She searches for the oven mitts hoping the cookies wont burn before she finds them, meets her best friend for coffee, has a less than encouraging conversation with her mother on the phone, and watches a half hour of mindless chatter on television between her daily chores...It is a day like many others but she doesn't complain; she does all these things with a sense of pride and purpose that few would understand. She finds joy and contentment in keeping her home and preparing her mind and body in the service of her Master and His homecoming which draws closer as each hour passes.
Four o'clock
She opens the shower door and turns the water on and undresses; the steam rises and she steps inside. This is a ritual that is never rushed but thoroughly enjoyed. Lathering the cloth she cleans and polishes her skin with meticulous care and when finished, she notices her image in the full length mirror...she lingers there and wonders what must go through her Master's mind as He inspects her fair skin, the curves and contours of her body; she unpins her hair and lets the dark curls fall over her shoulders; wraps the towel under her arms and around her body, and slowly massages the lotion into her damp skin. Her hands stroke up and down her arms and shoulders, over her large round breasts, pinching her light caramel colored nipples, down her tummy and over her neatly trimmed mound, down the inside of her thighs and calves, reaching behind she rubs the lotion into her shoulders and back, down her ass and the back of her legs...all the while remembering the feel of His hands. Her mind leads her to a place where her body can't help but follow. Her hands sweep over her body once more and instinctively her pussy starts to ache for His touch, her mouth waters for the taste of Him and these thoughts make her dizzy with pleasure. Timidly she smiles and her eyes open as if she just woke from a beautiful but mysterious dream and the sound of his steps get closer.
Five o'clock
After applying her make-up and slipping into her black lace bra and stockings, she walks into the bedroom and finds the dress her Master had chosen for her to wear today. She slips into the simple black sleeveless dress, the hem falling just two inches above her knees, a modest front but a low plunging back, and black heels. She loved to dress for Him and His approval. She takes special care in combing her hair and styling it the way He likes, half of it swept up and gathered in a comb, with curls falling in ringlets over her cheeks and shoulders and fasten the silver chain and charm around her neck as she takes one last look in the mirror and walks downstairs.
Five-thirty
Just as she arrives in the front room, she hears the door open, Her Master is home. Her emotions leap with excitement yet remains quiet and patiently propositions his attention with her eyes. He drops his keys on the table and approaches and walks slowly around her. She wonders where they will be going tonight but to her surprise, without a word, He grabbed her hand, pulled her to the middle of the room and placing his strong hand on the back of her neck, he firmly pushes her down to the floor. She knows better than to say a word but she feels every step he makes and remains still with her ass in the air, her legs parted slightly and her arms outstretched in front of her. She also knows that her black lace nylons and garter straps her exposed to him in this position, as was her pussy for his pleasure. She is relieved that she remembered not to wear panties this time as she felt something cool tickle the underside of her thighs and then trace up to her pussy, it was his riding crop. She moans quietly for which she received a wicked swat on the ass. He began to trace her thighs up and down, and lift the hem of her dress up over her ass with His favorite toy, every once in a while pressing it against her pussy and drawing up through her ass cheeks. Silently she moans and breathes deeply and still he doesn't utter a word.
He stands in front of her, unzips and frees His beautiful cock, stroking it slowly. "You can taste Your Master's cock now," He says. Her face lights up and she smiles. On her knees she takes His shaft into both hand, one on top the other underneath, rubbing it gently across her face, brushing her lips over the tip before sucking it down and sliding it out again, purring and moaning as the taste and texture fills her mouth. Holding His pulsing cock in the palm of her hand, she kisses it, and smears His pre-cum across her cheek and over her lips, her chin and throat, then flattens her tongue and strokes His cock up and down on all sides, flicking her tongue all around the ridge of His head. She enjoys this so much and He knows it.