"I'll be home soon, slave. It has been a long and stressful day. Be ready to de-stress me."
The message was short and simple, but I knew what to do. I made sure that everything in the living room was tidied up and that dinner was laid out on the table. Then, everything in place, I went to kneel by the door to await my mistress.
I was naked, of course. Mistress only allowed me to put on clothes when I had to leave the house to buy groceries or run errands for her. I positioned myself off to the side of the front door, where my naked body would not be visible to the neighbors or other passers-by outside the apartment. No need to cause unnecessary rumors or neighborhood drama for Mistress to deal with.
After a few minutes, I heard Mistress's car pull up into the driveway. My penis involuntarily began hardening in anticipation, and I sat up straighter, ready to greet my Mistress. I truly enjoyed serving Mistress. Out of all of the masters and mistresses to which I had given myself in servitude over the past few years, Mistress was by far the kindest. She was stern and deMelelng, but she was not needlessly cruel, and she was liberally forthcoming with her praise and rewards for faithful service.
The front door swung open and Mistress stormed in, slamming the door behind her and dropping her purse and keys to the floor. Her long, brunette hair was done up in a professional but attractive bun, and she was wearing an expensive woman's business suit. Mistress was in her late thirties, and her rapid rise to the position of partner in her law firm was a testament to her capableness and dedication to her craft.
I began to bow in greeting, but she caught my head with both hands before I could lower it to her feet. Without a word, she hiked up the skirt of her business suit and roughly buried my face into her crotch. She had removed her panties in the car, I assumed, if she had worn any at all that day.
Taking her queue, I enthusiastically began devouring her pussy, running my tongue up and down her slit and sucking at her clit. She put one foot up on the footstool by the door and put both hands on the back of my head, holding my head in place as she began grinding against my face with grunts and sighs. I placed my hands on her buttocks and pulled her more tightly into me, allowing my face to be used for her gratification. It was difficult to breathe with both my nose and mouth buried in her slit, and I had to catch quick breaths whenever I could, but I didn't mind. My mistress's satisfaction was the most important thing in the entire world at that moment, more important even than air.
After several minutes, Mistress let out a small scream as she began to climax. She rubbed herself vigorously up and down my mouth as she rode out the intense orgasm. Finally, with a last shudder, she released my head. I immediately bowed my head to the floor before her.
"Welcome home, Mistress. Thank you for using this humble servant of yours for your pleasure," I said into the carpet.
"You never disappoint, Slave," Mistress purred approvingly. She stroked my hair as I sat up, beaming at her praise. "There are several boxes of documents in the trunk of my car, slave. While I shower, get dressed and bring them into the house. I still have lots of work to do tonight, unfortunately."
"Yes, Mistress," I said at once as I picked up her purse and keys from the floor and hung them on their hooks. "I'm sorry that you have had such a stressful day and that you have so much work ahead of you still. I will do everything in my power to ease your stress, if you allow me to."
Mistress let out a throaty laugh. "Believe me, Slave, you've already done wonders for my stress." She walked off toward her bathroom, unbuttoning her shirt as she went. Before disappearing around the corner, she added in a seductive voice, "But I'm sure I can put you to use in making the work a bit less tedious."
While Mistress showered, I cleaned my face off in the kitchen sink and straightened my hair. Then I threw on the set of clothes I kept near the front door and went out to bring in the several boxes of cases and statutes that were in her trunk. I placed them next to Mistress's desk, which was pushed up against one wall of the small living room. Then, I went to light some candles for Mistress's dinner and uncork a bottle of her favorite wine.
She emerged from the bathroom in only a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt, her hair in a loose ponytail. She had removed her contacts, and she wore her glasses. She sat down to eat the potatoes au gratin, steak, and mixed salad that I had prepared for her. She ate voraciously as always, since she tended to work right through her lunch break. I stood dutifully beside her chair, keeping her wine glass full. As she ate, I admired her casual beauty. To me, Mistress was the most beautiful woman imaginable, even dressed casually, even while she ate. Her power and prestige in the city's biggest law firm added to the intoxicating aura of power and authority that she carried with her at all times, even at home.
While she ate, Mistress regaled me with complaints about her co-partners, the bungling associate attorneys who were supposed to be making her job easier, and the obstinate district court judge before which she had appeared earlier that morning. She rubbed her temples in annoyance as she recounted details of the workload that awaited her that evening, and I recognized the signs of a headache coming on for her. Without being asked, I put down the bottle of wine and dutifully took my place behind her chair to begin massaging her scalp. She closed her eyes and enjoyed my skillful massage in silence for several minutes.
"What would I do without you, Slave?" she muttered affectionately. I blushed at the comment. "Oh, one more thing. I got word from my real estate agent today. The purchase of the house went through. We can move in in two days! Say goodbye to this crammed old apartment!"
I expressed congratulations for the fantastic news. For the past two years, Mistress had lived in this small apartment in the city, not out of a lack of money, but because of its proximity to her firm. Now, she had finally decided to start enjoying some of the significant income that her profession provided, and she had purchased an impressive luxury home in the mountains with a beautiful view of the valley below. She often expressed her excitement at the prospect of having a yoga studio and gym in her home, as well as the jacuzzi built into the patio overlooking the valley.
She enjoyed my massage for a few more minutes. Then, she heaved a sigh, got up from the table, walked over to her desk, and began pulling out documents from several of the boxes. As she worked, I quickly washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Then, I prepared some of Mistress's favorite snacks. My chores done, I stood in my usual place against the wall with the platter of snacks, ready to proffer them to her upon request.
After an hour and a half of focused work, Mistress sighed and set her glasses on the desk so that she could rub her eyes. I stepped forward to offer the platter of snacks to her. Instead, she sighed, and said "I need a break. Slave, why don't you take care of Kitty? Slow style this time."
