Pt. 2: Master Arrives Home
She hurried through her shower worried that she would take to long and not be waiting in the Playroom as Master had told her to do in the note but upon getting out of the shower and drying off she looked at the clock saying 5:35. She didn't know whether to think the time was dragging by or moving to fast.
After finishing toweling off she sat on the edge of the bed, reaching over she opened her ankle cuffs and placing each one on she locked the small padlock that held them in place, then repeating the same for her wrists. Her collar was laying there as well but she knew that she was not to place that around her neck, Master would if he wished her to have it.
She sat on the bed until she could no longer stand it and finally had to get up and move around. She was nervous, she had made her Master displeased before and suffered the consequences for doing so but never in all their time together had she made him this upset at her and again she thought to herself about how he had every right to be. She was pacing around the house like a cat in a cage and glancing at the time whenever she passed a clock, trying to calm herself and failing to do so miserably.
Finally the time showed 6:10 p.m. Master wasn't that far away by now, usually getting home at around a quarter after, she went into the Playroom and took her place as she knew that Master expected, kneeling down on the floor in the center of the room with her collar in her hands and placing them on her lap. She looked at the Playroom seeing that at some point Master had taken the time to prepare it, a small padded table was placed with the head of it against the wall, over the table hung one of the spreader bars suspended from a chain through the pulley attached to the ceiling brace. The wall cabinet, where Master kept his tools, equipment, and toys in was, as always locked but she knew that it would be opened at some stage and with a lump in her throat she wondered what Master had in mind for her Discipline. The sound of the door unlocking and opening jarred her out of her thoughts, she had not heard Master's car pull into the drive, sitting up straight as though she had been shocked she cast her eyes down,. Master was home and at the realization of this, she began to tremble for she knew that Master would have no kind words or touch for her this evening.
Walking in the door he took a glance into the Playroom to see that she was waiting there as he had told her to be, seeing her knelt down on the floor he then made his way into the lounge and sat his stuff down, after a few moments he made his way to the Playroom and sat down in the chair facing her, looking her over and saying nothing. She knew not to say anything for Master had not spoke to her nor given her permission to speak. She could feel his gaze upon her and she wanted to look up at him but dared not to and she wondered if he was ever going to say anything to her and at the sametime she almost prayed that he wouldn't.
Master leaned forward and took her collar from her hands and without having to be told she moved her hands up and lifted her hair so that he could put it on her. Master placed the collar around her neck and buckled it closed, when he had done this and had moved his hands she let her hair fall back over her shoulders and obediently placed her hands back on her lap as Master sat back in the chair again. Finally he spoke.
"little one, what did you think you were doing last night?" he asked her
She thought that his voice would be gruff and harsh and was very surprised that it was in fact smooth and calm, taken aback by this she hesitated in her answer.
"Answer me little one." Again with the same smooth, calm voice.
