I am sat in work, and I am bored; writing a report on sales in the first half of the year... yeah, boring. However, when my phone pings with a text message my whole afternoon, and indeed evening, dramatically changes.
"Would you like to have some fun?" reads the message. I am instantly thrilled when reading this. I know that this message means.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I reply. I know I must follow His rules when we play.
The rules He has set out are simple:
He is my Master; I am His slave to Him and His pleasure. I only do what He tells me to do and do it when He tells me to. I call him Sir or Master and I thank him for his many kindnesses.
When I return home, there will be a box waiting for me in the small porch - I must wear any clothes, make-up, jewellery, and accessories that I find in the box. Anything extra or missing will constitute a transgression of the rules.
When in His presence I am to kneel before him, eyes cast down unless told to do otherwise.
I must not orgasm unless specifically instructed to by my Master.
Any transgressions of these rules will result in punishment - usually a spanking.
I now cannot wait until the end of the day so I can rush home and enjoy the pain and pleasures that my Master has in store for me. I can barely concentrate on my report as my mind wanders to what items might be in the box - my Master has his favourites, such as Mac's Ruby Woo lipstick, but for Christmas this year He kindly gifted me a gorgeous pair of rose gold coloured nipple clamps - something we hadn't tried before. I hope my collar and leash will be in the box, but I don't always get this treat. There was one enjoyable occasion the collar and leash, along with the bright red lipstick, were the only items in the box. I was presented to my Master completely naked and ready to please.
Sometimes I will get some instructions in the box - perhaps to make my way to our bedroom, or to His office and be waiting for him. Importantly, whatever He has told me to do, gets done.
In anticipation for this evening's fun, my pussy is already wet and throbbing. Thankfully, I am in the office alone and wearing a grey pencil skirt, so I run my hand slowly up my thighs to my eager pussy, gently stroking my labia through my knickers. A jolt of excitement runs from my pussy through my body - I could quite happily finger my clit into a blissful but powerful orgasm, but I know that my pussy, with the rest of my body, belongs to Him and He will decide when I can cum.
I reluctantly remove my hand from between my legs and move it to my large 32F breasts, softly kneading them, moaning gently with the sensation. My Master loves my breasts, so I know they're going to get plenty of attention this evening. I am very lucky that my Master enjoys my breasts as much as I do. I sigh wishing I had my nipple clamps here in the office so I could have some solo fun...
No - I must deny myself until He says so, and actually this report really needs to be written. I turn back to the computer and delve into the report with fresh vigour knowing that once it is written I can go home to serve my Master.
At 4pm my report is finished, the day is done, and my pussy is burning with desire. I shut the laptop down, lock the office door and begin the short drive home.
I open the front door and see my box waiting for me in the porch. I close and lock the front door, heart pounding with anticipation for what I'm going to find inside my treasure trove.
I hang up my coat and bag and kneel to the floor - something I reckon I'll be doing a lot of this evening. I slowly open the box to reveal this evening's requirements. In the box I find a set of black lingerie - lacy knickers and bra, stockings and suspenders, the Ruby Woo lipstick, a blindfold, and yes! my collar, but no leash this time. I note the absence of my ball-gag and I suspect my mouth will be getting well used this evening. I have also been left a short note with instructions:
"Once you are dressed, come up to the bedroom and kneel with your mouth open and your tongue out.
You may leave the blindfold off whilst using the stairs, but it must be in place when you enter the room."
My pussy is burning at this point, but I know it'll be a while before I get any attention in that region. I quickly shed my work clothes and don the clothes and accessories that my Master has selected for me. I open the door to the living room, drop to my hands and knees and make my way up the stairs. When I reach the top, I put my blindfold on, then continue to move on my hands and knees to our bedroom - thankfully at the top of the stairs.
Once in the room, I sit up on my knees and open my mouth as instructed. I wait for around a minute before I feel the tip of a hard penis brush itself against my tongue. The feeling is exquisite, and I can't help but let out a small moan. I hear my Master let out a short laugh at my obvious desire.
