In the lonely hours of the morning she awaits His arrival. She waits with a longing that she cannot describe, but it comes from somewhere deep down inside where she keeps those feelings that she believes others would think should never be felt. Her anticipation grows as the time draws near for Him to come driving up the driveway as he returns home from work. She notices that her breathing has quickened and her heart rate has increased as well. Why this happens to her, is a mystery, (at least to those who would not understand), but it happens nonetheless. She recalls the first time she had ever met Him. They had spoken on the phone one evening and she had immediately felt a connection and was drawn to his strong sounding voice. They easily became friends and began to learn more and more about each other as time went on. He discovered, (with her help), that He was a very Dominant man. He learned from her what it meant to be a Dominant and how His dominance would fit together with her submissiveness.
These thoughts play over in her mind as she waits for Him trying not to fidget with her only garment, well if you could call it a garment. It consisted of a tiny piece of leather that barely covered her crotch, and several lengths of chain to form the "torso" and the "brassier" for it. All of this was held together by other little scraps of leather designed to be used to adjust the fit. As her anxiety continued to grow, so did her arousal. She wasn't just a slut who couldn't get enough or anything, she was just a woman who was turned on by the fact that she had given herself totally and completely to this man. The very idea would seem ludicrous to most people but it was just as natural as breathing to her. She did have a fairly high sex drive but again her arousal was more than just sexual and even more difficult to express or explain. She was being rewarded today for something that she had done to please Him and because of this her excitement would most likely grow a hundred fold before the day was over.
She tries hard not to look at the clock knowing that to do so would only make her crazy as she sat on the couch pretending to pay attention to the TV program that was blaring at her with some talk show host mundanely speaking about why it was shameful for the man on the hot seat to be cheating on his wife, while trying to sound sympathetic to the sad wife when in actuality he could care less as long as they helped his ratings go up. With her pulse pounding in her ears, she waits. With her mind wondering crazily around dancing over random thoughts, she waits. With her insides churning like the swirling smoke of a forest fire, she waits. She waits because He has told her to do so and she gleefully does His bidding without question for she does not want to fall under His displeasure. That would be a gut wrenching thing for her. To have Him upset with, or disappointed, in her is not something she enjoys at all. When that happens she feels that she has failed him and her guilt compounds itself in her soul until she is choked with it.
She hears a vehicle grinding up the driveway and then it veers off towards the neighbor's house until she can hear it no longer. She suppresses an inward sigh as she realizes that it wasn't Him. Without looking, she knows that it is already past time for Him to be home from work and wonders if He is being purposely late just to make her feel this way or to test her patience and her emotional control. She puts that thought out of her mind as quickly as it entered because He wouldn't do that to her. Her trust and confidence in Him is pure and complete and because of this she knows that He would never test her on a day when she was receiving a reward from Him. She looks lovingly at the implements that He had asked her to gather and lay out for what would be part of her reward. The love she feels isn't for the tools themselves, but for the man who will be using them to give her what she needs. No, "need" isn't a strong enough word for what she feels. The word "craves" comes to her mind as her thoughts race back and forth inside of her head on a seemingly endless flight, round and round inside of her mind like a dog chasing its own tail. She takes a deep breath and suddenly realizes that she actually had the word "love" in her thoughts of Him. Even though she has never said that word to Him it is true. She does love Him. She can't vocalize how much she loves Him, but it is a great amount. She is unaware of the fact that He new long before she would even admit that she had ANY feelings for Him that she falling in love with Him.
Risking a quick look at the clock, she becomes more nervous when she sees that it is twenty minutes past the time that He would normally be home. Now she begins to wonder if perhaps her first thoughts of Him testing her could be a reality. Just then she hears the rumblings of His truck pulling into His parking space next to her red SUV. The dogs are going crazy as they each try to get His attention in hopes that He might turn a word of acknowledgement their way. He swears that His dog Lakita, loves her more than she does Him. It is true that His dog does love her like she has never loved any other woman in His life, but she also knows that dog will always be His no matter how much He protests about it.
