I am late coming home. The rainy weather and all β traffic on our one lane road to the castle sometimes gets clogged up with sheep. And there is no moving those little buggers. If they want the road β they take the road.
But you, my pet, were waiting β always reliable β never complaining β for punishment would be severe should you.
Yes β you were waiting β in your customary kneeling position β head bowed slightly β eyes lowered to the floor β not daring to look upon your MASTER. Yes β you have been well trained, my pet. Tonight I shall reward you for it.
Knowing that you have been kneeling on that cold stone floor for so long, I bid you rise and follow me. Into the kitchen where the warmth of the open fire takes the chill of the March air off the room β warms the cold hands of your MASTER and warms my scantily clad slave.
My first order of the day is food and drink. Having been so long in coming, it is now just past 7 in the evening β long past our normal dining hour. You serve me β then return to the hearth β to warm yourself for later.
Knowing that you ate early so that you would be available to serve me, I bid you return to the table and, at least, have some more wine β the Merlot is excellent, my pet.
I take it all in, while I am eating β that tight corset I laced up for you this morning, knowing full well that there was no way you could remove it yourself. That tiny wasp like waist of yours β some 10 or 11 inches around β why I could span your entire waist with both hands.
Those black seamed stockings that encase your long legs are so perfect for you. The high heel shoes β making your tall stature even more apparent when you stand. You are a raving beauty, my pet and I have chosen well. But, it wasnβt me. It was you who chose to serve your MASTER. It was you that had the pick of those whom you would serve. And you chose me!
Those beautiful creamy breasts of yours sitting high on the platform at the top of the corset β nipples in view and aroused β hard little pebbles just begging to be sucked upon. Nipple clamps in place β clit clamp in place β how long has it been, my pet β how long have you had them in place? Twenty minutes β too long. Remove them now before you get tissue damage.
I watch as you remove your clamps β one at a time β the blood rushing in to fill the nipple β making it red and inflamed β the intense pain of the initial filling with blood β the low moan that emanates from your scarlet red lipsticked whore lips. Then you remove the clit clamp. Not only does your moaning increase in volume but your fine body trembles in orgasmic bliss as you cum. Not for the first time today, I suspect β nor will it be the last.
I tell you to look at me β your finely chiseled features rise as do your eyes to gaze upon your MASTER. The love in your eyes says it all. The love you have for your MASTER shines through those piercing eyes.
Seeing you like this causes my cock to begin to swell. It is time to have a bath β for showers were difficult to install in our castle and we only have the one bath. And it takes up one of the top floor bedrooms. Two flights of stairs to climb.