"Pet", I hear the word drip like honey into my ear as I look out over the view from our hotel apartment and from behind me I felt a strong hand slide, leaving a trace of heat across my ass. Bare because it had to be, in heels because I must, and nothing else to have kept me warm other than Masters hand and my hair loosely laying against my back.
It came to rest on my shoulder and squeezed tightly forcing my cheek to lean into it.
"I'm out for an hour or so to do business My pet and don't pout! I've come a long way to get this deal done and I must attend to it. You won't be a naughty girl while I'm away will you pet!"
I spun around slowly, eyes to the ground. "No Master" I looked up quickly and then down just as fast as I attempted to gauge His reaction. "Good girl."
He allowed His hand to slip away, still watching me pressed up against the window, in full view of the apartments that faced our own. Being up so high, one can only look for a moment before feeling compelled to fall, but I love the view and I wonder constantly what goes on behind all those closed blinds before me.
When the sun begins to set, some of them open up to tempt the voyeur in me. Fabric rumples and comes alive as curtains are drawn back revealing the theatre of everyday life. I looked up to Him. "Master, I will simply enjoy the view until Your return".
As He backed away, He looked into me hard and I heard Him say "You naughty slut pet" and with that He disappeared into the bedroom. I had caught my breath at hearing the rustling through suitcase and turned to look out once more at the view knowing that He had made up His mind.
This slut pet was not to be trusted.Soon He returned.
I remained calm as I felt the cool leather of my collar slip home around my neck. I felt my hair slide out from under it as His hand pulled it free and laid it over my shoulder. I heard the flap of leather set into place as He pulled it so tight I had to lift my feet off the ground supported only on toes.
Once again His voice could be heard flowing, this time like icy water from stalactites.
"pet, that cunt is Mine. My property and as such is not to be played with unless I have decided it. Is that clear?"
I blink and nod.
"However, I do want my pet to get as wet as she possibly can," He said with a wink. I want to see it dripping from between your thighs and you are to be as fucking horny as the fuck slut I have created, when you see Me again. You will be begging to be taken, begging to be used and begging to be fucked. This room will smell like sex. Now is that clear pet?"
I nodded, but wondered how I was to achieve this by pure imagination only? No touching no teasing? The leather sprocket slid in a chink looser than I expected it would and in response my heels lowered to the floor. Click and the leash that I love so much because it bound me to Him became my captor. I found myself strung up to the curtain rail and tied into place. I could walk from side to side but no further than a metre each way.
"Place your hands here for Me pet" I complied and placed them behind me just so that they rested above my ass. Cuffs locked in place, chained and left like a felon just arrested. A dog, subject only to pacing back and forth like an animal.
Master grabbed my face in hand roughly and kissed my mouth. "I think You are fucking Hell sexy now pet! I cannot wait to see what is waiting for Me on My return!" I only saw a swish of the crop just as He reached to use it and "thwack!" Before it had even registered with me a long red stripe lay itself down across both cheeks.
"Master!" I cried as I raised one leg off the floor shying away from its sting. "Yes pet? Is there something you wish to add?"
Grinning He disappeared into the kitchen area, fridge flew open, rustle, rustle, cutting board thrown onto the bench and I know now how Master means for me to achieve His wish.
As He approached I spread my legs slavishly. He came to within an inch of my face and bored His eyes into mine as He inserted a large portion of wet, cold and perfectly sliced ginger trimmed to fit His ready cunt.