Katie was kneeling by the front door waiting for Will, legs open naked, as she did every night. One time the FedEx guy had come and she had no choice but to answer the door and sign nude, she was always afraid that might happen again. She glanced at the collar and leash in anticipation, she was only allowed to wear them when Will was home, when she was his to look at, admire, she was always his to control.
She heard the key in the door and looked down at the floor, making sure her position was right, she was open, ready and wet, just kneeling and waiting made her wet, what a slut! He came in and said not a word, pulled her by the hair to the living room, sat on the couch and told her to open her mouth. His voice was frustrated, tired, and angry, so much anger.
She knew it had been a bad day at work and one false move from her would result in pain for her, lots of pain. Her mouth opened wide at his command and he was rough. He fucked her face till he came and all his cum shot down her throat. He pulled out and turned on the T.V. She had no commands, he still had not spoken so she stayed on her hands and knees with her head between his knees, she did not have permission to move, and she certainly did not dare after such rough treatment.
She went through the day in her head to make sure she had done nothing wrong, but no it must be work that has him all wound up, she was lost in her day dream when she felt his hand squeeze her tit, hard. She willed herself to make as little sound as possible, and to stay as still as possible. He needed this release, to torment her.
"Look at me, whore!" She looked into eyes filled with fury "Don't look away" he hissed even as he looked at the TV and kneaded both tits roughly. She want to cry, wanted to ask what was wrong, wanted to comfort him, but she knew there was nothing to do but to offer herself as she was till his rage subsided, and then if he wanted to tell her he would.
"Fucking bitch turn around head in the floor" she complied instantly, putting her ass as high as she could, and her legs far apart revealing all her parts to him. Will grunted, took off his pants and underwear and folded them over the back of the couch, then he took a deep breath and looked at his property, his whore, there splayed out only for him allowing him to be rough and not complaining, he knew he was lucky, and wanted to hold her and tell her what a good girl she was, but his frustration was not gone and he needed his whore, not his lover. The butt plug was there seated in its place and he pulled it out, not rough, but not slow he heard her gasp and smiled a little.
