Master's Comming Home

She rushes around the house trying to get everything done..... making sure to glance at the clock to mark her time. She sighs softly as she scurries about, gently slipping her finger between the creamy skin of her neck and her black leather collar to ease her tension. She does not want to be punished so she must hurry. Fresh from the shower she slips into her light blue silken robe. She runs into the bedroom, her firm thigh peeking out from beneath her short robe as she crosses the room. A delicate hand quickly sweeps her damp golden locks behind her shoulder. Frantically searching, her emerald eyes span the room and sparkle upon spying the small wooden box. She dashes over to retrieve it, her nibble fingers gliding over the smooth grain of oak. The small squeak of the hinges causing her to giggle as she peers inside the white silk lined interior. The sound emitted by the tiny box making things seem a little eerie in the big empty house.

Biting her lower lip she carefully removes her black leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Smirking while recalling how her Master insisted that her attire match cuff for cuff. She pulls out a long length of shimmering silver....her leash. Finishing the ensemble with her silver nipple clamps. Her body gracefully curves as she moves to bend over to firmly attach her ankle cuffs. Soon to be followed by her wrist cuffs. She gently extends her arms to view the sight of her bound wrists. Then carefully she attaches the silver clamps to her nipples. A slight shiver running through her body as the cold metal adapts to her skin. Moaning softly as they squeeze down and clasp her tender rosy flesh. The dainty silver chain attached to her nipple clamps lightly grazes the valley between her breasts, as she pulls herself up to stand in a proud stance. Fingers delicately fondle her leash before hooking it to the silver ring on her collar. She straightens her shoulders and sucks in a light breath through plush pink lips......preparing herself for her Master.

Dashing from the room; she sprints to the top of the stairs and takes them two at a time. Gripping the banister to balance herself. Her tiny feet halt after running down the stairs, affixing herself to the bottom step. She wrings her robe from her slender form....the silken fabric fluttering down to greet the plush white carpet upon release. The thudding in her chest pulses through her ears as she checks herself to make sure she is adorned as He demands. Gasping softly as she hears the gravel crunching beneath the tires of His vehicle....marking His arrival. Suddenly she bolts toward the door....skidding to a halt in the partially tiled entry way. Quickly running her fingers through her damp golden hair, her body trembles as she feels the familiar wetness growing between her legs with the longing for Him. She falls to her knees making sure to kneel back on her heels. Slowly parting her thighs and gracefully arching her back to thrust her small firm breasts up as high as possible. The anticipation welling up from deep within. She wiggles a little making the delicate chain between her breasts glide across her creamy flesh.

The solitary slam of His car door provokes her senses, trying desperately to hold still while her body attempts to jump. Precariously she places the handle to her leash over her shoulder and hopes that it will keep its place. The light filters through the sheer curtain of the bay window to reflect upon the silver that embellishes her body. Her pride quietly wells deep within. Placing her palms upon her open thighs, she holds her head up high to glance out the window. Trying her best to catch a glimpse of her Master before He enters the house. Her heart beat quickens with each passing moment as her excitement grows, catching a flash of Him as He passes by the bay window. Casting her emerald eyes down to the floor she pulls in a deep breath and holds it.

The soft sounds of His key unlocking the door seem to unlock her inhibitions as well. She blushes lightly, her eyes downcast as He opens the door. His shoes clacking against the tile marks His arrival with each sure step as He approaches her. The supple brown leather of His loafers fill her sight as He places His feet in front of her upon the pristine white carpet. He stands quietly, watching her breasts rise and fall with each breath that she takes. Knowing His gray piercing eyes are roaming over her body, she keeps her thighs open wide. Gracefully bending at her waist in front of Him, she brushes her rosy nipples against the plush carpet. Moaning softly as the fibers graze her flesh pushing her nipple clamps deeply into her tender breasts. She places her palms into the white carpet on either side of His feet. Allowing her sparkling gaze to gently skim up His leg before slowly lowering her head until her forehead rests upon His shoe. He shifts a little as He reaches down to pet her head. His fingers grasping her damp hair and yanking her up into a kneeling position. He leans down to gently kiss her forehead, pulling her head back in the process. His eyes burning into the elegant line of her extended flesh.

