I have a secret, a dark secret. I have a secret life. During the day and when my husband is home I am a mother and a housewife. I run my house and make sure everyone is out and about on time for work and school. I keep my house clean and make sure everything is in order. But once everyone is out of the house I become a different woman. I have an hour to get ready which includes a shower, my hair and make up. I am clean shaven and put on my uniform. My uniform consists of a short black skirt, knee high black stockings, a white button up shirt and pair of black heels. My hair must be dried and put up in a pony tail and my make up must be black eyeliner, mascara and red lipstick. At 9:30 am I must be on my mat by the front door, on my knees and my head turned down. I must not look at my master when he enters the house. I must stay still until he wishes me to move. The door opens and in walks my master. He stands in front of me and says “stand.” I stand up as fast as I can, keeping my head down and eyes on the floor. He places my collar on around my neck. My collar is the symbol of my submission, I must never touch it. He snaps his fingers and points to the floor in front of him. I hurry and drop to my knees in front of him as he unzips his pants. I watch anxiously as he pulls his semi-hard cock out. I can feel myself getting wet as he holds his cock in front of my face. “Suck” he says. I eagerly take him into my mouth. I run my tongue around his head then down his shaft, I cover his dick in my saliva before I suck his head down my throat. With every bob of my head I take him in deeper and deeper until all of his 9in is down my throat. I pull back just enough to take a breath before engulfing him again. I continue to suck him for a good 10 minutes before he tells me to stop. I release him with a “pop,” his cock throbbing and glistening before me. I sit back on my heels. I can feel my juices running down my legs and was sure there had to be a puddle on the floor. I can feel his eyes on me, roaming over every inch of me, making sure everything was perfect. “Unbutton your shirt” he commands. I quickly undo my shirt, fumbling over the buttons. He reaches forward and grabs my right nipple. He pinches and rolls it between his fingers. He pulls and twists. He is testing me. I could feel the floodgates open. my pussy juices were rushing out. I let out a slight whimper as he pinches again.