The day had started out pretty normal; Ariel went to work bright and early in the morning, got into fights with other employees over paper work they had done wrong, and she ended up locking the door to her office around 3 to get some peace and quiet. It was just like any other day. Finally 5 o'clock came around and Ariel started to pack up her briefcase and head out of the building. As she got into her car, her phone started to ring and she instantly grumbled, figuring it was probably a coworker wanting to get back into the building at the last minute because they had forgotten something or lost something or just had to pee. She dug in her purse for her phone, and luckily found it in time before it went to her voicemail. Relief came over her when she saw that it was her fiancé, James. She smiled and answered the phone, "Hi you," she said, biting on her bottom lip. She loved hearing his voice right after work, it made her feel less stressed out. "Hi," he replied. He sighed into the phone, sounding troubled. Ariel caught on, asking him what was wrong.
"Just come home, Ariel. We need to talk," he said, sighing into the phone again. A nervous feeling engulfed Ariel's stomach, and she took a deep breath in, trying to think of something to say. Had she done something wrong? Was he going to leave her? But what had she done.. There was nothing she could think of that would upset him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke again.
"It's about something I found on your computer," he stated, sounding a little more than irritated. Ariel thought for a moment, but couldn't recall anything that would anger him. Actually, she had gotten a little angry herself that he was even looking through her computer at all. She thought they had established that going through the other's things meant you started to become untrusting, and she couldn't think of anything that would justify him feeling that way. She sighed and spoke softly.
"I'll be right home," and then he hung up.
Millions of thoughts raced through her mind on the twenty minute drive home, which evidently felt like twenty hours, if not more. She got every red light, every cross walk, and it seemed like she'd never make it home. Finally, as she pulled into the driveway of their three bedroom, two bath ranch house, it dawned on her- She had written stories about her fantasies. Her S&M fantasies. She took a deep breath in and let it out, looking at her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her red curls fell down to her shoulders, shaping her petite, pale face. Her brown eyes glistened in the early evening sun, and she bit down on her bottom lip, thinking she had looked pretty gross after a long day of work. But that didn't matter. James sounded pissed, and she had to go in and deal with the issue, not worry about how she looked. She took one more deep breath before getting out of the car, leaving her briefcase in the backseat- she'd worry about that later. As soon as she walked to the front door it opened, and James was standing there, his arms folded across his chest, an annoyed look on his face.
"I found your stories," he said, looking her up and down. She couldn't say anything, so she just nodded and looked up into his blue eyes, wanting to kiss him, but she wasn't sure how he'd react, so she held back. He ran a hand through his long, brown hair and tilted his head to the side, cracking his neck. She hated when he did that. Neither of them spoke, so he moved to the side so she could come in and closed the door behind her.
"Go to our room," he started, "I'll be in there in a minute." He wouldn't look at her. She walked into their bedroom and sat down on the edge of their bed, folding her hands over her knee. She was nervous, and she wasn't sure what was going on or what was going to happen. And then he came in, like a bat out of hell, grabbing her by the neck and pinning her down to the bed, straddling her. She looked up at him, shock in her eyes, and he simply smiled down at her, loosening the grip on her neck slightly before he spoke.
"So, this is what you want?," he asked, pulling her hair to tilt her head back with his other hand. "To be treated like some slut? A slave?" There was such demand in his voice, and Ariel could feel herself beginning to get turned on, and she could see that he was, too. A bulge had started to form under his jeans, and that made Ariel more turned on. She looked up at him and simply muttered the word "yes" before he tilted her head back more. "Yes, what?" He said, tightening the grip on her neck again.
"Yes, Master," she said, almost like a moan. He let go of her and stood up in front of her, unbuttoning her blouse. He pushed it down past her shoulders to reveal her black lace bra, which held in her supple D sized breasts, and he cupped them both in his hands, squeezing hard. A tingle went through her body and she tilted her head back, letting out a small sigh.
