Sue leaned on the granite counter, supporting her weight on her elbows. She gazed out through the picture window, looking at the lake, and dreaming. He had called overnight, and left a message on her voice mail. Today, He would be home, Sir, her Master, lover, and devoted husband. He had said something about an appointment in Albany; ands was not sure what time that he would arrive. But he had given her orders, her preparations, for His arrival, and for His pleasure.
So now, here she was, prepared as to His command. Her pussy smooth and sleek, hair up around her head, and wearing a silver choker, with a turquoise heart shaped pendant. The French maids uniform, was a perfect fit, with on bra required, this was complemented with a tiny turquoise thong, garter belt, and stockings to match, worn with 5-inch high heels. To say that Sue was aroused would be an understatement; Sir had been away for 3 weeks now. As good as her vibrator was, it was not He; it could not control her, or take her floating into subspace like He could.
The solid granite counter was new, as indeed was the rest of the kitchen; they had redesigned it about six months earlier. Workmen had been in to fit the new equipment, while He was away in Europe. They had specifically chosen this solid piece of rock, so cold, and strong. Even in the heat of summer, as it now was, the granite was still almost icy to the touch. Sue dreamed of Sir taking her on the counter, ravishing her there, sucking and fucking her till she screamed in pleasure. Just thinking about it made her horny, the need almost overpowering. She pulled the top of her outfit, so that both tits hung outside, and leaned forward. Her hard erect nipples pressing into the cold stone surface. She sighed softly, as her hand slipped between her legs, pulling aside the thong, to caress her now throbbing clit.
"So My little one, this is what you get up to when Master is away."
"Sir, you are back?"
She said, turning to face him
"DID I SAY YOU COULD MOVE, AND LOOK?"
"No, Sir."
She replied sheepishly, returning to her previous position, knowing that she would now be punished. It was her own fault, she accepted that, but it had been so long since the day that He had left. She could hear him, moving things about, and then slowly walking across the wooden floor. His hand brushed her thigh, as he lifted the miniscule skirt exposing her ass cheeks. Sue risked a glance backwards, and saw the large spatula in his hand, as he raised it. She tensed her body, in anticipation of the coming blow, determined not to cry out. But Sue failed, just as she had known that she would. She gasped as she felt the hard plastic strike her, but through the pain, Sue managed to give Him the required response.
"Thank you Sir, I know I did wrong Sir, I am sorry Sir."
