I sat kneeling on the cold tile, my knees aching underneath me. I was completely naked and shivering a little, as it was chilly in the room, but I dared not move. I had been instructed to greet my Owner at the door this way when he came home.
Owner had been gone for fifty-two days, traveling for business. It was impossible to describe how much I had missed him. I was his pet, and without him, my life didn't feel complete. It had been a very difficult seven weeks, and I was anxiously awaiting his return.
Owner had forbidden me from having any orgasms the week prior to his return. This had been incredibly difficult, seeing as how he kept sending me little text messages here and there, taunting me, torturing me, hinting at what he was going to do to me when he got home. "You're going to be a good pet and please your Owner, aren't you, no matter what I ask of you," he texted. "Anything for you, sir," I had responded.
I found myself wondering what he might ask of me as I sat at attention by the door, hands on my thighs, a good pet waiting patiently for her Owner. You agreed, no matter what, I thought to myself. Be ready for anything.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of tires pulling into the driveway. My heart began pounding. What would happen? What would he say, what would he do? Would he make me wait, or would he ravish me the second he walked in the door? Regardless, I didn't have much time to think about it. I heard the sound of a car door opening and closing, then the sound of boots on gravel. A key in the lock, and then-
Then he opened the door, and there he was. Standing above me, suitcases in hand, staring at me with those dark eyes that drew me in, like a moth to flame. A gasp escaped my lips.
"Hi Owner," I managed to say.
"Hello pet, " he said, setting down his bags.
"Did you have a good flight, sir?" I asked.
"Yes, I did," he said. "And I see you're waiting for just as I asked. Good girl."
"Thank you, sir."
He chuckled. Then, without a moment's hesitation, he lunged at me. I cried out in shock. He yanked me up by the hair and I yelped, struggling to get to my feet, which had fallen asleep underneath me. I staggered with each step, only half standing, as he pulled me up the stairs, trying not to resist but afraid of falling if I was pulled too hard. My legs were shaky from kneeling for so long and from nerves. I couldn't hold myself up anymore, and when we got to the middle landing I fell. My knee jammed into the step above me and I felt a sharp pain bloom underneath my skin.
"Owner I can't! You're pulling me too hard!" He was still pulling me up the stairs, my knees abrading against the carpet, my hair feeling as if it were about to split with my skull.
"Then crawl," he said, his eyes dancing with dark intent. He dug his nails into my scalp. With a gasp I scrambled up the steps on hands and knees.
When we got past the bedroom door he practically threw me into the room. I went tumbling across the floor. I scooted back from the door as he crossed the threshold, apprehensive, uncertain. I didn't know what he had in mind, but I had a feeling that whatever it was would not be something I liked.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
I watched those black boots come closer until they halted in front of me. It was only then that I dared to look in my Owner's eyes. What I saw was pure lust. I could see the monster pacing in its cage, eager to be released. I inhaled sharply, a shiver passing through my body.
"Boots, pet," he commanded. With shaking hands, I undid the laces to his boots. I yanked at them, stubborn as always, not wanting to part with his feet.
"Now the socks." Obligingly, I removed his socks to reveal his feet. Lovingly, I dipped my head and kissed each foot tenderly. They were cold against my lips. For a moment, I let my face rest against them. He allowed me to, knowing that this was my way of welcoming him home.
"Belt." Off came his belt, and my heart pounded more quickly. I was closer now to my favorite part of him, and it had been so long, so terribly long. Without raising my hopes, I tossed his belt to the side.
"Pants." I undid the button on his jeans and slowly slid them off his hips and down his legs, extracting each foot from them with care.
"Shirt."
"May I stand, sir?" I asked tentatively.
"You may." I stood and removed his shirt, the thick fabric feeling soft against my fingers. He was left only in his boxer-briefs. I could already see that he was partially erect. The site of it sent another shiver through my body. I tried not to think about how much I wanted his cock in my mouth, knowing that he might be mean enough to deny me access to my favorite appendage of his.
"Briefs." With shaking fingers, I pulled them down and off his hips, fully exposing him. My Owner stood nude before me, and I wanted to cry with the sight of it. His cock was so close to my lips, if only I could slide it between them. I dared not without permission.
I didn't have much time to think about it. With a growl, Owner lunged at me. I screamed in surprise, and then he was on top of me, his weight rendering me immobile, the flesh of my throat between his teeth. I gasped. I could feel his teeth pressing against my windpipe, so close to being able to crush it in the grip of his jaws. My cunt grew wet thinking about it. I moved my hips against him, demonstrating my want.
He released my throat and pulled my hair back, biting up my neck to my face. He took the skin of my cheek in between his teeth, hard. I yelped. He chuckled and then slapped my face with his other hand, hard, his fistful of my hair holding me in place. I met his dark, hungry gaze. He let go of my hair and slapped me again, harder, on the other cheek. I struggled underneath him as he alternated between cheeks, intermittently punching me in the face and against the lips. I could feel my face growing sore.
"Does my cunt like it when I hit her?" He asked, a low growl in his voice.
"Yes sir, your cunt likes it very much."
"Good answer, property."
With a sudden movement he brought his knee up to connect with my crotch, hard. It jolted me.
"Ow!" I cried out.
He laughed. "That's the point, pet."
