At this time of day, her brown eyes are already fixed at the clock by the cashier's corner.
For Damaris, heading home has always been the best part of her work week and it was nearly 4pm before she gets off work. Being a sales attendee at a book shop is a good job, spending time with books has always been her idea of spending a day and even quite enjoyable to have it as a job. But for Damaris, getting home is extra special. Just thinking about it makes her knickers wet in anticipation.
Traffic was inevitable and she had to run most of the time to get ahead of the commuting crowd. It is unfortunately an everyday competition. She finally managed to get herself in a bus and took a seat at the back corner making herself comfortable by the side near the windows.
With her eyes staring in space, her lips began to curve in a smile with her left hand tracing the outline of that band around her neck. When her hand finally rested on the heart-shaped lock, her smile grew wider.
Memories of last night flooded her being making her cunt yearn and eager for more of those painful and sweet episodes of last night.
Her reminiscing was ended by the sudden halt of the bus, taking it as a signal for her to get down, she quickly made her way towards the Marina. It was 5pm and the sun was already setting. The glow of the late afternoon sun framed the yacht "Silhouette" making the big yacht look like a beautiful painting from a distance.
When she got there, she climbed aboard, her skirt blowing up in the breeze and her cunt responding to the warm air. She slid through the hatch and down the companionway into the cabin. Someone was waiting for her inside.
Having put her backpack on the floor, Damaris stripped herself naked. It was rather quick. She was eager and her cunt was eager (seeing how wet her knickers has been when she took them off).
"Master?" I'm here! Damaris cannot contain her excitement any longer and her Master knows this. The lights were still turned off and the room darker now with a hint of only the sun's remaining rays making their way through the windows and open hatches.
He was at his office table, with His back on her. Damaris silently walked her way towards her Master. His smile is irresistible. It makes Damaris' heart beat quicker.
Damaris stood up beside Him with her legs slightly apart. Master's hand quickly slipped between her legs to cup her cunt, feeling the wet softness of it, taking what was His. She let out a soft moan, closing her eyes to the experience. She needed more from Him.
This is what she looks forward to coming home every day: Her need for use.
