2 "Taste"
When my Master arrives at home each day, I await him kneeling on my red silk pillow, naked and full of desire. I've usually been thinking about sex and since I'm not allowed to pleasure myself without permission, often I am aching to feel his touch.
I arch my back for him so my naked breasts will stand out. I pull at my nipples before he walks through the door so that they will be aroused and erect. I turn my collar straight and fan my long black hair out over my shoulders. I am clean, shaved bare and perfumed. This is my daily ritual and I look forward to this time every day.
I greet him with a smile. "Hello Master, how may I serve you?"
He almost always smiles, and if he doesn't I wait patiently for his reply. "Hello my girl," he might say, and if I am particularly pleasing to him he may tell me that I look lovely before he will give me direction.
On my favorite days he will sit on the large sofa next to my pillow so that I' can remove his shoes. I lay my cheek against his inner thigh feeling the soft caress of his slacks and gaze at his cock while I massage his feet. If I am lucky his cock will already be rising, thickening, showing me that my Master is pleased with me.
I look up at him, "May I Master?" I will ask in a low voice, revealing my desire, knowing how he loves that approach. I await his nod of consent. My mouth is watering.
When Master gives me permission I lean forward nestling my breasts between his legs as I stroke the mound in his pants. I can feel my pussy responding as I unbuckle him, freeing his erection. He is thick and long, circumcised and beautiful. I lick the underside, watching his eyes. I kiss the tip loudly letting a drip of saliva dribble down my chin on purpose as I start to feel slutty and wanton, loving this gift.