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He had been gone to long, her Master, business had called him out of town, but he was coming back today. A shiver went down her spine at the thought. She knew what he would want when he returned, and was just putting the final touches on. When he returned he was always softer with her, less strict. She knew deep down he loved her, though he never said that, merely emphasized the fact he owned her instead. If he didn't care for her though, he'd not let her get away with as much as he did. This Master let her look him in the eye, encouraged it even, not like her last…
Shuddering in revulsion she recalled those days. Her last owner had been quite cruel, and quick to use the whip. This one, this one kept her in line, yes, but not through punishment. He'd made her love him, worship him. She would do anything he asked just to please him, he'd saved her, he owned her. She owed him much more then her submission, she owed him her life, she surely would have perished had he not saved her from her past.
Shivering slightly as the cool air breathed itself over her skin, she came back to the present, locking the memories of her past where they belonged, in her past. The sound of a heavy door shutting sounded from the next room, and she turned to face the doorway, anticipating his entrance. As soon as he entered his eyes fell upon her; standing in the middle of the room, she was quite the sight. The high heels he insisted she always wear made her stand a good two inches higher then normal, and the fishnet stockings which clung to her made her already long legs seem to carry on for miles. The stockings ended at her mid-thigh and were held in place by a lacy garterbelt. Black satiny panties barely protected her modesty, riding high on her hip, and not even covering the cheeks of her bottom. Her long dark hair fell down her chest in soft waves, covering the nipples of her pert breasts as she turned to look at him. "Welcome home Master, I've missed you.." Her voice was more a purr then actual speech, soft, caressing his ears and tingling his senses.

He nodded once, silently and she smiled a slow cat like smile that lazily stretched across her face. He never did talk much until after…

Turning slowly to face him completely, rather then gazing at him over her shoulder, her smile grew as she saw approval reflect in his eyes. The slight movement from her turning, caused her hair to sway and move about her chest, offering tantalizing glimpses of breast and nipple beneath, but never quite showing it all at once. Slowly gliding one hand down her side, just how she knew he liked her to, over the swells of her breasts, down to her hips, she smiled silkily at him. "Does my body please you Master?"

The smile that gradually crossed his lips mimicked her own, his voice deep and low as he replied. "Yes kitten, your body pleases my eyes." Sitting down in the nearby armchair, his eyes never left her for an instant, watching with intent anticipation.

"Thank you Master" Practically beaming with pride at her Masters approval, she met his gaze, waiting for the nod from him that would signal it was time for her to begin their routine. She didn't need to wait long, as once he was comfortable in the chair he lifted his eyes to her own and nodded deliberately. Slowly she sank down toward the floor, facing him on her hands and knees. Her eyes never left his as she inched her way across the distance that separated them. Languidly stretching her body out, she delighted in the way his eyes swept over it as she crawled toward his lap. Finally dropping her eyes to his belt she licked her lips. "May I remove that Master? "

He nodded slowly, swallowing the lump of arousal her slender body stretched out before him had caused to rise in his throat. His eyes held hers steadily watching each and every movement she made, as he leaned back farther in his chair so she could better reach the offending article of clothing.

She ducked her head to hide the smile of complete joy at receiving his permission so easily. Usually he made her work harder to receive the privilege of undressing him, he truly must have missed her in his absence. Rising up to her knees once more and leaning across his body to unbuckle his belt, she was sure to make sure as much of her touched him as possible, he'd often told her how much he liked the feel of her skin against him. Pressing forward even further she ran her teeth over the tight denim of his jeans, telegraphing a smile as she felts them catch on each grain of the material, sending vibrations across his body as her breath warmed his flesh even through the fabric. Slowly she inched closer to his manhood, her fingers slowly peeling the belt through the loops of his jeans. Finally the belt out, she felts the head of his growing erection press against her chin and smiling, surrounded it with her mouth through his jeans. Letting her breathe heat him through the fabric, the moisture of her mouth start to saturate it.

With their old ritual beginning again, he leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes close, a soft sigh escaping his lips as her expert touch slowly stoked his desire.

"Mmm..." She didn't bother to lift her mouth from around him as she hummed in response to his sigh, sending delicious vibrations through his body. Moving up from him to undo the button and zipper holding his jeans on, she tugged on them with her teeth, smiling as he lifted himself from the chair just enough to let her peel the jeans and his underclothing off and toss them into a corner. She did purr then, as his manhood was exposed to her eyes, her lips, her hands. Looking up into his face she glided the back of her nails up the inside of his thighs, and then up the side of his arousal. Reaching the head she paused to press the flat of her thumb against it for a moment before curling her fingers around his shaft in a loose grip, stroking him slowly while her lips followed the path her fingers just did. Licking and sucking her way up his thighs, she gradually made her way toward her fingers, toward his thrusting erection. "Master you taste good..."

Letting out a long, gravely, sigh of approval, his hands came up to twine into her hair, not forcing, or even guiding; just resting in the long, soft tangle.

She moaned gently into his skin, obviously liking his reaction. Her free hand gliding over his thighs, her nails scratching lightly, just enough to leave white trails in their wake, just how he liked it. Her grip on his manhood remained constant, almost loose as she took her time stroking up and down his shaft. Eventually, her lips reached the juncture of his legs. "Hmmm…" Her tongue darted out to taste him, the prickle of his nether hair tickling her nose as she licked his balls, teasingly gentle, tasting and savoring him.

Taking his lack of reaction as a sign of approval she nuzzled deeper into him, the full length of her tongue pressing against him and licking in long strokes. Shuffling closer to the chair, she leaned farther forward to lick up the length of his shaft, following her hand as it moved ceaselessly up and down. Her breasts pressed against his thighs, her breaths cooling his skin where the moisture from her lips and tongue had left it damp. As her hand began once again to descend down his shaft she licked at the head of his manhood, circling it with her tongue.

With another sigh of approval, one of his hands left her hair, to slide down her throat and shoulder, down one sweep of one breast, to cup and knead gently. As her nipple brushed against his palm, growing harder against the soft flesh of his hand he grinned. "You have always been so good at this…"