Terese shivered. In the middle of her living room, she stood nude, except for the cuff that adorned one wrist. When Master arrived, He would fasten the other, trapping Terese's hands behind her back. That was where He liked them, except when He allowed her to stroke His cock.
Where was He? It had been two hours since He'd called and directed Terese to prepare for him. Two hours of standing, because He'd told her to be on her feet when He arrived; of freezing because He'd told her to be nude. It was what Master wanted, and what He wanted, Terese wanted. Since the day they'd met, after weeks of chatting online, Terese had wanted nothing more than to please Master. She only hoped He was truly pleased with her.
It was Valentine's Day. In the past, if Terese had been seeing someone, she would have counted on romantic cards and flowers, maybe a dinner date. If she'd liked the guy, she would have told him. But with Master, things were different. Terese was never sure what He had in mind when he arranged to see her, but she doubted romance was in the works. He could be sweet and romantic at times, but that wasn't what their relationship was about; she was His plaything, and people didn't fall in love with their toys.
Finally, she heard footsteps on the porch. Master didn't knock; He'd demanded and been given a key after their first playtime. He wanted full access to his pet. He entered the house, looking as gorgeous as always in the suit and tie He wore for work, though Terese knew it would be only a short time before He stripped to T-shirt and boxers. Sometimes when they played, He grew enthusiastic, and He didn't want blood on his work clothes.
He smiled when he saw Terese in the middle of the room, head bowed though she looked at Him under her eyelashes. "Good, pet," He said.
"Thank you, Master," Terese replied.
He went to her. "Hands together," He ordered. When Terese complied, He fastened the cuff around her free wrist and said, "Kneel and close your eyes."
Terese obeyed, wondering what He had in mind. Maybe He would let her suck Him; she enjoyed that. She heard no zipper opening, though.
"Be patient, pet," He said. "You'll find out soon enough what's in store for you tonight."
Terese didn't answer, just kept her eyes closed. Then she felt something around her neck. What was Master doing?
She braced herself for the possibility of the item tightening, but it didn't. Instead, Master fastened it and let go. Terese could feel the weight of the object, but had no idea what it was. Surely it couldn't be a collar. Master had said that He had only collared one woman, years earlier, and it would take someone very special for him to consider collaring again. Though Terese had dreamed that she might be the fortunate one, she didn't expect she would be.
"Open your eyes, pet," Master said.
Terese did so. He stood in front of her now, his crotch level with her face. There was an obvious bulge in the front of his pants. "Should I whip you tonight, pet?" He asked. "Or should I allow both of us only pleasure?"
"Whichever you want, Master," Terese replied.