"Welcome home Master....." she softly murmurs between suddenly parched lips. Daring to allow her eyes to roam up His body. Stopping abruptly when they reach His shoulders. His hand pulls her head back more, forcing her to look into His flashing eyes. A soft smile curls her full pink lips...as she notices His grin. Loosening His grip in her golden hair as He inhales in her light clean scent. The aroma of pears infiltrating His senses....secretly pleased with her efforts. "Thank you little one." He whispers close to her ear. Taking her leash and pulling her forward a little. "I can see that you have been running behind again......your hair is still wet." His words sharp in tone. He pulls harder on her leash causing her to lose her balance and almost fall over. His low chuckle rumbling forth as she scrambles to regain her composure. He takes her head in His hands and turns her eyes to view the pool of light blue silk that once resembled her robe. Gray eyes peer down to capture her gaze.....

"What is that little one?" Shaking lightly she looks over at her robe and returns her gaze back up to Him. The disbelief lacing her eyes as it dawns on her that she left her robe upon the floor in her haste. Very quietly her words reach Him. "May this one pick up her robe Master?" she gulps silently watching His reaction. He leans down even closer to her yet......digging His teeth into the soft flesh of her neck. "Mmmmm not now little one....I have other plans for you." Smiling devilishly as He nuzzles her creamy flesh....."You will be punished for it later." His light chuckle vibrating against her soft skin. Glancing up at Him, her eyes fill with curiosity and a mild knowing fear. The knowledge settled deeply within that she will do as He tells her for the sake of her submissiveness. He reaches over and pets her head....."Come now."

She starts to rise to her feet only to find His hand suppressing her to the floor. "You are to crawl for Me." Lowering her head as He tugs her leash again. She growls and snaps at Him.....letting her tongue hang out of her mouth while making panting noises and licking His hand. Prancing along beside Him, her brow quirked to show the small streak of defiance she holds in check most of the time. He slows His steps causing her to bump into the back of His legs. She gasps softly, her eyes widening at her clumsiness. She shudders with the touch of His hand gliding down her smooth back. Keeping her gaze to the floor.....leaping forward only to be jerked back with the smack of her ass. "Don't be such a smart ass." He growls down to her in a low voice.

“She was not trying to be such a smart ass Master....she was just.....” He interrupts her with another sharp smack to her ass. She yelps her tender flesh burning from the smack with His strong hand. “Don’t try making excuses little one. I know what you were doing, and your Master told you to crawl, He did not instruct you to act like a dog. Now come along.” He growls. With a yank of her leash He leads her down the hallway to their private playroom. He rummages in His pocket for the key. Managing to unlock the door to the room that causes her to tremble lightly. The door silently swings open with His insistent push.

The darkened windowless interior is lit by two wall lamps that ensconce the stark white of the opposing wall. The light yellow light splays upon several whips and lashes neatly lining the space above the couch. The plush black leather couch quite fitting in the room, dominates one long wall. A rotund round oak table sits in the middle of the room. Quite striking save that there are no chairs with this table. It’s ball and claw-like legs spread to offer great support. The smooth oak finish ’s disposal. Several oak cabinets line the built in library on the wall opposite the couch. The books and tapes of sexual variety offer many different kinds of pleasure should one choose to view them. The room is adorned with exquisite paintings of nudes matching the subtle modern effect with several white stone statutes curved in various flowing erotic positions. The overall concept of the black and white room speaks lightly of the modernistic tastes of her Master.

His tongue lightly clicks as His eyes roam the room. He halts her movements with the swift swing of His hand motioning for her to be still. “And what is this little one?” He purrs with a hint of agitation. “Your toys are scattered all over the room.” Carefully looking up to Him...she tries to back away. “She was rushing to ready herself for her Master and....and....did not have time to....” she stammers lightly as her words trail off into silence. The look of innocence laces her gentle green eyes as He kneels down on His knee and pulls her towards His chest. His fingers tangling in the golden mass of her hair. “I want to find each and every item in their place when I return....do you understand?” His breath warm and sweet upon her neck. She nods slowly. “And I want you to place yourself in the middle of the table with your blindfold firmly in place.” He pats her ass gently to prod her forth. “Now little one.” He growls in her ear. “Yes Master.” she whispers as she rises.

