A phone call defined everything, this day. One more again, were I not sure of the Ownership previously carved into me, I found, today, that I will always go to His side, and kneel, when He summons me. Had I an inkling of doubt Whom the Master is, I was subtly reminded, today.
At my desk, performing rote functions, my phone rang. On the display, I saw His name. Gasp! It is He! My One. What a lovely surprise! Grasping the receiver, instantly, for I never leave Him waiting, I speak, so thankfully and breathlessly...."hello..." He spoke so calmly. "Are you busy? Can you step into my office for a moment?" Gathering composure from goodness knows where, I respond, "No, not at all. I will be right there."
He never calls me, unless it is important. I always go. It is understood. I never know when the call may be work related, or something casual; a mere kind hello or needed glance in continued appropriation of the things that cannot be altered.
But this day was...beyond the imagined treat. A never-before-line, crossed. My submission, so sweetly tested. So exquisitely executed that I did not even realize what He had done, until I was again at my desk. His power is so eminent! I have dreamt of such things, but would never suggest them. It is always His wants or needs that I desire. They must unfold in His own timing. Thank you, dear, kind Master Sting. Your needs are always my special gift, reciprocated.
As we addressed the work related things, I registered a look, behind his eyes, that I know quite well. I willed myself not to speak, lest my enjoyment of that gaze be cut short. I was enveloped in His control. His right to send for me in that way is so very needed, never denied, and is never taken for granted. Yet, I so wanted to whisper my own needs.
So close was He, when he rose before me. I inhaled His delicious Master Scent. I panted, inwardly, hoping he might touch me, hoping He would not see my desperate need to serve Him, even here. He closed the door to His office. He whispered "Get on your knees." I dropped to my rightful place. As He unbuckled his belt and zipped down his trousers, my head fell back, involuntarily. My lips parted to accept, and suckle, His lovely, dark cock. I have no control when my Master speaks. I do the things that he commands, simply because it is so, between us.
