Here I kneel, next to his bed, hands resting gently on my thighs, head bowed to the floor. Here I kneel, waiting for him.
It was the same routine, every morning I wake up at 6:45 and shower, ensuring to shave even the smallest of stubble from my pubes, armpits, and legs. My hair must be completely dried and pulled back into a single braid. I must not wear make-up for my Master says that it makes me look clown, plus he doesn't want me to give his friends false expectations. After I shower and fix myself up I am to head down to the kitchen wearing my chastity belt (Master does not trust me to be awake without him, so I am always belted unless I am under his supervision), and my thigh high black stockings. Masters' favorite breakfast is banana-nutella stuffed crepes, which also happens to be my favorite too! I am to make him three every morning, with a cup of coffee and his morning paper ready and on the table. Once his breakfast is ready I am to kneel by his chair and wait for him. Some mornings he is quick, other mornings I might be waiting for him until 9am. I don't mind, really. This is what I was born for. HE is what I was born for. Once Master comes down to breakfast I am to kneel by his side, never looking into his eyes, while he enjoys himself and sometimes he'll run his hand along my back. I live for these moments; it is in these moments that I feel closer to him.
Once he has finished his breakfast he retires to his study where he does his banking and handles all of his finances for his business. Master is a very important person, he owns an Escort service in Chicago. His business has been booming and he just recently moved his business to Seattle as well! That's where we met! I went in and applied for a job opening that was listed in the paper, he was looking for a personal assistant. At the time I had no idea what I was getting myself into!
While Master is in his study I am to start my chores for the day. Every day I am to clean the two and a half bathrooms, the living room, the activity room, the master bedroom, the hall closet, the second bedroom, and lastly I am to clean his bedroom closet. Each day as I complete my chores I am left alone for a few hours while Master goes to his business and checks on all of the girls. Sometimes I get jealous and I don't want him to leave me but he assures me that I have nothing to worry about, and every day he returns home to me, and tells me how special I am.
My chores take me until 4:00pm to finish. When I am done I must have dinner ready and waiting on the table by 5:00pm for when Master comes home. While he eats I must kneel by him and wait until he is finished. When he is done I am to clean his plates and retire to the bedroom where I must kneel by the bed and wait.
Here I kneel, next to his bed, hands resting gently on my thighs, head bowed to the floor. Here I kneel, waiting for him.
After what feels like hours, I hear the door creak open. The familiar scent of my Master floods the room; Old Spice Swagger, my favorite. It reminds me of the feel of his bare naked chest pressed against my face, his pecs grazing my cheek, his penis gliding in and out of me tantalizingly slow as I lay there bound to the bed. It reminds me of the sound of the flogger gliding through the air before it lands with a CRACK on my arse, as I kneel with my arse high up in the air. It reminds me that I am his. Kneeling here reminds me that I am obedient. I have been trained to be able to kneel in this position for hours. One day Master told me I was not to get up until he returned later that evening. From noon to dusk I knelt here like the good girl that I am and I waited for him. He came in that night with the biggest smile on his face because he was so proud. He knew that I stayed there all day by how sore I was when he picked me up bridal style to lay me on the bed and make sweet love to me. We don't make love very often but when we do I never feel more beautiful. As Master approaches me I can feel my pussy tingling through my belt. I don't like to wear my belt but I have to. I lost all privileges when he came home early to find me playing with myself using the jets in the bath-tub.
It was one afternoon last week, while I was finishing my cleaning. I finished up early and even though I had already showered that day I decided to take a bath in the master bathroom. Now when I say master bathroom, I don't just mean the biggest bathroom in the house, it is Master's bathroom and it is off limits to little girls like me. I didn't think he would know about it and I had three hours before he was supposed to come home, so like the rebel that I am I stripped naked of my tights and filled the tub up with bubble bath and I turned the jets on. I was so nice and relaxed and the jets felt so nice on my back and I wasn't thinking clearly when I opened my legs a little and one of the jets hit my clit. I jumped at the feeling and I felt so terrible that I made myself feel good while Master wasn't there, but then that quickly turned to excitement as I realized he wasn't there! He would never know right? And it had been a few days since he let me cum, it would only be one quick orgasm! Well, one led to another and then another and I quickly lost track of time. I could barely hear myself thinking over my moaning that I didn't even hear the bathroom door open up.
"What do you think you're doing?!" He boomed. I was so startled that I froze right where I was. That was a big mistake because the jet was still positioned on my clit and it felt so nice that my orgasm began to build before I could process what was happening and before I knew it I was screaming in the tub because my orgasm was so hard!
"I...ahh..." Was all that I could manage.
"You're in big trouble young lady! Let's go!" He reached into the tub and grabbed my by my left nipple and dragged me into the bedroom. He sat at the edge of the bed and pushed me over his legs so I was resting over his left leg while he held my legs into place between his. He then locked my wrists quickly into the cuffs that are attached at the edge of the bed. I was completely helpless.
"First of all, dinner was not ready for me when I came home. Second of all, you were using my bathroom. Third of all, you let yourself CUM, without permission, in my bathroom. You greedy little slut. I was even going to reward you tonight for being such a good girl but not I am going to show you what happens to bad little girls like you! What do I always say?"
I shivered as his hands rest on my bottom, anticipating what was to come. "Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get punished." I frowned to myself and cursed myself for thinking I could have gotten away with it. How could I have been so stupid?!
"That's right. Bad girls get punished. But I'm not going to spank you tonight. That's not good enough. Instead I am going to let you cum."
I was confused. I had just had three orgasms... why would he let me cum again?
"I want you to stay very still, do you understand?" He ran his fingers along my bottom and slowly led them to my asshole.
I swallowed hard. I was never into anal. "Ye-es, Sir"
I could tell that he was smirking. He loved to see just how far he could push me past my limits.
"Don't you worry, little one, I'll take care of you. I want you to feel every thing that I am about to do to you." I could feel a warm glob of spit land center on my asshole and slowly drip between my slit. His thumb gently probed my hole while his other hand reached around me to tweak my nipple. This is my weakness, my nipples are extra sensitive as a side effect from my birth control. Nipple stimulation was enough to get me drenched and running down my thighs. I let out a loud moan as he tugged and pinched and twisted my right nipple. I could feel his thumb pressing into my deeper and I began to tense myself. I tried to pull away, forgetting that I was cuffed to the bed.
"Don't tense, it'll only make it worse."
At first, it felt like I had to go to the bathroom, but as I eased into the sensation it felt absolutely wonderful. I was beginning to wish it wasn't just his fingers inside of me. While he still slid his finger deeper, I felt his hand slowly graze down my belly and descend all the way to my pussy. He pushed two fingers between my slit and ran then up and down, making sure they were nice and wet. He then began massaging my clit. I felt the familiar sensation of orgasm building deep inside of my tummy, I wanted so badly to open my legs but he was holding me so tightly that I was unable to move. Although the sensation was so strong I would never be able to cum with my legs held so tightly like this. As if he was reading my mind he pulled his hands away and all of the sensations stopped.
"Unghh...Why did you stop, Sir?" I groaned as he got up, letting me drop to the floor, my hands now cuffed above my head.
