Master had told me to keep still. He had told me to wait for Him, my long, dark brown hair in the pigtails He oh, so loved, and naked on all fours on the soft and cuddly light pink blanket He had set out for me earlier. But it was hard! Every crackle or pop of the fireplace scared me! Silly, really, since what should scare me more right now was the unknown.
Was Master in a good mood? Had I done anything today that would result in punishment or correction from Him? I thought back over the last few hours. I had done a few loads of laundry, vacuumed the living room floor, gone grocery shopping, and had fed Him an easy but well-enjoyed dinner of cheesy tomato soup and thick, crusty garlic bread.
"I can see your usual doubts running through your beautiful head, but you worry for nothing, my pet."
I heard the sound of Master's powerful feet as they entered the living room. He fed some kindling to the fire that had been starting to die, bringing it fully, scarily back to life.
Master chuckled at my whimpers of fear and rubbed the top of my head with a gentle hand. He allowed that hand to travel down the back of my head, then. Lower, and lower it traveled. Down my back and over the curve of my ass. It stopped between the needy, humid area between my legs, where two lean, probing fingers pushed their way into my flesh. I blushed at the sound of wanton need that crooned from my lips.
"Needy as always, I see." Master's fingers left me all too soon and he moved to stand in front of me.
I yearned to reach up with a hand and undo his jeans, revealing the thick, stiff erection I knew would be there, but I remained still. I knew well that Master hated when I showed just how needy I truly was.
