I waited. I was kneeling by the front door, naked, head down, legs spread slightly, hand clasped behind my back. My body ached. I had been kneeling for five hours. Master had left instruction for me to wait. To do my chores and then wait. So I waited.
My legs, arms and neck ached, the muscles in my legs and arms quivered uncontrollably. They screamed at me to move. My breath was coming hard and fast. Despite the pain, my body was wet, dripping down my thighs.
The clock down the hall chimed the hour, one o'clock. My pulse raced. Master would either be home for lunch in a few minutes or in another four hours. The clock ticked and I strained to listen for the car to pull up the drive. I had just given up hoping when I heard the car. My breath caught in my chest when I heard a door slam, followed by the sound of Master's boots on the steps leading up to the door, the familiar jingle of his keys. My eyes closed, waiting.
The door opened, and He walked in. Keeping my head bowed, as ordered, I only saw His boots and part of the gray slacks I had ironed yesterday. Waiting for Him to acknowledge me, my arms and legs stilled. My whole body waited for His voice.
"My pet, how are you today?" He asked as He set His keys on the hall table. I did not speak, nor move. I continued to wait.
"Good, my pet. After yesterday festivities I expected you speak." There was a pause. "You may speak now."
