Of all the hours that make up a day, the two hours that made up her commute home were by far the most tedious. Every day, she tried to feel optimistic about the weather, the traffic, the music in the car, anything – and every day she’d fail miserably as she’d tap on the steering wheel irritated, shaking her leg vigorously and staring aggressively at anyone who looked her way.
The final minutes of her drive always seemed like the longest. The light on the block before her street always seemed to be red and the streets bustled endlessly with what felt like the entire city to her exhausted mind. She’d try to distract herself by watching the people walking past her vehicle, but somehow this always seemed to irritate her more and she’d throw up her hands as she pressed on the brakes, cursing into the wind about her perceived misfortune.
Pulling into the driveway was always met with an audible sigh of relief. She’d pull her key out of the ignition and slump back against her seat, taking a long deep breath before grabbing her briefcase and opening the door. Her legs shook as she’d come to standing and she’d slam the door behind her with the heel of her shoe.
Her keys would slide into the lock of her front door with ease and the familiar click of them turning into place was enough to bring a smile to her face. She’d push open the door and he’d be on bended knee waiting to take her briefcase. She’d plop it down in his waiting arms and give him a kiss on the forehead, before retreating to her bedroom.
The bedroom door was always left slightly ajar, and he would kneel patiently outside it waiting for her to de-compress. First, she’d pull off her earrings and carelessly toss them in her jewelry dish. Her watch and necklace came next and then the buttons of her shirt. Sometimes she’d leave her shirt on and sometimes she’d take it off. She’d sit on the edge of her bed.
“I want you“, she’d whispered.
He’d crawl into the room, his head down and his eyes fixated on the floor before him. He’d kneel in front of her and she’d curl her finger under his chin, lifting his eyes to meet hers.
“Have you been a good boy today?“, she’d ask him sweetly and he’d nod his head vigorously, “Good. Now get these shoes off of me!“, she’d command uninterested.
Eagerly and without fumbling, he would slide the heel off her foot and gently massage her toes. He’d move his hands up her legs massaging the smooth muscles of her calves and clawing at the skin of her thighs. He’d unhook her garter strap from the top of her stockings and gently roll them off her leg, delighting in the revealing of her flesh.
If she wanted him to go further, she’d pull up her skirt ever so slightly, inviting him to explore her more fully. If she wanted him to wait, she’d rise and proceed to her mirror to brush out her long hair, which had spent the entire day at the office wrapped in a tight bun. He’d move to kneel beside her and wait for her next instruction.
“I think I need a drink“, she would comment, as if to no one, and he would scurry out of the room on his hands and knees. After the door was closed slightly behind him, he’d rise to his feet and continue to the kitchen to prepare her a glass of red wine, which he had already decanted in preparation of her arrival. She’d still be in her chair at her mirror when he’d arrive.
He’d walk over to her, his eyes focused on the goblet of liquid. Kneeling down before her, he’d raise the glass up to her and she’d pat him on the head after receiving it. “Thank you darling. Now, please be a dear and prepare yourself for me.“, her voice dripping with honey, “And don’t bother asking me all these stupid questions. I deal with that all day, I don’t need it from you too!“, snapping at him suddenly.
Crawling on his hands and knees again, he’d exit the room and rise as he proceeded to the basement, where they had a small collection of equipment and devices that would cause the most pleasurable of pain and excite the dullest of sensations. While the collection was small, the possibilities were endless.
He’d climb up onto the converted massage table. One of his first projects as her pet was to build this table and she was very specific about how it should be built. Like a regular massage table, it would have a small opening for the face. Unlike a regular massage table, it would also have a small rectangular opening near the nipple area and a larger round opening in the genital area. The table was built on a base and had extendable legs, so that she could raise and lower him to her needs.
He grew in size the moment he heard her heel hit the first step. The familiar clunk of her stiletto on the stair caused his muscles to ripple involuntarily. He’d count her steps every time and by the thirteenth stair he was clawing at the soft leather covering the table. Fourteen and fifteen and he’d turn his head to see her come towards him.
She’d pick up her favorite crop, a solid and sturdy piece she had gotten as a birthday present. It’s black leather was slightly worn and it warmed quickly upon use. She’d trace the curves of his body with the edge of the crop, starting at his feet, which always made him squirm and working her way up over his muscular calves, his shapely thighs and lightly over the downy hair on his rear.
