Cher pushed the door open with her elbow and hurried to the kitchen counter. She wanted to put her grocery bags and holiday packages down before she lost her grip on them. She sat them down with a thump and one of the bags tipped over scattering groceries everywhere. Silently swearing at herself she took off her gloves. She slipped them into her pocket and took off her coat before hanging it up by the door. Then rubbing her icy hands she went to close and lock the door.
Holding the door for a moment she whistled for her dog Champ. He did not answer and she whistled again. When he still did not come she stepped out on the lawn and looked around for a moment calling him several times. He still did not come. Shivering and feeling a bit aggravated she turned back toward the house. She had wanted to get him inside before she had to lock up.
Before closing the door she whistled once more and looked out on the quiet wooded driveway to her house. She wished for a moment that she still lived in her old apartment so she could see when Sir David and the neighbors drove up. She still felt uneasy living so far back in these spooky old woods when he was out of town. She suppressed a shudder wishing she had worn her sweater outside and she called Champ again.
Where was that dog she wondered? She knew she would feel much better if he was with her. But, she decided that he must be out playing in the woods again and there was no telling when he would show up. At least he liked it here. Locking the screen and the outer door and switching on the floodlight she turned with a sigh to take care of the scattered groceries.
It was Christmas Eve and her Sir had been gone all week. Cher went to the answering machine to see if there was a message from him. As she played back the one message on the phone she heard the deep rich sound of his voice and her knees went a little weak as they did every time she heard him speak.
He said he was still in Ohio and his flight had been delayed due to some problems with snow and ice at the airport. He said that all the airlines were booked up and he was not sure when he would get home. He apologized and said he would do his best but he was just not sure if he would get home that night.
She was disappointed but she decided that she would think positive and hope for the best. She had decorated the Christmas tree that Sir had brought home the previous weekend, but she knew she had more to do and she wanted everything to be ready in case he did make it home in time.
After she put up the groceries she helped herself to a steaming bowl of beef stew that she had prepared earlier. She decided to leave the rest in the crockpot just in case. She carried the bowl into the living room while she ate to see what she had left to do.
She busied herself with the remaining decorations and as she did she thought about her beloved Sir. She had been with him for seven years now and she never tired of the role-play that they had come to love. Sir was very good at it. Over their time together he had taught her to play Daddy/daughter, Teacher/schoolgirl, Boss/secretary, Cop/bad girl, and various other types of play that she always enjoyed. She found that he had a wonderful imagination and occasionally had combined some bondage and discipline into their play. He especially liked spanking and she had come to enjoy it as well
He was the one who had introduced her to a world of His Dominance. He ruled their relationship well and she was very happy being submissive to his wishes. He was fair and kind, but most of all she loved the way his control of her took over her mind, body, and soul.
She loved serving him, but it was more than that. Even when they were not being sexual whenever he took control of her in any way it turned her on tremendously. She craved his every touch in her life. It gave her a fulfillment that she had never known before.
He also loved a bit of rough sex, as did she, and she melted every time he grabbed her hair and physically subdued her. He had mentioned several times that he wanted to try a kidnapping scene. She had been thinking about that idea a lot and every time she did it made her so hot that she had to ask her Sir for permission to masturbate. But she had not told him how the idea had turned her on because she wanted it to be spontaneous, and she did not want to spoil the surprise by talking about it too much. But she had to admit that she was wet now just thinking about it.
She started daydreaming about how her sexy Sir might handle such a scene as she put some goodies into his stocking. Feeling the slick moisture that was gathering in her pussy, she silently prayed that Santa would bring her the kidnapping scene she had been dreaming of for Christmas. Then she giggled to herself remembering how Sir always told her to be careful what she asked for. Then a wonderful idea occurred to her.
She put the last touches on the tree and she put a can of cashews next to Sir's chair. She quickly sliced some fruitcake, wrapped it with some plastic wrap and set it in the refrigerator with a canister of eggnog. It was Sir's favorite snack and she wanted to have some ready if he showed up.
Then she ran around the house gathering up his toys which she set out on a table and arranged them in the order that she thought he would want to use them. There were his favorite paddles, clothespins, handcuffs, and some of his best knives. She ran down to the basement and brought up some lengths of rope and a handful of candles. She wanted to have everything he might want to use available. Looking over the assortment of implements she remembered the sex toys in the bedroom. She ran into the other room and gathered the assortment of dildos, plugs and several long silk scarves.
After she arranged it all on the table with a new tube of lubricant she looked over the room. All was in order and she went into the bathroom to fill the tub with hot water and her favorite bubble bath oils. She wanted to be clean, and perfumed, and well prepared for anything that might strike her Sir's fancy when he came home. Pinning her long blonde hair on top of her head, she lowered her ample figure into the tub.
Leaning back into the delightful hot water with a sigh she closed her eyes and thought of her wonderful Sir. She said a silent prayer that He would be able to be with her on this Christmas Eve.
They had been introduced at dungeon party on Christmas Eve nearly seven years ago. Her Sir had given her his collar of consideration on Christmas Eve two years later, and her permanent collar on Christmas Eve the year before last. Since they were not officially married Christmas Eve had become the only anniversary they celebrated. And, she was anxious to be with him on this one since he had hinted that she would love the special surprise he had for her.
As she lay there half asleep she thought she heard something in the living room. She sat up and listened carefully. She didn't hear anything else so she relaxed and leaned back in the warm water again.
