I knew he'd be home soon, my Master. Although he didn't like for me to call him that. He said he didn't need the title to be in charge. He was right; he didn't. One look, one raised eyebrow when I'd done something to displease him and I was quickly reminded of who I belonged to.
When I heard his truck pull in, I ran to the kitchen to mix him a drink and then, smoothing my clothes, I went to the door to greet him. He looked so tired after work but his eyes lit up as they traveled over the outfit he'd picked out for me that morning. It was a purple tank top from our favorite restaurant that was stretched tightly over my 42DD tits and a black micro mini skirt barely hiding my ample ass from view.
He leaned over, entwining his fingers in my hair and kissed me deeply. His kiss always made my body ache with yearning. "How's my puppy this evening?" he asked.
"Better now," I responded as he stripped off his uniform and donned his usual shorts and t shirt.
"Good," he replied. "Bring my drink to the bedroom please. I've been wanting to fuck you all day and I'm tired of waiting."
I scurried to get his drink, my heart pounding in anticipation. I could feel the wetness between my legs begin to grow. As I handed him his drink he reached out and grabbed me with his other hand as he sat it down.
"Come here my little slut", he said, sliding his hand under my shirt and pulling on my nipple. As I groaned at the combination of pain and pleasure he laughed, knowing that was only the beginning.
"Have you been playing with yourself all day like I told you too?" he asked.