Elizabeth sat on the couch, dressed in a robe of fine black silk, She was nude beneath it, Her womanly curves; full, firm breasts with nipples the size of fifty-cent pieces, and the color of dusty rose. Hips, slightly wide, but made for a man's thrust. Her cunt, shaved bare to always allow Him to see her excitement, when serving him. Her long, blonde curly hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail. Her fine chiseled face, and bright green eyes, were highlighted with just a hint of blush, and mascara.
Her only jewelry, was the thick leather collar around her throat. Black, with studs. He purchased it at the pet store, when they were together. His steel blue eyes reminding her as he tried various pet collars around her throat, that this was what she was. His pet. She was remembering when he bought her this very collar, then the phone rang, breaking into her thoughts.
"I'm here."
Click.
She rose from the couch, slipped out of her robe, then moved to kneel in the middle of the floor. Thighs tightly together, arms behind her back, hands clasped, forehead to the floor. She knelt there, for what seemed to be an eternity. She knew he stood just on the other side of the door. Waiting. Knowing. That each second that ticked by, her need to serve him grew, her breath quickened, her juices flowed between her thighs.
She heard the key in the door. Her body already shivering with need. Never once did she raise her head to look a him. He would come to her when he desired, and not a moment before then. She listened, as he dropped his bag, then went to the refrigerator. She could tell as he opened a bottle of water, his favorite brand always on hand, and took a sip. She heard his footsteps as he walked back across the room to sit on the couch.
"Greet your Master, pet."
She rose to all fours, keeping her head down, eyes averted from him, and crawled to him with catlike grace. She lowered her face, kissing the tops of his feet, in adoration of him. He reached down, and patted the top of her head, then wrapped his hand in her ponytail, and yanking her head back. Gasping softly, she kept her eyes from meeting his, as his mouth came down to claim hers in a fiery kiss.. Her eyes closed, her breath quickened to almost a pant, as her body shuddered in response to it.
He pulled away from the kiss, then pushed her face into his lap, hissing,
"Suck my cock, pet."
Grunting and groaning, her fingers reached to unzip and unsnap his jeans, as her face nuzzled his cock thru the denim. Reaching in, pulling his semi-hard cock out, and placing her lips on the head of it, dribbling spit over the helmet, as she thrusted her tongue into his slit, slurping the hidden treasure there. Sucking the mixture of piss and precum from his head, she whimpered as she fed on it. Pushing her lips down further on his cock, she drooled and whimpered as she wetted his growing hardon in her mouth. Grabbing her by the ponytail, yanking her head up, but not from his cock, he stood up long enough to command,
"Pull my pants down."
Tugging on his pants frantically, freeing his cock and balls to her mouth. Whimpering and moaning as he pushed her mouth down on his hard cock, and held her there. Gagging, choking on his shaft, tears stinging her eyes as she struggled with him in her throat. He enjoyed her struggles, holding her there longer, his balls pressed to her lips, and he whispered,
"5"
"4"
"3"