She moves about the room to gather her toys, turning to watch Him depart. A soft sigh escaping her; thought upon thought assaulting her senses as she quietly scolds herself for allowing Him to find fault in her actions. Opening the appropriate cabinet doors to return her toys to their homes; her eyes keenly inspect them making sure they are perfectly clean. She retrieves her black silk blindfold, running the smooth fabric between her fingers. The soft padding of her footsteps mark her path to the bar. Blindly she prepares His favorite drink.....Bourbon with a twist of lemon. Making sure to dab a small amount at the base of her throat she smiles softly. Her body shivers with the notion of what is to come; she saunters across the room lost in her thoughts. She circles the table with her blindfold and His drink in hand. Caressing the smooth oak of the table before climbing upon it. The cool wood calming the slight sting that still lingers upon her buttocks where His hand had so quickly marked her. She places His drink down beside herself.....covering her eyes and tying the silken fabric around her head tightly. Curling her knees up beneath her chin, she quietly awaits her Master.

He silently enters the room. Cocking her head to the side she attempts to listen for Him. She senses His presence. Her body tense with wonder as her mind races wildly with the thoughts of what He has planned for her. She muses that she can hear Him smiling, taking in a deep breath she smells His cologne. Smiling softly now that she is sure He is near her. He rustles about the room, gathering His desired equipment. She jumps slightly as He places an object on the table beside her. “Mmmmmm very good little one...” He whispers in her ear while retrieving His bourbon. Downing the amber liquid before bending His head down to nip at her neck. “Such a good girl when she tries....” He murmurs at the base of her neck. His tongue flicking the hint of Bourbon that graces her skin. Carelessly allowing His glass to fall to the floor. He skims His hands down the length of her arms, teasing her senses. He forces her arms back.....causing her to lay upon the table. A soft gasp escapes her as the cool surface invades her warm flesh. She groans softly as He attaches her wrist cuffs to the hooks on either side of the table.

“Mmmmmm care to speak little one? Of course not....” He muses. “She knows better than to question His actions doesn’t she?” He purrs deep within her ear before tugging at the tender flesh of her earlobe. “She is His and He will do with her as He pleases.” His words striking a chord deep within her. “Oohh yes Master.” she whispers to Him in the vast darkness that consumes her. He gently caresses her side with the spreader bar in His hands. “Tonight we are going to try something new little one. No spreader bar.....you are to keep yourself open for Me with sheer will and the need to obey.” He drops the bar to the floor, grasping the chain attached to her nipple clamps and pulling to stretch her breasts. Crying out with the sudden pain she clenches her hands into fists....”Yes Master...” she cries out. He suddenly releases her chain and removes her clamps. She writhes trying desperately to find His hands rubbing her sensitive breasts. Tossing her head from side to side....He stills her movements to slip a set of headphones in place. The light instrumental music wafting through her senses. She stills her writhing body as she relaxes with the quiet strain. Turning her head to the side she searches for her Master....His touch missing from her fevered flesh.

In the next moment she finds herself gasping as a cold substance drops to the warm skin of her breast. The freezing droplet sliding slowly down her silken flesh as she pulls her breath tight in her chest. Another drop assaults her sweet flesh and causes her to wriggle within her bonds. The icy feeling spreading through her senses despite the gentle strain of music that attempts to relax her. He strokes her hardening nipple with the ice cube in His hand. Slowly circling her hard and pouting nipple only to draw the melting cube between the valley of her breasts. His warm tongue soon to follow. She groans deeply, shifting her body beneath His touch. He places the ice in the palm of His hand as He feasts upon her skin. Tugging her tender nipple between His teeth before pressing His hand into her tummy to melt the ice further. The cold water slowly dripping down her sides and tickling her flesh with the streaming clear lines.

He inches His hand toward her cunt. Moving the ice down to glide against her clit. She gasps and raises herself off of the table as much as she possibly can manage. His fingers delving into her cunt, sending cold shivers through her body....marking her skin with seemingly endless goose bumps. His finger pushes the ice further into her cunt. "Mmmmm little one, she is so hot for her Master. Spread your legs further and keep them spread... NOW little one." His voice booming with persistence and demandingly cold. Almost as cold as the ice that invades her body. She jumps slightly with the sudden invasion of His voice, spreading her legs as He commands. Her warm sex melting the ice causing the cold water to slip down the crevice of her ass and onto the table. He glides His fingers in deeply and spreads them to stretch her tight flesh. "Ooohh Master..." she groans as she grinds into His hand. "Ooohh what little one? " spreading His fingers wider and wider before raking them free of her throbbing mass. She groans deeply and grips the side of the table in an effort not to close her legs around His arm.

