of being official and commanded respect. When that combined with the way that i thought about You already. It was almost like a Female interrogator. It was a powerful image. You had an annoyed look in Your eye. Walked over to me, took the leash and clipped it on my collar. Reached down and took me by the chin and brought me up to my knees. Gripping my chin harder and harder until Your nails were digging into my flesh.
"Guess who is not in a good mood?" You say looking into my eyes deeply. i don't reply. i just stare back into Your eyes thinking about the humiliating painful experience that is surely ahead of me.
"Get your ass downstairs now... and wait... if I hear a peep out of you this will be a more painful experience than even you can endure... GO!" She growled... i crawled as fast as i could down the stairs to the basement, missing the last two steps all together and falling down into a pile at the bottom of the stairs. It was humiliating hearing a evil laugh from the top of the stairs.
"Maybe I need to re-train you on navigating those stairs you worthless little whore?"
Then You shut the door and You are gone, and i'm in darkness. It is total and complete darkness. my mind wanders to so many different places as i think of what You have planned for me tonight. i can't help but be afraid. There are times that You scare me so much. There are times that i can almost not control my fear of You, and times that i'm so vulnerable, and truly open. You want that. You love that. That is what makes You come back for more and more, breaking me time and again. i always come back. i gather my strength for another go, giving You another chance to break me down to my true child, submissive self. You love stripping me of my macho manhood, my selfish pride and anything that is extra... stripping me to my baseline mind and soul. That part of me that needs to be in a huddled mass at Your feet.
i hear the clicking of heels upstairs back and forth, and i can't even tell how much time has passed. i try to think of what You could be doing there. Are You pacing? Just getting a cup of coffee or preparing to come down?... Are You going to do some of the things that You always threaten me with? How bad of a day did You really have? How far are You going to go this time? With my knees on the stone floor, i'm truly frightened.
Suddenly the door opens, and a crack of light comes downstairs. i smell You, and Your soul comes to the basement before You do.
