Dixie knelt before him as he entered the house. Master had been gone on a very long trip, and she also competed with His wife for His time. He was tired and she expected some extra tension with this visit. They had had some e-mail correspondence during his trip about His home troubles. More bullshit about His wife then she cared to read about, but she was His vent, His word-vomit catcher, per say. However, He was very sweet and humbled at her presence before Him. She untied his shoes and helped him out of them. Then came His belt. As she pulled it loose and out of His belt loops, His hands find her hair and entangle themselves into her long brown locks. She then unbuttoned his jeans and helped Him out of them.
"May I now stand and help you with your shirt, Sir?" She asked, not daring to stand at His level without permission.
"No, its fine for now, go get me a beer." He demanded as He walks away from the door now and into the front room of the house.
With her head held down she stands and quietly goes to the kitchen for His request. When she returns, she kneels again at his feet, head remaining down and hands him His beverage. His gratitude for her obedience only shows through His unspoken words. She knows when He is displeased with her.
"Would you like for me to run you a bath, Sir?"
"Hhmmm, that does sound very inviting bitch, but I think for now you will suck me off.....Now!" He lifts her chin and winks at her.
Not something Dixie enjoyed doing, sucking His cock directly after he walks in the door after having driven about 600 miles, without showering. Knowing any reluctance will only result in punishment, she proceeded to complete her task. He tasted very salty today and that was only the skin so far. After about ten minutes of adding her saliva to His salty sweat taste, it didn't bother her anymore and she could really get into sucking on her love. Oral had always been an activity she prided herself on perfecting. Taking in suggestions from previous men and always listening to instructions when they were given. Basically finding out most men enjoy the same style of head, with little differences here and there.
It wasn't too long into this task that He was ready to explode in her throat. He took His cock out of her mouth, slapped the shit out of her face with it, then shoved it back in her throat and released. Hot, salty cum gagged her as it hit the back of her mouth and she struggled to swallow, but knew she had to. Once down into her stomach, she rested back and put her head down once again.
"Aahhhh that was just wonderful bitch." He praised His slut.
"You are very welcome Master. What may I do for you next?" She asked sounding especially eager to please Him more than ever right now.
"Come up here on the couch and sit next to me."
Her head shot up, completely caught off guard by this one sentence. He barely requested this action from her. To be next to him, at his level, at any point in time, was a privilege only His wife got, except for moments He requested. She got up and turned and sat next to Him, placing her head on his shoulder, nestling into His neck. This one single privilege was so great, if only she could just have this moment right now, forever......
"Have you behaved yourself while I was away?" He gazed down into her wide blue eyes. There were some year's difference between them and she was close to thirty, but her eyes showed the younger side of her.
"Of course Master" she spoke softly. "I have completed all your requests you stated in your last e-mail." It wasn't a long list, but some of the items on it were new for them/her.
"You got everything done....?"
She put her head down, slightly embarrassed, and nodded.
"Good girl." His smile wide across His face.