She is suddenly caught off guard as His mouth captures the tight bud of her nipple. Pulling and twisting her rosy flesh between His teeth, sinking His white teeth deeply into her skin to mark her. He watches as she tries to hold her moans back, making Him pull harder and stretch her flesh between His teeth. Twisting more she finally screams for Him. Lost in her blind pleasure she fails to notice His warm finger leaving her slick cunt. He smiles softly as He watches her breathing. Placing Himself between her legs, He curls His fingers into her thighs and rubs the innermost flesh softly. His fingers teasing her cunt by pulling and tugging at her lips. Pinching her mercilessly before slipping two fingers into her pulsing wet cunt. "Mmmm she is soo tight for her Master." He grins down at her. "And she knows how He loves to stretch her." His deep chuckle reaching her ears as He slides in another finger.

His fingers teasing her cunt with the steady stroking rhythm of His hand as He guides Himself in deeper and deeper. The soft music allowing her to hear His words through the gentle strain. She gently tosses her head from side to side as His hand slips up further and grinds His fingers against her slick walls. Her hips rise up off of the table with each of His thrusts. The smooth slick sounds filling the air as He pumps His fingers into her harder and harder. She moans and gasps when He pushes a third finger into her cunt. Her body aching with the need for more. She strains to hold back. She coats His fingers with her sweet cream, as He twists His fingers and spreads them apart to stretch her even further. Her screams echoing throughout the room. Clenching him tightly within her cunt she tries to still His movements. A deep groan wells up from within her writhing body and quickly turns into a whimpering cry upon the gnashing of His teeth on her inner thigh.

She grips her legs together tightly enclosing His hand within the warmth of her skin. The tight grip of His hand warns her before His words actually reach her. He leans forward and removes the headphones. "Mmmm I warned you little one." He growls, "Your legs are to be spread apart by sheer will." He jams His fingers into her tender flesh with a forceful thrust. She screams and spreads her legs apart in an attempt to find mercy. "Pleaseeee Master! She is so very sorry...." she gasps between breaths. Gently pulling her aching flesh back from His hand. He slips in a fourth finger and savagely spreads them as far as He can. She curls her hands into tight fists, her fingernails digging into the tender flesh of her palms. Holding very still she braces herself, almost afraid to move for fear of snapping her legs shut. He slowly pulls His fingers free of her cunt, her sweet cream glistening against His skin. She labors for breath her mind reeling with thoughts of what He will do next. Folding His thumb into His hand, He slowly and gently eases His fist into her. Her screams filling His senses as He forces His hand inside her tight confines.

Slowly moving His fist within her griping inner muscles. Contracting around His hand as tightly as she can, He begins to thrust His fist in and out of her cunt. A light sheen of sweat coating her form as she fights to be still. Her cries of pain turning into moans of pleasure, as she begins to move with her Master. His fist starts to pound in and out of her cunt, leading her to the pique of orgasm with an evil grin. Careful not to let her slip over the edge He eases His hand from her pussy. Pulling His thumb out first, He gently guides His fingers to slip free of her hot confines. Leaning down to run the tip of His tongue along the side of her clit. He murmurs softly, "Does my slut want to cum?" His words vibrating against her tortured throbbing flesh. He slaps her cunt three times and smirks while she jerks against her restraints. "Ooohh Master please she aches deeply.....she needs to cum for Him."

Gently rubbing her body to soothe her, He removes her blindfold. "Mmmmmm no. She may not cum until He can see the look in her eyes, begging her Master for more." He softly brushes away a tear that escapes her eye, blinking at the sudden brightness of the room. Her eyes focus on Him as He frees her from her bonds and takes her into His arms. Pulling her into His embrace to gently caress her. He pulls her toward the couch and manages to turn her to sit upon His lap. "Mmmmm such a good girl." He purrs into her ear. His warm hand traveling down her tummy to the valley between her legs. "Part them for Master." He coos into her ear. She whimpers softly with the parting of her legs. Her flesh so very soar from His attentions. His hand snaking between her thighs to cup her aching flesh. Holding her in the palm of His hand as He speaks. "Mmmmm now little one....Master wants you to cum. Soak My hand sweetling." She arches her hips into His hand, grinding the tender flesh to meet His skin.