I waited anxiously for my Master to get home from work while pacing the floor and checking the clock over the sink in the kitchen every few minutes. It was the week of July fourth which meant I got to come home from my summer internship program which required me to live on a college campus a couple hundred miles away. I had just made it home around lunch time and waiting for five o'clock to come was driving me absolutely insane. When the clock read 4:30, I stripped from my clothes and knelt by the door, hoping with everything in me that he wouldn't get held up at work. My Master and I were relatively new to the BDSM lifestyle. I knew when I met him that I was a submissive and I told him so.
We slowly worked our way from just light bondage and an occasional spanking to my full blown subservience, and him finding a dominant side within himself that he never before realized existed. I wasn't the best sub all the time; I was rather mouthy, opinionated, and stubborn, but those characteristics of mine always made the actual act of giving over all control completely to my Master that much more precious. At about ten minutes after five, I heard his key in the lock and I quickly dropped my eyes to the floor and put my hands behind my back, forcing my erect nipples on display for his viewing pleasure. He walked in the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw my kneeling form. I kept my eyes on his shoes, not wanting to give him a reason to punish me.
"Stand up, Bitch," He said sternly.
I complied immediately, spreading my feet shoulder width apart and my hands remaining behind my back. He pulled me in for a tight hug, and assaulted my mouth with kisses.
"I missed you so much. And you are such a good girl. Let's go to the bedroom. There's something I want to talk to you about."
Talk? I hadn't seen him in weeks and he just wanted to talk?? I wanted him to ravage me on sight, to keep me on my knees and face fuck me and use me like the fucktoy that I was for his pleasure. I didn't want to talk. But, I followed him to the bedroom anyways, trying desperately to keep in mind that my job was to please my Master, not myself. Once in the bedroom, he sat down on the bed and I automatically knelt on the floor and began to unlace and remove his work boots, one by one. Once I was finished, I laid my head in his lap and attempted to wait patiently for him to begin speaking.
"Slave, I think it's time we put your limits to the test." he said, finally.
"What do you mean Master?"
"I mean, it's time for me to find out how much you can really take. Plus, you have seemed to think being away from home has given you a free pass to misbehave and that is unacceptable."
I opened my mouth to protest, but then recalled all of the catty comments and smartass remarks that I had felt brave enough to make when there were so many miles separating us. I snapped my mouth closed and peered up at him from beneath my lashes, waiting for him to continue. He moved my head from his lap and stood up.
"On the bed now, slut."
To my detriment, I hesitated. He yanked me up and threw me on the bed. Master then proceeded to tie me spread eagle to the bed while I whimpered and squirmed.
