Part three of the trilogy
You come home from work, tired and frustrated. Everything that COULD go wrong today did. And then some. The only thing buoying your spirit was a phone call you received while you were on your lunch hour. Josh called and listened to you complain about work, your boss, whatever. He listened well. Once you had cooled down, he told you that he had a surprise waiting for you for when you got home tonight. You asked what kind of surprise, but he just chuckled and said that it wouldn't be a surprise if he told you. You whined and begged but he still wouldn't tell you. You called him a spoilsport and you both laughed. He said goodbye and that he'd be waiting for you tonight. The thought of Josh waiting for you made your day pass more quickly, but quitting time just couldn't come fast enough.
As you worked, part of your mind tried to figure out what the surprise would be. It wasn't your anniversary or birthday. Josh didn't do much for his birthday and wouldn't plan a surprise for you for HIS birthday. Whenever Josh planned things, they were usually simple but fun. And sometimes sexy. Trying to picture what he might do made you get a little excited, both emotionally and physically. You tried to concentrate on work, trying to stay focused, but it didn't work. The closer it got to the time to go home, the more...aroused you got. Suddenly, you wanted to leave right then, twenty minutes early, but you knew the boss wouldn't let you leave, so you suffered in silence.
The boss walked out at four fifty nine and said that it was time to go. You already had your stuff together and pretty much ran past him out the door, not giving him a second look. You pulled your shoes off and ran down four flights of stairs, rather than waiting for the elevator.
As you got to the parking garage, you pulled out your cell phone to call Josh to let him know you were on your way home. He answered and you happily told him you were on your way. He said nothing for a moment but then said quietly but firmly, "When you get inside, drop everything and take off all of your clothes. Once you've done that, kneel on the floor and call to me and I will come to you to show you the surprise." With that, he hung up.
You looked at your cell phone in shock and surprise. Josh almost never took the dominant attitude with you. He was more of a half-middle of the road, half-submissive that you liked so much. He doesn't like to dominate because he's afraid to hurt you, even though it's something you'd like to try. He's used handcuffs and blindfolds before but nothing 'serious' as he calls it. Maybe he...nah. He's too scared of hurting you.
You pull into the driveway after the short drive home. Only one light is on, you can see it through the living room window. You get out of the car, a slight feeling of trepidation settling into your stomach. Usually, Josh has almost all the lights on. You reach the door and open it, it creaking slightly, and step inside. You almost call out, but then you remember the things he told you to do when you got there.
You drop your bag and pull off your shoes, dropping them on the rug. A chair has been left in the foyer. You pull off your coat and hang it on the rack and then undo your skirt and lay it neatly on the chair. This is followed by your shirt and bra, but you hesitate at taking off your panties. You pause, trying to decide how serious he was when a voice startles you. "I said everything!" You look up at the top of the stairs and there he is, staring down at you, his face darkened by shadows.
You blink twice and then slowly remove your panties, vaguely smelling your excitement on them. Suddenly, you can't remember what he said to do next. You place your panties on the chair with everything else and look up at him.
Josh tilts his head slightly to one side and simply looks down at you. You look up, confused as things are happening differently than usual. Josh suddenly points to the floor. You eyes widen as you remember his orders and quickly kneel on the floor, your head down. "Josh? I'm ready."
He slowly descended the stairs, his gaze boring into the top of your head. The squeak of the seventh step gives you some idea of how far away he is, even though you can't see him. He pauses at the foot of the stairs, making the seconds tick by ever so slowly.
Finally, his feet enter your view. He's wearing black dress shoes and matching pants, which is odd, since Josh hates getting dressed up. You feel his hand run through your hair, stroking it softly. You nuzzle your head in his soft touch and start a soft purring sound. "How was your day, angel?"
You start to answer but your head is suddenly jerked back hard enough to throw off your delicate balance. His iron grip on your hair doesn't let you fall, but it causes an explosion of pain as your hair takes your unbalanced weight. You cry is loud and harsh.
Josh leans his face in to yours, his expression fierce. You will be silent, angel." He says the last word as if spitting out poison that burned his mouth. "But tonight, you are no angel. No. Tonight, you are my slave. You are my slave and I am your Master." He relishes the word 'master', drawing it out like a snake would. "Do you understand?"
Without speaking, you nod your head, hair still pulled tight in his hand.
"Good. You will refer to me as Master or you will be punished. Do you understand?"
You nod.
"Speak, slave. I want to hear you say it."
You lick your suddenly dry lips; you voice catching slightly in your throat. "Y-yes, Master."
"Very good, slave." He releases your hair as if her were throwing away a piece of garbage.
You regain your balance, looking back down at the floor like a good slave. Your mind is reeling. It's almost like he suddenly has a second personality. It's frightening. And arousing.
Josh grabs your chin and tilts your head back. You look up at him and he's holding a black piece of cloth. "Cover you eyes. I don't want to ruin your surprise." He smiles a smile that sends a shiver up your spine and causes you to break out in goose bumps.
'There's more?' you think. Him switching roles is apparently just the tip of the iceberg. What else did he have in mind? You reach up and take the cloth and tie it into a blindfold, light barely peeking in around the edges where the fabric is thinnest. You sit quietly, trying to hear movement of any kind.
Nothing.
Pure silence.
Your elbow is grabbed and Josh pulls you up, so you can stand. You groan silently as your knees release the stress of kneeling. You straighten your legs and your knees pop softly, eliciting another groan.
Josh's breath is on your neck as you groan, breathing in your ear and on the cooling skin of your neck. You head tilts toward him and then away, offering up your neck to him. His breath stays there a moment longer and then disappears, causing you to whine softly in your throat, wanting the touch of his warmth again.
He whispers in your ear for you to wait here and to not touch the blindfold. You hear his soft footsteps as they recede in the direction of the kitchen. You then can make out the sound of something being moved and then the faucet comes on. A small clink indicates a glass and then his footsteps return. Then, all sound stops.
You turn your head left and right, trying to pick up his breathing, his heartbeat. Anything. Nothing. You are about to speak and you feel something against your lips. The edge of a glass. The lack of scent means water. You stick your tongue out and a small amount of water drips onto it. You lean you head forward and the glass tips, letting the cool liquid coat your tongue and ease the pain of your parched throat.
