She spent the day in shambles, prepping here, prepping there, and doing everything he commanded of her. She went through the checklist in her head: Shaving? Done. Makeup? Perfect. Outfit? Tantalizing, just as her master ordered. She sat by the door, tapping her foot nervously as her phone lay motionless, lifeless. She glanced every so often, her mind imagining the magical ring, signifying her escape from the hell of her home. The waiting was agonizing. Three times she has done this before, and three times felt these emotions. But never was there true release; only in his arms did she feel at peace.

After what felt like ages, she saw the screen flash, the phone buzz, and the tone come to life. She scrambled quickly, nearly dropping it in her angst, as the message read ‘She’s finally gone, it’s just you and me now. I’ll be here waiting to do everything we discussed slave. Cannot wait to see you.”
With that she sprang up from her chair and hurried out the door, carefully closing it behind her. She scurried down to her car on the curb, a small smile across her lips as anticipation raced through her, the adrenaline of what was to come surged before he had even laid a hand on her. She knew what was coming, and she could not wait. As she beamed, the car’s engine ignited, the radio blared, and the metal box lurched forward, leaving her life of normalcy behind her for just a while. It will still be there when she returns, even if she never remains the same.

The drive is not long, only 20 miles or so, but the traffic is a nightmare. What is normally a leisurely pace now seemed to only inch forward, her patience dwindling at the same rate as the speedometer. However her excitement never ceases. Throughout her drive her Master sends her messages of lust filled words, knowing the toll they take on her psyche. When the car had to halt, she would glance down and look, reading the lewd acts that she knew were to follow already had her breathing ragged, heart racing and pulse thumping. After many more messages she finally just stopped looking all together, the heat from her sex almost becoming too much, the need to pleasure herself rising. If she gave in, she knew she would be punished. She was told to save herself for this day, to hold off as long as possible… and she was so close.

Eventually, her car pulled to a stop for a final time, right in front of his home. She cut the engine and stepped out, her tight dress riding up as she got out. She pulled the dress down, suddenly aware of where she was, and surveyed the neighborhood, checking for any wandering eyes that may be suspicious of her presence. Finding none, she hurried to the door, knocking in their code: rap, rap rap rap, rap rap rap, rap. Footsteps pound behind the door and the sound of metal scraping and moving resonates through the oak of the door, and the hinges creak inward, opening the ending the barrier between Master and Slave.

He stands in the doorway, looking down at his property, examining her quickly. Her hair is done, her dress is tight, and her eyes shine all the brighter now that his were reflected in them. He motions her in, and the light click of heels echo off the walls as they come down on hardwood. He closes the door behind him as he gazes at her rump behind. It sways as she examines his home as if it was the first time she had been there. Her wonderment never ceased to amaze him, the interest she took in even the most remedial things; and he loved her all the more for it.

She turned around to face him, but was taken aback as the hulking man rushed towards her, pulling her into an embrace that seemed to squeeze the very air from her lungs. She found that too be only partially true, as the kiss he placed upon her next took the rest of it away. He held her close, his hands finding her ass as his lips found hers, drawing her ever closer to his large body. There was need in their kiss, so much tension relieved through their exchange of love, that the clocks on the wall seemed to stop ticking. After several minutes, he let go of her, and just marveled at the beauty before him, admiring the woman whose service had been given so freely: a gift he has never taken lightly.

They stood in the entryway, breathing heavily and smiling like idiots, as they simply held each other. She leaned against him, her head buried in his strong chest as he placed his chin atop her head. She sighed, as all of the built up angst seemed to just vanish, melting away into her Master’s body. He was large, powerful, and full of an energy few men have. He could take the helm of a ship he’s never sailed, and the sailors would never question his judgment or leadership. She broke away slightly to look up into his face. She had known this man for years, as children and through parts of adulthood. Even when they parted he never left, a constant source of strength in her subconscious, allowing her to survive every situation she encountered, including the hell she left 20 miles behind her. He lifted his chin and met her gaze. His mind flooded with the memories of love once lost, loves that had changed and evolved, and the love that stood before him. His heart welled, eyes grew tender, as he kissed her forehead gently. She looked down at the floor between them, feeling the softness of his lips on bare skin. She couldn’t meet his gaze again. If she did, she knew her strength would wane and she would cry; though the tears would be joyous, she did not want the moment ruined. But he had other plans in mind. He placed a hand under her chin and forced her eyes to his, and as soon as they began to water, his fingers adroitly wiped the moisture away.

She smiled and laughed slightly, breaking the trance their intimacy had created.