It was a late Thursday afternoon and she was working on some paperwork, trying to lessen the pile, when across her computer screen came the words SWAT. Her soft pink lips upturned immediately as a fantastically euphoric feeling ran through her body causing her skin to tingle from the word and its meaning.
She immediately responded, "hello my Master. Hopes Your day has been well so far".
He responds, "Yes pet, it has, but knows it shall only get better once I've returned home. For when I return, I shall find my sweet slut waiting for me as I require of her and I'm thinking of giving her a sweet surprise tonight."
Her body flushes with heat as her hips unconsciously roll forward slightly.
"Yes my Master, Your slut shall be waiting for Your return."
She then glowed and smiled brightly at His next words, "Good girl. I'll be home around 6 pm."
"Yes my Master, be safe," she replies.
"Always My pet."
He then ended the message.
Her mind races as she looks around to make a mental inventory of the cleanliness of Their home, making sure she had completed all of her chores. She smiles as she realizes that she in fact had and would be able to spend the remainder of the afternoon pampering and preparing for his return. Going to the bathroom and she begins filling the bathtub with warm water, sprinkling scented bath salts as the steaming water churned within the large two-person iron claw tub.
Turning slightly, she lifts one foot until it rests upon the edge of the counter and begins removing the leather ankle cuffs that adorn her at all times. Her lips purse slightly as she begins kissing each one lightly, thanking each for the pleasure given. Next, she bends slightly and removes the plug that had been inserted in her tight ass throughout the day. she moans softly feeling its loss, then softly sighs hoping He will fuck her ass hard and deep.
Slender fingers slip between her legs lightly probe between her slit for the tiny string that connects to her duo-tone balls, which also have been ensconced deep within her. Turning slightly, she carefully cleans them and places them upon the counter, then looks towards the tub. Since she is already naked, she gingerly steps into the steaming tub of water, moaning softly as she sinks into the warmth, the heat and aromas embrace her skin.
Her mind wanders as she begins the careful task of shaving her pussy. A careful task because each of her pussy lips is adorned with five shiny rings, requiring her to separate each ring and maneuver the razor's blade without damaging the soft skin. Although it is a time consuming process, she smiles happily remembering the day she received the shiny adornments, so proud of herself for sitting quietly, while the needle pierced her skin repeatedly as she floated into an intense subspace. Smiling softly, her body tingles feeling the warmth of remembering his smile of absolute joy to see the smooth pussy he owns, pierced and ringed.
The light touch of her fingers upon her pussy makes her tingle with need and desire. she fights the urge to bury her fingers within the folds and press upon her sweet spot. A spot that whenever touched, always sends her over the edge. She moans softly imagining his massive cock buried deep within her cunt, pressing against the walls of her cervix, demanding entry into her innermost core. she softly giggles to herself and continues bathing, knowing that to linger too long would make her late.
After she has completely pampered and softened his property, she stands within the tub as the warm sudsy water rushes down her body in soapy rivulets. Bubbles clinging to her nipples and resting between the vectors of her legs makes her chuckle softly at the image she presents within the mirror. Carefully stepping from the water, she lightly pats the water from her body then looks back at her reflection, looking for any imperfections.
Soft blonde lashes that have been tinted slightly to enhance, fringe the eyes that look back at her. Her heart shaped face, framed by long blonde hair of soft damp curls is held high with pride for who she is and whom she belongs to, leads down to a slender throat encircled by his collar of steel. The tiny silver heart shaped lock glitters and reflects the light as it hangs in front; the bottom most part, pointing downward towards a body that vibrates in anticipation of his return and his touch.
Well-manicured hands reach up to cup the underside of each full breast, cupping them, as she knows her Master likes. Tiny silver rings pierce through each hardened nipple. Each ring supporting three tiny slave bells made of silver. Below her breasts, soft creamy skin leads down towards full curving hips and bottom. The vector of her slave's heat throbs with desire for him as thighs craving to spread achingly wide for his pleasure, tremble softly. She smiles once more, pleased with what she sees.
