The text was very specific. You would be there at 9:00 and I was to answer the door wearing only your new birthday plug.
9:05 I'm nervously watching out the window as any vehicle turns onto the street
9:07 Fear that you'd changed your mind
9:10 Think I'm being stupid for actually thinking that we'd fuck again
9:13 Put on a robe and turn on the TV
9:18 A bang on the front door, I see you through the glass and whip open the door
You handed me a coffee and sheepishly smiled. "The line up at Timmy's was longer than I expected."
Your smile fades, "My instructions were specific."
"I got cold waiting."
"You had warning when I knocked."
"I'm sorry Master." Dropping to my knees I grab your zipper.
You put down the coffees and pull me up. Pinning me against the wall, you growl in my ear "It's time for your punishment."
"Yes Master," was the only response I could give.
Smiling, I couldn't wait to be punished. I starting getting wet just thinking about your cock in my mouth and all of the other the other pleasures that your punishments brought to my body. Knowing this, you changed it up.
"Today we're going to switch it up. You're not following instructions today. You will be giving the instructions. I'm not going to do anything to your body until you state it out loud. If you want your nipples twisted and sucked on because you were disobedient you need to tell me that's what should happen. If you want your ass smacked until it is bright red and throbbing, you need to say it out loud. If you think it is punishment to be chocked by my cock while I face fuck you. You should say it without mumbling."
I try reaching out to touch you.