Kitten was restless with impatience. Her constant pacing and peeking through curtains was driving Master insane, so he decided to ensure some stillness.
"Come little one, why don't you wait in bed?" he said, and she hurried into the bedroom. Within moments, she was splayed out on the bed and he had her wrists in hand.
"You're going to be a good kitten, yes?" She nodded. He kissed her lips and simultaneously buckled her wrists behind her onto the headboard cuffs. Kitten giggled as he took her legs and bent them so he could bind each leg, ankle to thigh. He allowed his hands to wander a bit, admiring the way her big brown eyes widened in simultaneous excitement and apprehension. She was nude and likely-he teased a finger between her nether lips-yes, already wet. She murmured appreciation as he placed the wet fingertip into her mouth and with the other hand, teased a pert nipple. It was just then that the doorbell rang.
An excited squeal escaped from Kitten's mouth; she bit her lip. Master smiled and stepped away. A glance at the hall clock confirmed his suspicion-their guest was not tardy. Good, he thought, would hate to have to start the evening off with tears. Later, perhaps.
Master opened the door and smiled broadly at his bashful visitor. She was perfectly adorable in her miniskirt and low cut top. Of course, it didn't matter what she was wearing. That glint of excitement in her eyes, that was the thing that got to him.
"Hello, you're right on time. Thank you for your promptness, Rita." He stepped back from the door and gestured for her to come in.
"I'm happy to be here," Rita replied as she stepped into the house.
He took her hand and took her up the stairs as if this had been done a dozen times before. But Rita had never been inside his home and looked around with open curiosity. She was pleased to see that it was neat and orderly, with a lingering smell of cut grass. She wondered silently if the couple had a private backyard (indeed, they did.) The agency was thorough about vetting clients, but the tidy surroundings still put her at ease.
Once Rita was in the den-her things settled in the foyer, water offered and turned down-he made his first order. "Strip."
Rita was no newcomer to such sudden shifts. Her drapey blouse came off quickly, as did her skirt. She dropped them neatly by her feet on the living room floor. It pleased him that she wore nothing underneath. Rita was ideally built for a cow. Her figure was soft from the diet necessary to keep lactating, but her muscular thighs and arms evidenced time spent exercising appropriately. Her breasts billowed out above her lightly nipped waist. She stood up straight and tall, or as tall as she could at five foot five. Master was pleased to see such excellent posture despite the weight of her breasts. And beautiful breasts they were. She was listed as a DDD cup, but what truly mattered was their shape and function. Aesthetically, they were wonderfully round with dark areolas and nipples standing proudly forward, ready for suckling.