The phone rings.
"Hello sweetmeat, I'm picking up my tools now 20 minutes."
"Yes Master." Click.
The call has become a code between us. Nothing needs to be said but you know what to do and you know no matter what else you will be ravished and sated before the evening ends. But first you have much to do in the 20 minutes you have available.
A quick look in the mirror makes you decide you are going to risk the extra minutes to shower quickly. Even this simple task reminds you of the life you have chosen. As you wash your breasts, cleansing them thoroughly the huge gold rings adorning each nipple slip through your fingers. The simple gold chain around your neck, to anyone but you and I, just a simple gold necklace, a first gift between lovers, to you and I a symbol, my mark of ownership, your collar. Only you and I know that there is no clasp, the chain was bought extra long and with my own hands I removed the clasp and repaired the chain around your neck. The only way the necklace will ever come off is to ruin the beautiful jewelry. Washing down over your stomach and on to your crotch the smoothly shaven lips slipping erotically through your fingers. Your mind darts to the time but you cannot resist giving each of the three rings nestled there a small tug.
A shiver runs down your spine but you know you have taken too much time in your own pleasure and will now have to rush to be ready. You rinse and hop out of the shower. Grab a big fluffy towel and rush to your closet drying as you go.
At the closet you pull out the black silk blouse and slide it over your shoulders without buttoning it. The black mini skirt slides up your thighs it is not the shortest skirt you own but you remember vividly that bending and fast walking are impossible without letting everyone see all of your charms. As you button the first few buttons of the blouse you slide your feet into a pair of black sandals with 3" heels. You have taller ones but since I didn't tell you what to wear you put on your favorites.
From a drawer you pull out a black silk scarf, 4 leather cuffs, 5 padlocks and reaching for the last item you pause. There are three ball gags in the drawer you remember me teasing that the smallest isn't even a challenge and you hate when I use the largest because it leaves your jaw sore after only a short period. You grab the middle one and head to the front door. You kick the rug aside revealing three "D" rings embedded in the floor. You suck the ball gag between your teeth and buckle it in place. You buckle the cuffs in place ankles and wrists then the blindfold. Working by feel only, you wish now you had checked the clock one more time before putting the blindfold on.
You sit down in the practiced position and snap the first padlock locking your right ankle to the floor then the left. You twist and lock your left wrist to your left ankle. Feeling between your legs you force your pussy down to the floor and slip the fourth lock through the ring in the floor and pause then lock it through both labia rings. You sometimes lock yourself down by your clit but you are so excited now you fear it would make you cum. That leaves the last lock this one is the hardest but with one hand you manage to lock your right hand to your right ankle.
Your breathing becomes fast as your cunt begins to drool, dreaming of what pleasure we might explore tonight. Then just as you hear my truck in the drive the phone starts ringing. Your head snaps in the direction of the phone knowing you can't answer even if you wanted to. Then my key in the door and a draft on your exposed cunt as the door opens wide.
You swallow hard as you picture what you look like from the street I have often told you no one can see and if they did by the time they took a second look the scene would be gone but it doesn't help your nervousness.
I close the door and pick up the ringing phone my hand stroking your hair.
"Hello"
"Yes Gloria of course I remember."
"No Vicky is a bit tied up at the moment."
"Well you can call back in a few minutes or I can help her get freed up enough to talk."
Your mind is screaming please don't be so close to the truth with my mother she will know for sure what we do, and NO I don't want to talk to her right now I WANT my MASTER. But you can't say or do anything. You hear the drawer opening and wonder what I could be doing stalling, making your Mother wonder?
Then I slip the headset to the cordless phone over your head adjusting the mic and removing your gag. As you begin talking to your mother I open the buttons on your blouse exposing your rock hard nipples. After toying with the rings a bit I hang a 1" brass bell on each nipple, then one on your clit ring. The bells are not heavy but you know from experience it takes very little movement to make them ring. I bend down and kiss your earlobe whispering hello pet I love you then go to the kitchen to fix myself an iced tea as I know your mother will have you on the phone for at least 20 minutes. I begin planning a chair that can be used in the same way. Then you could be locked down on the phone with mom and I could eat you out till you screamed in her ear mmmmmmm what a thought.
After fixing my glass of tea I come back and stand in the hallway watching you. I hear you tell your mother that is just his way. I chuckle knowing you are getting the third degree about what I told her. I drink half of my tea watching you and decide you are doing well and need no help so I go to the bedroom and strip for a shower.
Padding silently back through the hall I check on you one more time before getting in the shower. I shower quickly listening intently in case you need me. Getting to my manhood I give it a couple of soapy strokes just to make sure it is displayed to full effect then rinse and get out.
Hearing no sounds from the entryway I finish drying so I do not make a mess through the house. With the towel wrapped around my waist I pad to the end of the hall again. You seem to be through chatting, so I go to your side. When my hand touches your cheek you press against it, purring into my hand like a kitten with warm milk.
"How is Mother?" I ask as I step in front of you. I drop the towel and press my hard and still swelling member against your cheek.
"She's fine..... She knows you are kinky she just doesn't know HOW kinky or how much your sweetmeat loves it."