His Return
He had been gone for weeks now and she was all to eager to feel His warmth and presence again. As she always was allowed she had spent some time with her F/friends whilst He was away, but she always tended to her tasks, not wanting to displease Him in anyway. Knowing that He has taken great pride and pleasure in having her at His feet always warmed her and filled her with the happy contentment of her own submissive needs being filled with His pleasure.
Since that perfect day that she had knelt before Him, her head lowered and her arms raised and crossed at the wrists, her thighs softly pressed together respectfully in submission to Him, she had been complete and would do anything and everything He ever commanded her to, for her love and trust of Him was deeper than anything else could ever be.
His domain spotless as she always kept it, she flitted from place to place lighting His favorite scented candles as she watched the time grow closer and closer. She bathed earlier in a lilac scented bath, knowing that the scent pleases Him as much as the bath soothed her senses. His chair all set perfectly for His body, she drifted for a moment into happy recollection of how He looks sitting firmly in it smiling down at her soft self, His firm hand caressing her soft hair and tender flesh sending the achingly desired Goosebumps racing across her flesh.
Snapping back from her day dream as the soft candle light warmth caresses her flesh she feels the tingle of the bumps still upon her flesh and her heat already dampened from just the thoughts of His touch. Her hands slip to her soft hair as she kneels upon her cushion next to His chair. Her fingers tussle with the hair for a moment, pulling it out over her right shoulder and knotting it for Him to see and hoping it pleases Him.
The sounds of a key clicking into the lock come to her ears and she quickly snaps into Nadu as the door swings open.
His form stepping in through the doorway as His eyes twinkle in the candle light room. The smile upon His face noticeable to her even from across the room as her knees remain parted and her hands crossed behind her as she lowers her head and eyes before Him.
Setting His belongings down He moves to His chair and sits back as His hand rests upon the back of her head. Her body trembles to His gentle touch as His fingers roam down her hair, reaching the knot she feels the pause and her eyes roam upwards just enough to find His gleaming down at her, telling her that He did indeed recognized her thoughts.
His hand grasps her hair firmly and pulls her head up to look into her eyes more.
"Yes girl, soon, One has missed your softness very much and W/we will get there soon enough. You have done well with your tasks and chores whilst I was away and to find you as always so perfectly lovely and awaiting Him always pleases Me greatly."
She watches as He sips the tea she prepared for Him and hears the soft clack of the china cup settling back down upon the saucer and feels the grip in her hair tighten just a bit as He rises.
"Heel kajira." rings down to her ears as she feels herself being lead across the room.
Her body responding instantly she moves to all fours and follows along happily behind Him as He leads her across the room. Her mind flooding with thoughts of what He might have in mind for her.
Quickly she realizes T/they are headed for the saw horse and she feels her heat swell in anticipation and need but she restrains herself from any obvious thoughts as she knows she must. She feels His hands direction pulling her up and guiding her soft form out over the saw horse. Her body bent at the waist, as the saw horse kisses her belly and her wrists are firmly shackled to the wall beyond the device. Her bare ass raised and pushed out for His viewing delight as she feels her ankles shackled to the outer edges of the saw horse, opening her heat to the sensation of the cool air flowing against her.
Her body trembling softly with need she remains quiet as He moves back to His chair and sits, leaving her open to His eyes from across the room, knowing how she likes being on display for Him. She can feel the heat of His eyes roaming her exposed flesh, slowly up her ankles and thighs, across her rounded ass and across her backside to her hair and its knot. Her sex heating more and more at the thoughts of what His eyes are drinking in and what thoughts He is having Himself, she feels her heat swelling more as she wriggles against the shackles some knowing His eyes are upon her but feeling the sweetness of being totally vulnerable to Him as well.
For she knows not how long He leaves her there, draped across the saw horse on open display for Him as He finishes the tea and she waits unable to see Him, only to picture His eyes upon the flesh that is for His eyes only.
She hears the leather of His chair shift as He rises from it and then the footsteps moving up behind her. Then the sudden gentle touch of His hand to the middle of her back. His touch sending shivers of impending pleasure through her body and she tosses her head so that her hair fully moves to the right for Him. His hands roam her body freely, reaching under and tugging her nipples firmly and then down her sides, to her hips and up around onto her back again before allowing His fingers to race up her spine, to the collar around her soft neck and to trace its edges under her soft hair. Her body afire with His touch she fights a moan and as His hands trace out up her extended arms and back down, caressing every soft inch of the body that is His.
His hands sending the fire down her thighs as they roam down to her ankles and rise back up slowly, taking their sweet time to feel every inch that is her again and again. Rising up and circling and clutching her rounded ass His hands roam and caress over and over, fingers slipping down ever so close to her swollen, damp heat but never quite touching.
Then the fire strikes and a cry of pain and then intense pleasure as His hand slips away and returns with a smack to her extended ass. His hand clutching and squeezing and caressing the fire into her body tenderly. Again she feels the burn of delight sting into her ass as she raises it dutifully to Him but also wanting it more and more. His hand sending the burning delight into her very soul as He swats her ass again and again until it is brightly rosy and the tears of delight in the touch of her Master coat her cheeks. Her heat throbbing with need as His fingers tease across its swollenness a time or two.
Then nothing, except the faint sound of His steps moving back away from her. She struggles to turn and see Him but the bonds prevent it as she feels the heat of her ass warming her so deeply from His touch.
She writhes on the edge of begging for release as she feels His eyes watching her, feeling her need with them and drinking in the beauty that is her before Him. She knows He is there behind her and she knows she pleases Him but she feels her need so strongly, to feel His touch more, for Him to take her in every way that pleases Him and yet having release herself.