Arianna
Arianna looked at the table and tried to decide if she had missed anything. She had been working all day in the kitchen preparing Him his favorite Japanese dishes. They had been more complex to prepare than she had expected and now she was feeling rushed. She hadn't been able to run through her normal checks of the house and the variance from her usual routine was filling her mind with self-doubt.
Had she missed anything? Would He be disappointed?
Her eyes wandered over the table again but the white linen table cloth was spotless, as was the silverware and the china. The food she had prepared sat warm under their silver domed lids and the bouquet of Calla Lillies made the table seem elegant, yet simple. The Grandfather clock in the entry hall began chiming its bells to indicate that the time was now 5:45pm, and it snapped Arianna out of her paralysis at the table. She still had to ensure that she was ready for His arrival and she rushed from the table to go and prepare for her presentation.
When the clock began its elaborate chimes at 6pm, Arianna was already in her place. She knelt to the right of the door, hands resting on the tops of her thighs and her ass resting on her heels. She was completely nude, her back was straight and she had brushed her long ebony hair out to a silky sheen. Her naked flesh shone under the pot lights above her head, having been waxed and moisturized to perfection. Her only adornment was a heavy titanium necklace. Although she never took off the symbol of His ownership over her, Arianna always noticed its weight more during the quiet moments while she waited for him to arrive home on Friday evenings. Perhaps it was the way her heart beat faster as the minutes ticked by or how she felt like her skin was on fire, tingling with every breath of air which ran across it or maybe it was just the adrenaline which began to course through her body as she anticipated the thought of His touch. She was supposed to be meditating during these moments when she was alone and not busy with the house or with her social engagements, in fact she was supposed to be mentally preparing herself for what lay ahead of her but she had not yet been able to calm her mind. Instead she found her head swimming with thoughts and desires, wants and needs and the longer she sat in anticipation the more her body gave her away. Her nipples became hard, her breathing shallower, and her sex became slick and highly sensitive.
Finally, just before 6:15 pm Arianna heard the keys jangle outside the door and the deadbolt slide open. As the doorknob began to turn she straightened her back, pushed out her breasts and chin and cast her eyes to the floor. When his black leather shoes came into view, she resisted the urge to look up and see his bright smile. Instead she waited patiently as he put away his coat and walked into the adjacent office to stow his bags and work related gadgets. When he came back to the entryway, he stood before her and she swore she could feel the intensity of his gaze as he looked over her body.
Arianna had never felt like her body was perfect, but she had become proud of her body, the more she embraced her inner desires and stopped letting her mind be ruled with what she perceived others might think. She knew she was attractive, her creamy white skin and dark hair and green eyes had always allowed her to find interested men. Her body was soft and curvy, her ample D cup breasts were emphasized by the way she curved inwards along her ribcage before rounding out again across her hips and ass. Her tummy was flat and her long legs shapely. She smiled inwardly to herself knowing that her meticulous care was highlighting her smooth skin to his burning gaze, it was soft and supple and aching to be touched.
It was at the moment of that thought, that his fingers came into contact with the skin along her collar bone and they began to trace a line along her necklace and then up her neck, finally resting on her chin. Arianna fought the urge to moan out loud at his touch, but her lips parted and a soft sigh of contentment was audible anyways.
"How was your day, MY pet?" He asked and as he spoke Arianna raised her eyes and took in her Master's smiling face.
It never stopped being a breathless moment for her, no matter how many times she was able to gaze upon him. He just had one of those smiles which lit up the room. His white straight teeth were a blazing contrast to his rich cocoa skin and his voluptuous mouth always curved up in a way that made it look like he knew a secret which he just wasn't telling. But for Arianna it was his eyes which always had her heart hammering inside her chest. They were a deep dark brown color and the intensity with which he looked at her had never changed. From the moment they had met years ago, at a work conference they were both attending, Arianna had felt like she was the desert oasis to his parched and wandering soul. He looked at her like she was his most sinful desires and his only salvation all wrapped into one perfectly presented package.
"My day was good and very busy, Sir." Arianna answered, smiling back to him.
With a nod, his fingers left her skin and he walked down the hallway from the front door to the dining room. Taking his seat at the head of the table, he began to remove the domed lids from the food and placed a napkin across his lap. Arianna didn't move from her spot beside the door. She knew that she was still in his line of sight and he hadn't indicated for her to follow, so she remained glued to her post and strained her ears to try and hear if her efforts at mimicking his favorite food had been successful. When she heard the little noises of appreciation as he sampled each of the dishes, she could not help but feel proud of herself. However, the moment would be short-lived.
"Slave!" Her Master rumbled deeply from the dining room. It was only one solitary word but Arianna was already perplexed and worried at his tone.
She rose from her place and walked purposefully towards the dining room. When she came to a stop beside him, she glanced at the table and saw that it had been cleared of all evidence of the meal she had prepared. The only thing left was the vase filled with Calla Lillies, their delicate form the only bright item in the minimalist room. Her Master had pushed his chair back from the table and he motioned for her to take her place in front of him. There was just enough room for her to stand between the edge of the table and where his knees rested.
"Explain yourself!" He demanded.