He walked in quietly, unannounced, early, and found her there.
She lay, sprawled as a relaxed and wanton picture or perfection naked on the sheets. Her hair pooled around her and her naked thighs glistening with the tell tail treacherous betrayal that she had been playing without permission.
Silently he slipped his sleek black phone from his pocket, and took a photo. Then he formed a plan.
His stern face grew dark, and as she moaned in her half sleep, he quietly walked away and slipped from the house unseen or unheard.
He was gone some time, about 3 hours.
His return was more announced, with the slam of a car door and the rattle of keys in the lock. His girl greeted him as she always did, on her knees at the door, her crisp white maids bib her only garment. Her tray holding a cool glass with ice rattling as it caressed the gin and tonic that was his pleasure.
She smiled up to him, her bright warm face with perfect makeup, happy he was home, unknowing of his anger and intentions...
He took the glass,
"Would Sir like to eat?" She said with a sweet inflection to her soft Scottish accent,
"Not yet." He said, his blank demeanour giving little away.
"I have something to do first." He said with just a little menace in his calm tone.
He wandered in, sipping the drink he had snatched up as he walked, ice tinkling while he looked around the place.
"Have you been busy today?" He asked in a quiet inquiring way.
"Yes Sir everything is ready for you and as you wish" she said, hopeful he'd not check the little things he often missed anyway...
He swung a thick black plastic shopping bag. Loosely his hand toyed with it and placed it slowly on the table as he slipped off his coat, revealing the crisp white shirt and dark tie he always had on.
"May I ask what you have Sir?" She asked as she crawled after him, knowing well not to stand before she was told.
"Look" he said in a flat voice. "Envelope first." He said. Sitting in a chair and watching her as her breasts bobbed when she reached up on her knees to retrieve the bag for the polished table top.
She liked it when He brought home a black bag, the contents were always from THAT shop and she was never unhappy with THAT shops stock.
She found the white envelope and slipped her finger in to open it, pulling out a photo... her heart dropped and her pulse jumped! She saw, she knew he had seen, she knew he was angry and she knew it would be bad.
She dared to look up to him, his eyes burning into her like hell was in his mind.
"I'm sorry Sir, truly, I'm not sure what came over me, I was so needy!"
He sipped...
"Please forgive me Sir." She said with a quiver in her voice.
"Open the bag" he said, his persona almost lazy, as the glass emptied and he placed it aside.
She took trembling fingers and with great trepidation, opened the bag further.
Two black boxes were inside.
"Open them."
It was a statement of fact that she would, not a request.
She slipped the first box open, inside wrapped in tissue paper, cosseted in an expensive looking velvet bag, was a glossy vibrator. Long, black, threatening even. But only a little larger than she was used to.
The other box felt heavy. Opening it slowly she was shocked!
Her eyes opened wide in horror and amazement at the, the, THING before her.
It was huge, a massive dildo, round and fat and long and knotted with fake veins and muscles.
She lifted it out, it was slightly softer than she expected, it wobbled as if real when she held it, but it was far too big for her and He would know that.
"Sir?" She asked, almost pleaded as she held it trembling and worried.
"Stand!" He said, louder than he had been speaking, making her jump. She hopped to her feet with a start, her wrapped attention on his face, the huge dildo at her feet.
"Take the toys and go to the bedroom, Now." He growled at her, almost spitting the words at her.
She scampered, ran, her bare feet flip flapping on the wood floor as her beating heart almost burst with shame and worry of what was to come.
She took staton by the bed and placed the toys on the small bedside table as he walked in behind her, locking the door before he turned.
He stepped before her, and slapped her face, once. Across the cheek with the flat of his hand, before ripping the bib away. Tearing the cloth like tissue it went as rags to the corner of the room as he tossed it aside.
She sobbed, just once, and stood to attention again, her eyes a little tearful, her cheek stinging, her pride not letting her fail him twice.
His hand, like a vice, grabbed her hair and pulled her to the bed, tossing her flat on her back. She bounced a little before he grabbed her ankles and shackled them open, wide open. So open she felt the muscled and tendons burn a little with complaint.
She said nothing. But the thought of that huge toy made her shake with fear...
