Fridays are my favorite day of the week. Not because it's the end of the work week, or because it's the start of the weekend. I love Fridays because it's the day of the week that I get to see him. My Dom. My Sir. My Master. It is the day of the week that I give control of my body to his hands, his mouth and his cock.
Friday mornings always start the same way. I get up, go to work, and at precisely 9:15am, I get a text notification. The words would differ from week to week, but the underlying tone was always the same - these were my instructions for the night, and I'd better make sure I followed them to a T.
Sir: Good morning, sweetheart. Are you looking forward to tonight?
sk: Yes, Sir. I am.
Sir: As am I. When you get to the house, take off all of your clothes, fold them, and set them on the couch. Then, go to the middle of the living room floor; get on your knees facing away from the kitchen. Bend over and touch your head to the floor, with your hands stretched out in front of you. I expect your ass to be the first thing I see when I walk through the door.
sk: Yes, Sir.
Sir: I will be home at 6pm. You are to be in position for at least ten minutes before I get home. I want you to take that time to think about all the ways you're going to take my cock tonight. Do you understand, kitten?
sk: Yes, Sir. I understand.
Sir: Good girl. Have a good day. I'll see you tonight.
sk: Thank you, Sir. You too!
His texts never fail to have an effect on my body. They make my nipples harden and my pussy cream. Once, when he was playing with my nipples while fucking me, I mentioned that I was thankful that the silicone nipple covers I wore under my bra helped to hide my body's reaction to his instructions. After a few follow-up questions, during which he pushed my legs up toward my chest and continued to thrust slowly into me, he told me that I was no longer allowed to wear the silicone on Fridays. He would allow me to wear a bra, but it had to be a thin enough not to dull the hard points of my nipples. He then started driving his cock into me, pinched and held my clit and told me that I was also required to leave my panties at home. I came, screaming, all over his cock.
The office was crazy today, so that even though I spent the day aroused, I didn't have a lot of down time to dwell on my condition. Just as I was getting ready to close down the office for the weekend, the phone rang, and I ended up leaving twenty minutes late. I knew that I should just go right over to my Master's house, but I felt grubby after a day spent rushing here and there, and decided to head home for a shower and a quick change of clothes. Master lived close to me, so I was sure that I'd get it done and be in place before he got home. I would have made it if I hadn't forgotten about the construction on his road. As it was, I got in, undressed and was getting in position when I heard the garage door engage.
I knelt there and tried to calm myself, but the jangle of the keys in the back door set my nerves on edge. I jumped at the sound of his briefcase hitting the counter top. My heart thumped to the tread of his shoes as he walked across the kitchen floor, and I couldn't help but hold my breath when he paused in the doorway to the living room.
He stood there for the longest time, and I knew what he was seeing. My ass high in the air, with my legs spread just enough that he also had a full view of my pussy. My arched back; my arms stretched out in supplication. My face down in the carpet, with my curly hair fanned wildly around my head.
He finally walked to me, and I couldn't help the soft contented hum that slipped out as he ran his hand down my back, from my neck to the top of my ass. My contentment didn't last long, though.
The hand on my ass pressed down seconds before his other hand landed on my ass with a smack. I yelped and the hand pressed harder.
"Stay down and keep still."
The "Yes, Sir" was barely out of my mouth before his hand fell once more against my ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His hand peppered my ass repeatedly, as I felt it heat, and then burn. I was panting when he was finished, but I had managed to stay still.
He knelt next to me, keeping his hand pressing on my ass. "Did you enjoy thinking about taking my cock tonight?"
I kept quiet; unsure of what to say.
His hand lifted, and landed on my reddened cheeks with a pop. "Answer me, little girl, and don't you dare lie."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't have time to think about your cock."
"And why was that?" he asked.
"I was late getting here," I answered in a small voice.
He landed another pop to my cheeks. "What was that? I didn't hear what you said."
"I didn't have time to think about your cock because I was late getting here, Sir. I wasn't in place for ten minutes as you instructed. I had just barely made it into position when you arrived home."
"I know you were late. I was driving right behind you, and saw you pull into the driveway." He reached down and wrapped a hand around my arm. "Stand up."
I was a little wobbly after being in position for so long, but the hand on my arm helped steady my feet. I kept my head down until his fingers slid under my chin to force me to look at him.
"You disobeyed me, so I'm going to have to punish you."
"Yes, Sir," I whispered.
"Master. Good girls have a Sir. Naughty sluts answer to their Master. Bend over the arm of the couch, facing outward."
