It was shortly after six in the evening when she parked the car in the garage and stepped out of it. She made her way into the house, sliding her runners from her feet with a sigh of relief and leaving them next to the door. Following the sounds of the television, she found her Master ensconced in his arm chair watching what appeared to be the football game. Opting not to bug him quite yet, she made to turn away intending to go change her clothes before she greeted him only to be stopped by the sound of his voice in her direction.
"Don't you walk past your Master without greeting Me, girl."
She winced at the stern tone in his voice, moving quickly to his side and lowering herself to the floor on her knees. The feel of his hand sliding around the back of her neck and into her long chocolate locks brought a small sigh from her lips as she parted them to speak. He didn't permit it though, bending her head back and capturing her mouth with his own, his tongue pressing its way into her mouth as though laying claim to all it touched. She melted against his leg, her hands gripping at his knee as though it was the only thing left keeping her grounded and returned his kiss with as much fervor as she could pour into it. Her body shuddered with surprise when the feel of cool leather slid around her neck, replacing his hand, the lock clicking softly in her ear as the collar was secured in place. He seemed somewhat reluctant as he leaned away from her, breaking off their oral exchange, his hands encircling her wrists and drawing them into his lap to fasten cuffs to each. He then patted his knee, her figure sitting back on the ground to gently place first one foot then the other in his lap to allow him to fix cuffs there as well.
He slid her remaining foot from his lap, reaching out to catch her hair up in his fist as he rose to his feet and brought her up with him. She gasped as pain shot through her scalp from the tug, rising as swiftly as she could to alleviate it. She stood slightly hunched over next to him, her eyes squinting together as he insisted to hold her hair at an odd angle which didn't allow her to find much relief no matter which way she twisted. His free hand slid up under her work smock, smoothing over her breasts once then smacking at the underside of first one then the other, sending them to jiggling like Jell-O in her under wire bra. She shifted her weight as he motioned to smack each again, her body's response to avoid the discomfort despite the flood of warmth that was inching through her cunt. He merely pulled up on her hair, eliciting a small cry of pain as his fingertips clamped onto her nipple through the lacey fabric. He rolled his fingers forward, the edges of his nails biting into her flesh before he twisted the entire bud sharply a quarter turn.
"You know better then to flinch from Me, pet. Now strip yourself then go make My supper."
His hands abruptly left her personage, leaving her feeling oddly bereft despite the burning arousal blossoming inside her. She stood in a daze for a moment, and then a reminding swat across her behind brought her back to the present. She nodded her head to him in response that she understood his commands and slid her smock off over her head as he returned to his seat and football game. Unclasping her bra and sliding it from her shoulders, she let it fall to the ground atop her shirt, her palm sneaking its way up to rub over the aching nipple that he had tweaked earlier hoping to soothe the burn there.
"Don't touch My property, girl."
She shut her eyes and let her hand drop from her breast. How he always picked up on such things was beyond her, she had been discreet in the movement. She hurriedly slid her pants off, untying the laces at her waist then slipping them over the curve of her hips to let them pool on the floor at her feet. Stepping free of the pants, her underwear soon followed, baring her flesh to the cooler air of the room as she knelt to gather her clothes. She placed a kiss to her Master's hand then stood and left the living room, dropping her clothes in the laundry hamper and ending up in the kitchen. Her dark eyes scanned the cupboards in hopes of inspiration, sadly the fever he'd stoked in the living room left her somewhat distracted. She collected ingredients from the fridge and shelves, caught part way between wanting to hurry so she could return to him and taking her time in hopes of fanning out the smoldering heat in her. In the end she took her time, presenting the meal about an hour later which turned out somewhat favorable in her mind, as the game was just ending.
She set their places as he made himself comfortable at the table. His meal being offered to him first alongside his usual glass of ice water, the cubes bobbing merrily against the glass with a tinkling sound. He nodded his approval to her selection of supper, but as she set her own plate down he glanced up at her with a slight frown.
"Return your plate to the fridge, pet. You will spend this meal on your knees at My side begging for scraps like the bitch in heat I know you are."
Her eyes widened at his words, her body freezing in place with her plate part way to the table top. She retracted it and stepped back a couple of paces before pivoting to return her meal to the kitchen. He had never denied her a meal before and so with some trepidation she covered the plate and stuck it in the fridge. Returning to his side, she knelt down next to him, kissed the back of his fingers and bowed her head. His fingers slid into her hair at the base of her scalp, turning her so her back was to him and shoved her forward until her head lay on the ground with her ass in the air. He slid his hand along her back and over the swell of her rear, fingers sliding along the crack and pressing one tip against her hole. She trembled as the muscle contracted, her eyes squeezing closed when she felt the contrast of his spit against her warm skin and then the invading push of one finger into her ass as he lubricated the opening with slow strokes.
