Waiting
You’re in the living room, on your knees in the submissive position, wearing nothing but your collar… awaiting my arrival. The grandfather clock across the room is a bit too old-fashioned, but you know that I require it so that you can always hear the succinct tick-tock to remind you of your 24x7 obedience to me. Every second, every hour, of every day.
You know I’m due, but I’m not always punctual. I don’t need to be because I know you’ll be there, obedient, waiting, ready.
Your mind wanders, wondering what I will subject you to upon my arrival. Your memory drifts through different days, my different arrivals. You first rewind to yesterday. I simply entered and immediately stood you with your back against the wall, your hands above your head, where I practically elevated you into the air with each raw, hard thrust.
Or the time when I bent you over my knee, reddening your delicious ass cheeks with light yet persistent use of the flogger and leather paddle. I then brought you to the bed and put you on your back, blindfolded and attached to the leg spreader. I kissed you all over, tasting your mouth, your tongue, your neck, your entire body. Even the satin sheets felt rough to your enflamed rear, and I continued your exquisite treatment as I brought out the violet static wand. The insides of your thighs, your breasts, nipples, and pussy lips were all targets of this device, and your writhing was absolutely luxuriant to me. The ministrations of my lips and tongue relieved your soaking wet pussy, and I allowed you to orgasm several times before taking my place between your legs to secure my own release, filling you with my cum. It was a long session. I released you from your bonds, turned you over on your belly, and gave you a relieving massage, followed by the treat of a soothing bubble bath. You deserved it, and just because I am a stern master doesn’t mean that you are not to be rewarded.
These slutty, wanton thoughts and memories are bringing your anticipation to a razor’s edge, making you wet, making you mentally and physically ready for me.
Tick-tock.
Story Notes:
Listening to the (unwelcome, at that moment) tick-tock of a clock started something in my mind.