It was almost six o'clock. Almost time for her to be home from work. John knelt on the floor in anticipation of her arrival. He had grown used to being naked when he was home. Nothing on except the collar she had given him that had the words 'Slave: john' engraved on it. This was his life when he was home now.
He had days where he went to work, and this all seemed like a bad dream as he got lost in going through the motions of his day. Scenarios would play out in his mind on the drive home of him telling her she needed to move out. Tell her that he was done with this game she was playing with him, but they were all just fantasy. When he got anywhere near her, he became helpless to do anything but what she wanted. There was fight deep down inside him somewhere, he could feel it. He had strength in him that he used every day at work or going anywhere outside her presence, but when she was with him that strength seemed to vanish and slip into the recesses of his mind.
The sound of the door opening drew his eyes to the foyer where he was already facing. She was wearing scrubs from work and he found a thousand different ways seeing her in them aroused him. A warm fuzzy haze settled over him as the arousal clouded his mind. The thought that he was falling into trance again flitted through his mind and the pleasure seeing her caused only pushed that thought away. That part of himself so desperately needed to stand up to her was being drowned out again by the feelings she evoked in him and the need to please her which only made the feelings that much stronger. The vicious loop she had carefully crafted in his mind was inescapable. What made it even worse was he loved the feelings and it made him love her for it. At times he wondered if the feelings had become more than just the bridle she had formed on his lust and he always reached the same conclusion, what difference did it make.
"Hello my baby," her sweet voice caressing him in ways nothing else could.
"Hello Domina," the reply a reward for her accepting him as hers.
"I am tired my sweet," she said setting down her keys and purse on the nearby entryway table," stand up and follow me upstairs."
Getting to his feet he moved to be as close to her as possible. Being able to watch her from behind as the scrubs she wore hugged her ass walking up the stairs was not a vision he wanted to miss. Her steps were slow and steady. The movement was hypnotic to him as was everything she did. Everything about her put him under her spell. She had spent months programming him. He knew what she had done to him and he did not care. There were times where she would throw it in his face trying to draw out any resistance he had to what she was doing. Once his resistance was exposed she would somehow seem to become even stronger as if she was pulling the strength out of him and into her. He wilted every time.
Once upstairs she turned and reached out taking him by his hardening cock and started pulling him towards his bedroom like a dog on a leash. Her soft hand on his flesh sent shivers through his body as he felt his hips trying to move into her grip.