Hearing the clock chime the half hour, she pads softly towards the living room, lighting scented candles along the way until the room glows with soft flickering light. She looks around one last time to make sure all is as it should be then pads softly back to his chair.
Quietly running her hand along the smooth, dark wood, she sits upon the great seat and carefully and lovingly puts her leather shackles upon her wrists. Bending her head down, she sweeps her still wet hair to the side and places the warm leather around her ankles, shivering, hearing the lock click. Hearing the jingle from the steel ringed leash , she smiles and snaps it onto the ring of her collar, her body arches and feels complete.
Reaching down, she spreads her silken thighs and inserts the duotone balls deep inside her already wet cunt and moans softly at the fullness wishing it were her beloved Master there instead. She shifts slightly, bending over to slide the thick plug deep within her tight ass, and uncontrollably moans as it stretches her wide. Once done, she slips down before his chair, places the cool steel of the leash's rings between her lips and waits for him.
Within minutes she hears his car pull into the driveway as her heart begins to pound and her breath catches within her chest. her blue eyes furtively look around to make sure nothing is out of its place. she smiles seeing all is as it is supposed to be and breathes out a quiet sigh of relief, then anxiously awaits him to come through the door. From deep down inside, she feels the fluttering low within in her belly, her skin begins to prickle and she feels her juices beginning to swell and push against the balls inserted deep within. she shifts once, only slightly and stifles a giggle as the sound of his boots upon the Italian tiled floor echoes his arrival. her heart soars because her Master is finally home.
Walking through the doorway, he smiles seeing the slight form of his most prized possession, his slave, naked and kneeling before his chair. He pauses a moment before sitting, to take in the magnificent image she presents, an obedient slave bathed in candle light waiting for her Master. He continues forward then flops in his chair and looks down to her upturned face.
He reaches down and gently takes her leash from between her lips and replaces it with a soft kiss then whispers, "hello my slut."
A soft moan slips out upon a sigh of contentment at the slight, warm touch of His lips upon her own.
She looks up to Him and smiles softly then replies quietly; "hello my Master, welcome home" then, "would my Master like something to refresh him after such a long day?"
He looks deep into her stunning blue eyes filled with nothing but love and obedience then replies to her question, "yes my slut, fix me something".
She smiles brightly at his words, whispers a '"yes my Master" to him then rocks back upon her heels to stand as he reclines back in the chair to watch her complete the given task.
Padding softly across the room, her heart fills with joy at the task she is about to perform for him. As she quickly crosses the time worn flooring, she doesn't feel the coolness beneath the soles of her bare feet, because his love makes her feel as if she is floating. The soft tinkles of slave bells upon her body whisper throughout the room with each movement.
The blonde hair curling down her straight back sways as gently as her hips. her blue eyes gaze intently upon the burnished wood of the counter she is approaching. Softly reaching out, her hand glides upon the counter top, loving the smoothness of it, feeling the history, and seeing in her mind another time of long ago a slave lovingly serving her Master just as she is doing.
Sitting in the chair, his gaze intently watches her actions, searching for any imperfections, but knows there will be none, as she is perfectly trained. He smiles to himself thinking of the coming evening and the intense reactions he knows she will have from what he will teach her.
Reaching down below the counter, she brings forth a silver tray emblazoned with his ancestors crest. Taking a bit of silken cloth, she carefully wipes away any dust that may have settled there until she sees her reflection and that of her Master behind her resting within his chair. His gaze makes her blush from the heat sent to her from deep within his beautiful hazel eyes.
Carefully placing the tray upon the counter and she reaches for another silken cloth, hand embroidered with a phoenix. She turns upon her heel and looks up at the goblets hanging from the underside of the raised wooden shelves, her blue eyes intently searching for the proper glass. her lips upturn slightly as she sees the only crystal goblet that would do for her Master's lips.
Leaning against the bar, her slender arm reaches up to carefully bring down the goblet she has chosen. her fingers gently wrap around the hand blown crystal stem as her long legs tighten and stretch her to the height needed. The soft under curve of her bottom winks out at him, the soft slit of her slave's heat peeks out from between her thighs and the bells upon her slave's cunt merrily chime and drip with juices that glisten for him.
