The house is clean, the kitchen is spotless and I wait naked, kneeling by the door. Master will be home any minute and he expects me to be right here, waiting, naked.
I have been with Master for 6 years. He found me dancing at the Lounge. The first time I saw him, I had no idea that he would completely change my life.
He always sat close to the stage, alone, like most of the guys in the Lounge, but, there was something different about him. His dark green eyes bore a hole right through me as he watched me dance...as if he could see my soul. He tipped well so I danced for him as often as I could.
One night, he asked me to sit down and have a drink with him. He said that he knew me better than I knew myself. Normally, I would have laughed in his face but somehow, I just knew that what he said was true. I'd always felt that something was missing but I didn't know what it was. He said he could help me; help me to understand what I was meant to be. He said it wouldn't be easy, that it would even be painful at times. But, I would also know incredible joy, passion and pleasure. All I had to do was to turn my life over to him. He gave me a week to think it over.
All week I kept thinking I was crazy to even give the idea one iota of consideration but I couldn't help myself. I knew nothing about him...he hadn't even told me his name. Yet, I trusted him. By the end of the week, I had changed my mind more often than my underwear.
I saw him enter the Lounge and take his usual spot. He looked at me with his piercing eyes and my decision was made in that moment. Tonight, I would leave my existing life and begin my journey to discover my inner soul.
Master's keys are turning in the lock...he's home. Everyday it is the same...I feel a giddy elation that tingles throughout my body. My nipples harden on my taut breasts and my pussy burns in anticipation.
He walks in and caresses my head and face; he gives me his things and sits heavily in his chair. It has been a long day. I carefully hang up his coat and put his briefcase in its place. Master insists on order. I kneel by his side, waiting.
After a while, he looks at me and smiles. He pinches my nipples extracting a moan from my throat. He tugs at the chain that runs from my collar down through the rings in my nipples and navel to my clit. My pussy begins to throb and I groan. He gives a small chuckle and tells me to get him a drink. Single malt scotch on the rocks...his favorite.
When I return with his drink, I see his cock is out. I know what Master wants and kneel in front of him. His flaccid cock is soft and warm as I caress it lovingly. I put the whole thing in my mouth and feel it begin to grow. He takes a long drink and sighs away the stresses of the day.
His cock reaches its full 9 inch length; its girth stretches my lips grossly. My cheeks hollow as I suck and bob up and down its length. I take as much of it as I can, the head of his prick hitting the back of my throat each time. He grabs my head and starts to fuck my mouth, using it like a cunt. I'm gagging. Tears roll down my face. The clenching of my body each time I gag makes me leak urine. He doesn't care...I don't care. All that matters is his pleasure...his pleasure at using me.
Suddenly, he pulls his cock from my mouth and slaps me, hard. He cums all over my burning face and breasts, spurt after spurt of long thick white cream. Oh, so lovely! So warm! The joy and the pleasure I feel is heavenly! I cum just from the sensation, never having even touched my pussy. I rub his sticky cream all over the rising welt on my face and into my breasts. What remains on my fingers I lick off. Master's cock must be cleaned with my tongue. I work my way around and in the folds of his foreskin making sure to lick every drop of cum from his beautiful prick.