She’d start with gentle smacks on his backside, just barely lifting the crop off his skin. He’d lay silently watching her every move out of the corner of his eye, reveling in the calm that seemed to surround her. She’d rub her hand down his back and over his firm ass, rubbing him softly before bringing her hand down swiftly on his cheeks. He’d squirm slightly as she lifted her hand away.
She’d return to the crop, this time harder and faster. She’d bring the crop down upon him with more force and her blows were successive. An even number of hits was placed on each side and after a couple really hard ones, he was nicely reddened. She’d rub her hands over the forming welts and kiss his flesh feeling the warmth of him against her lips. She could almost never resist allowing a hand to wander to his stiff cock hanging beneath the table and he always cooed at the touch of her.
She’d walk away and he’d watch her intently. Sometimes they would have casual conversations about their days and sometimes they said nothing at all. Sometimes she spoke to him nastily, striking him down with harsh words and other times, she’d banter with him playfully, flirtatiously. He’d been with her long enough to know what was coming for him next based on the tone of her voice. If she was happy, she’d want pleasuring. But if she was unhappy, she’d want to make him unhappy too.
“Did you get all your work done today?“, she’d say, her eyebrow arching in anticipation. “Yes!“, he’d respond loudly, ensuring that she’d hear him. “Oh really? All of it?“, she’d push, hoping to catch him in some sort of way to warrant a punishment, but he’d always respond, “Yes, all of it.”. And even the times she would check on his work, it would always be done to her exact specifications. He really was such a good boy.
She’d signal with her hand for him to turn onto his back and eagerly, he’d obey. Pulling his swollen member from the hole it had been situated in and rolling to allow it to spring forth, she could never help the smile in her eyes at the first sight of his beautiful cock, glistening to with his arousal.
She’d place her hands in his hair and lean over him for a deep kiss, their tongues exploring each other fully. Her hands traveled down his neck and when she reached the soft padding of his chest, she extended her fingers and dug her nails into his supple flesh. He’d moan slightly as she’d being to tug down his body, his body tightening from chest to stomach and over his hips and thighs.
She’d pull a strap from the bottom of the table and wrap it over his ankles, buckling it tight to the other side of the table. She’d tickle his feet and giggle as he tried to kick and continue on to the next strap just below his knees. She’d rub her hands up his thighs as she reached for the next strap, pulling it taut to the table. Another strap was added across his chest and one across his midsection holding his arms close to his body.
“Now, lay very still darling.“, she’d coo as she removed her heels and any other clothes she was wearing that day. His eyes followed her every move and his breath quickened every time she came near him. His fingers stretched out to her involuntarily and he’d groan softly as his cock throbbed.
She’d crawl on top of him, the table having just enough room for her feet to rest comfortably beside his body. She’d squat down onto him, lowering herself slowly and carefully. Her knees would be bent right up to her chest as she reached the pinnacle of deepness and her head always tilted back. He’d wiggle slightly, his hips desperately wanting to thrust into her, and she’d squeeze his nipples hard to remind him not to move.
Harder she’d bob up and down on his member, delighting in the sensation of him deep within her. Her hands would move behind her and rest on his thighs, and she’d open up her entire body for his viewing pleasure – her breasts bouncing freely and her pussy dripping with wetness. He’d gasp at the sight of her, his eyes roaming every inch of available skin.
“Oh my… yes… Such a good boy!“, she’d mutter through her clenched jaw. Her muscles would clench and twitch, and her hands would jump to his chest. She’d take him harder and faster, the feeling of her making him pulsate vigorously. “Now!“, she’d snarl at him, the familiar tone of the end of her orgasm and he would close his eyes tight concentrating on the sensations surrounding his hardened cock. Pulling against the straps on his thighs, his hips desperately craving the experience of thrusting, his forehead covered in sweat, he’d erupt into an orgasm that would leave his body heaving beneath the sturdy leather straps.
She’d undo the strap around his chest and gently lay kisses on his forehead, his neck and his upper arms. “You have been so good to me.“, she’d whisper quietly, as she undid the strap about his midsection. He’d exhale heavily as each strap was released. She’d finish the same way she started, with a soft tickle of his toes and they’d giggle with each other, as he’d playfully kick his feet.