I enter the house looking around slowly. I notice all the things that were to be done are completed. I smile to myself, telling myself inside my head that I have a wonderful slave.
I walk further into the house after taking off my coat and hanging it and my keys in their proper place. As I walk I smell the chemicals you used to ensure my house is clean and I also smell the dinner you so lovingly cook each night.
I slowly walk in knowing you can hear my every step as I get closer to you. I see you kneeling in your place beside my seat. Your legs folded under you reflect the light from the candles you have placed on the table by my plate. Your back straight, your hair falling across your arms as they are placed in front of you out stretched. In your hands you hold the two items you have every night since we began living together. The light shines off the leash laid across both hands. The leather shining in the light showing how you lovingly care for it as you do all of my things. The silver sparkles brightly seeming to flicker as the candle waxes and wanes in the air currents in the house. The other item glistens just as brightly gently showing the buff marks from where you rubbed it with oils. The crop is long handled with a large head measuring approximately three inches wide and two inches high.
We have not spoken or greeted one another but I can see your muscles quiver in anticipation of my first words. I stand before you watching your body rise and fall with your breathing. I notice a gently sheen reflecting the candle light. I smell the soaps you washed yourself with before oiling your skin with the baby oil. I can smell the coconut from the baby oil coating you mixed in with the flowers and other scents from your soap. I see you adjust yourself slightly knowing when you do so you believe you have done wrong because I usually talk as I enter. I just smile at you, looking down at you in your pose of subservience.
I hear your gently breathing, I can even hear the gentle stutter of your breath as you try to control you body from giving away your apprehension. I lean down taking the crop but leaving the leash just to make you wonder more. I begin to slap it in my hand knowing how the sound will affect you. As you lay there you body quivers each time you hear the smack in my palm. I know you are going through each step of your day seeing what you might have missed or forgotten though you know your rules and duties well. You can think of nothing you forgot or missed. Your breathing quickens and I know you are thinking of your dinner now wondering if I did not like how you set the table or did not like the dinner fixed for me. Maybe the wrong drink chosen. You can not think of anything at all. You start to ask but know better so you stop yourself. You have learned your place well and know when you are permitted these things and when not. Until I allow you up you are to lay there and wait without moving or talking unless I speak to you asking a question.
