It may have been an unusual reaction, but my heart soared at his words! My Master wavers in this lifestyle while I do not. That makes things somewhat difficult for us at the best of times. It makes it downright brutal when other things are already affecting us, like my recent work situation. He had ‘fallen out’ of Master-mode some time ago and we have been struggling recently to get back to it. He was trying, and I was trying to be patient but it was hard. I was not at all excited about the prospect of being punished repeatedly all weekend but listening to the commanding growl in Master’s voice that morning…well, it told me that he was again ready to be an attentive Master to me.

Master met me at the door as I arrived home Friday night. He greeted me with a kiss, as is his usual way. Since we had not dedicated much time to the D/s side of our relationship lately, our general routine was far from the forefront of my mind. I stepped forward to follow Master into the house as he broke the kiss and turned to walk away. I had barely taken a step when his command cut through me. “Stop!” I froze. “Strip and kneel,” came the next command, “I have yet to give you permission to enter our home.” I felt myself grow wet at the familiarity of our routine and I quickly discarded my clothing. I lowered my head as I knelt inside the door so Master would not see my smile. Not only was I at home, I felt at home. I sighed contentedly at the calmness and joy I felt at knowing we were once again back on even ground, so to speak. It had been weeks since I had performed this small show of respect for him and as I thought about it, and what else the weekend might hold, I grew wetter still and goose bumps popped up to cover my skin.

Master disappeared down the stairs and left me there with my thoughts. I think I sat like that for over an hour but I lost track of time while I took the opportunity to focus my breathing and lull myself into a meditative state.

Masters voice was soft and calm when it broke into my reverie as he asked me to please prepare supper. I rose slowly, on stiff knees and made my way to the kitchen where I quickly set about getting the pork chops in the oven and the vegetables chopped and ready to steam. Master was most attentive to me during this time, staying in the kitchen with me as we casually chatted about our day. Every fibre of my being was alive again and I melted into him as he came up behind me to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples while nibbling along the sensitive nape of my neck. We ate together at the table before Master excused himself and left me to tidy up.

I went in search of him and found him downstairs playing his Xbox. I stood off to the side so as to not block his view of the game on the TV until he nodded towards the floor by his feet for me to sit. I settled down and rested my head on his thigh, watching him play. Master paid very little attention to me during this time but I didn’t mind. I knew he knew that I was there, simply waiting for whatever he desired next. It is when I feel my absolute best.

At 8PM he stopped playing and turned on the TV so we could watch Supernatural together. When it was over, he got up and informed me it was time and to meet him in the loft in 10 minutes. He suggested I best be prepared to be occupied for the remainder of the night and headed up the stairs. A split second after he disappeared, I raced upstairs myself.

I quickly brushed my hair, answered nature’s call and fixed my make up. I retrieved my collar from our bedroom and fastened it around my neck on my way into the loft. I smiled to have arrived there first. I thought that Master would be pleased to find me waiting there for him instead of the other way around. I walked to the corner of the room, and turning my back to the wall, I knelt, facing the centre of the loft.