It's 5pm, I'm lying in bed, just waking from a short nap. I roll onto my back and stretch, easing out the sleepy stiff feeling in my muscles. My ass cheeks still sore from the previous nights play, I smirk to myself and remember the delicious torture Sir inflicted on me.
As if by magic I feel the wetness pooling in my silk panties, just the memory of him makes me swell and throb. I resist the urge to slip my hand between my legs, Sir wouldn't like that, but I squeeze my legs together and squirm lightly in a small act of defiance. He will be home soon and I'm not sure my ass can take another night of punishment just yet.
The red silk of my panties is getting wetter, the patch of juices seeping thru the dark soft fabric. Maybe I can do it without getting caught, the thought flickers thru my mind for a second and I cast it off quickly. It's forbidden and I want to please him, but my body is hungry. Orgasm deprivation was definitely working. I glance at the clock, 5:05, Sir will be walking in any moment. I should get up and prepare dinner.
I slip out of bed reluctantly, smoothing the sheets and pillows quickly. I make my way to the kitchen, naked except for the red panties Sir instructed me to wear this morning. I pad across the linoleum and get the rice from the cabinet, absentmindedly reading the box, still a little dazed from my nap. Thoughts of Sir swimming in my head, the way he owns me, the way he....
The click of the door brings me to my senses. My heart quickens as I feel his eyes on me. I fumble with the packet and try not to turn around. He left specific instructions this morning and I know I have failed. My ass was gonna feel this sooner than I could take, but I should have known that when I chose to nap instead of preparing dinner.
His eyes are boring into me now, I hear his breath getting shallower, almost matching mine. My heart is beating out of my chest with anticipation and the wetness is moistening my panties visibly. I try harder to disguise my body's reaction to his presence, breathing slowly in and out and fussing with the box.
I hear him step slightly closer and inhale, smelling my musk. His deep husky growl reminds me how much he craves me, the thought makes my panties wetter still.
I reach into the upper cabinet for a plate, wanting to look unflustered. I tiptoe and almost fall, the intoxication of having him so close to me making my head dizzy with wanting. I feel him watching my ass, know he's admiring the pert mounds as I move. I arch my back a little to tease, pushing my peach out slightly. The purple blue bruises left behind last night already coming thru. Another low toned growl tells me he approves.
"Come here" Sir half bark half asks, the authoritarian tone makes me weak.
I meekly lower my feet and turn slowly towards him, my nipples hardening as I quickly glance up see his hardness already pressing against his shorts. Remembering my rules I lower my eyes to the floor again and make my way over to him, my breasts lightly shaking with every step until I'm in position.
"On your knees now!" Sir orders, the control in his voice strong and confident.
I comply and slip down to the floor. I know what he wants but I know to wait. My back straight and hands against my thighs, I shake my hair back slightly and raise my eyes to meet his expectantly. I'm lip level with his cock and my mouth is watering at the thought of him owning my mouth. I lick my lips quickly. Sensing my excitement a smirk appears. A short laugh as he instructs me to remove his shorts.
