I have been thinking all day about what could be on the agenda for this evening. I am preparing myself. I know that I am in very much trouble with you because I spoke without thinking. I told you that I felt used and unloved. I had no right. I want to make it up to you. I have taken extra care to clean and shave this body that belongs to you. I want to atone.
I go into the kitchen and cook you a wonderful dinner. I conjure up my best pitcher of martinis and chill it on ice. I set the table with my heels on. There is nothing else to do but await your arrival. I do so need to be your pet.
I am nervous as I hear your car arrive. I pour your martini and rush to meet you at the door. You take the glass and hand me your briefcase and jacket as you say, "There is my ungrateful BITCH."
You go into the kitchen and inspect dinner, and turn the stove settings on low to keep it warm. You sit down in a chair in the livingroom. You command me to stand in front of you The longing for your kiss is written all over my face. Then you tell me to take off my dress. I reach behind me and unzip it, letting it fall to the floor then stepping out of it. You see me now in a sheer black lace bra, black and red garter belt, black stockings, a black lace thong, and my heels.
You then order me to my knees and command me to take off your shoes. You throw your feet up on a footstool in front of your chair to show me your domination. I crawl to your feet and remove your shoes and socks. I begin to massage your foot and you yank it away from me. "Bad slaves don't get the pleasure of touching their Master's feet. Crawl into the kitchen on your hands and knees until you are out of my sight, then stand up and finish my dinner, WHORE!"
I lower my hands down and touch the floor with them as I turn around and begin to crawl away. Your sharp slap on my bum is unexpected and makes me jump and whimper. "Just wait until you see what you will get later, my bad slut." I crawl away...feeling my cheeks get red...and my thong creep into my ass and pussy as I go into the kitchen.
I quickly fix your plate and mine. I take them into the diningroom and light the candles. I go back for the chilled martini pitcher, then resume my position on my hands and knees. I shall crawl as I come and tell you "Your dinner is served, my Master."
I stay in front of your chair on my hands and knees. My eyes looking down. I await your directive. I am yours. You tell me to crawl into the diningroom and wait by your chair on my hands and knees. I hear you retrieve the evening paper and bring it to the table. You then take my dinner back into the kitchen. You sit down and direct me to turn so that my ass is facing you. You eat in silence, reading and ignoring me.
I do so need your attention. I must make up for my thoughtlessness. I can never doubt my Master's love.
You stand when you are finished and order me to crawl back into the living room. The punishment is about to begin. You grab me by my thong and pull it tight. Itsinks into my ass and pussy tightly as I crawl to keep up with your pace. Once in the livingroom, you make me stand up. I put my hands behind my head as you remove your belt. "I am using you tonight and I will use you anytime I see fit. You are my fucktoy." You say as the first swing catches my breasts, making my nipples so hard under my bra. You swing back the other way while telling me how much I deserve this pain. I shut my eyes in agreement as I become lost in the heat of my body. The blows start to make my tits ache as you only mildly hurt them again and again.
