Welcome Home

After a week away, I need to let my Master know that I haven’t forgotten the rules of welcoming him home

It’s been a few weeks since my Sir has been home and I want to be ready for him and show him just how much I’ve missed him. I want to surprise him with something he’s not bound to forget anytime soon. I want him to know the moment he walks through the front door that I haven’t forgotten the rules.

I started the preparation hours earlier. The bath with a few drops of essential oils, the nipple clamps at the ready, his favorite collar — the one that showed my unwavering submission — the subtle application of makeup accented by the deep red of my lipstick.

And then there’s the feel of fullness from the jeweled plug that graced my bottom. I’m so ready I can smell my desire as I kneel in front of the door, the fragrance of ylang-ylang and neroli lingering on my skin.

The sound of a car stopping in front of the house makes my heart race. I bring my arms up, positioning my hands behind my head, a position that lifts my breasts the way Master likes them, nipple clamps ready to be tightened if he wished. He loves to watch me squirm from the pain and discomfort, my pussy wet with desire.