He arrived home around the usual time and wondered why she hadn't given him his customary warm greeting. She was almost always home by this time and would normally let him know if she was going to be late. "Perhaps she is taking a bath," he thought, "Maybe, I'll join her."
When he threw his keys down in the usual spot, he noticed the envelope she had left for him. Written in large letters in her pretty handwriting it said, "Wanna play?" on the front of the envelope. He loved playing games with his ravishing red haired lover. He wondered what she had planned for today. He excitedly tore open the envelope. There was a small card that said, "Your slave awaits you in your chambers, master."
They had not played this game before. He was immediately turned on by the idea of her playing the part of his sex slave. There was already a bulge starting in his pants as he headed for the bedroom they had shared for the past few months. He entered the room and found her sitting demurely on the chest that set at the foot of the bed. She was wearing a costume that resembled Hollywood's idea of what a Roman slave girl would have worn. He wondered what she might be wearing under it. He also wondered what he should do. As soon as he stepped in the room she went to him, never lifting her head.
She sat at his feet and asked, "Master, how may I serve you?"
He was nearly overcome and had trouble thinking of a response. She knew him well and did not wait for an answer.
"Perhaps, you would like me to bathe you, master?" she said hopefully.
Mustering up his best stern and disinterested voice, he said, "I could use a bath. But, you would do well to remember who is the master, girl!"
She could not contain her smile and immediately became wet between the legs when he continued to give orders. Feeling emboldened he commanded, "Go and start the bath and then return and undress me, tart!"
She scurried off to start the bath and quickly returned. She wanted to hear more orders before he was overcome with indecision again. He could say anything to her now and she thought the harsher the more likely to make her cum. She immediately went to him and started to remove his clothes.
Surprising himself, he pushed her back and said, "How dare you touch me without permission!"
"Please forgive me, master. I was trying to fulfill your wishes," she said, as the heat inside grew.
Almost snarling, he said that girls of her station would do well to remember their place if they wished to avoid punishment.
She dropped to the floor at his feet and said, "I only wish to please you, master."
"Good, then you may undress me, now," he said.
She said, demurely, "Thank you, master."
Then she removed all of his clothing. She carefully released his swollen cock from his underwear with out touching it. She assumed she would need special permission for that. She also assumed based on his references to punishment that it was likely he would spank her at some point, but didn't want it to be because she touched his cock. He had playfully spanked her a couple of times before and it had led to an orgasm filled fucking. She had never even entertained the idea of a man spanking her in the past. Somehow, with him she was willing to entertain most anything in the pursuit of sexual pleasure. She had even imagined spanking him, although the right occasion for that had not yet occurred.
