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[Sir_Russell]

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This is a work of fiction though it is based on an actual event, also written to please my slave when she was away.

I call you to tell you I will be home late due to business. You know that I am tired from the long hours this week required. You know from my calls that I miss our time together that those hours are causing.

I come home to open the door and smile when you open it for me, surprising me wearing summer dress even though it is the dead of winter. You know that no matter how tired, sick or preoccupied I am that you will now get my total attention. The site of that smile and then the lush body dressed only in a demi-cup bra that sets your eyes off so well, a matching garter belt, leaf design net hose and heels that have that mouth at just the right level for kissing.

I close the door behind as you kneel and give me our agreed upon greeting by lowering your upper body to the floor until you nipples touches with arms stretched out behind and to the sides. You say the required greeting making me smile deeply. I kneel and pull you into my arms, feeling guilty about the cold my body is radiating as I hug you, being warmed in my soul and sharing your body heat. You shiver but lift your face so that I can kiss you.

We stand and you tug at my coat to help me get it off, then take it to hang it up. While I go to sit in front of the fire, my eyes never leave you almost as if they were physically connected to you. Knowing that I am admiring you without even seeing it, you move sensually as you put my coat away bending in a manner to show off that marvelous ass of yours. You turn to me and tell me that dinner is in the oven and bring me a cup of peppermint tea. You kneel beside my chair, as I drink the tea, taking my shoes off. My hand touches your hair I take great pride in knowing you spent time on it for me before I came home.

I finish my tea and you say Master will you come with me. I smile and stand; you take my hand to lead me to the bathroom where you have candles burning and Bethoveen Pastoral Suite playing. You turn the water on to fill the tub then turn to me and begin taking my clothes off. I pull you in for kisses as you work on buttons, zipper and buckles arousing me with your tenderness. With my clothes in the hamper you motion me into the tub.

As I settle in you pour bubble bath into the bath then step away to remove the heels, then garter belt and hose. You begin to wash me with a sponge making the day’s hardships fade into a very distant memory. I go to kiss you and you stay just out of reach saying please Master let me finish. You finally begin to wash my back placing your lovely breast in my face. I can take it no longer and grab you pulling you into the tub with splashing water onto the floor. You giggle and melt into my arms.

I stop your giggles with kisses on your lips, neck and then those breasts that I love. We spend the next half hour with me playing with your body using my fingertips and tongue to excite you, by teasing each spot that I know arouses you. You cling to me pressing your body to mine, while turning to allow my hands to access new areas that would have gone untouched. I love touching your body and in the warm soapy water it is even more relaxing to both of us.

The water is becoming cool so we stand and rinse off as the water leaves the tub. I pull out a large bath towel and dry that wonderful body of yours being sure to spend extra time on my very favorite parts. You smile that lovely smile but with a contented look that tells me you do love me and our life together. I sweep you up in my arms and while you wrap your arms around my neck. I carry you towards our bedroom.

Suddenly you say Master my dinner will be ready now I made it just for you. I know that right now I want you, to feel you, hear your heart, hold you close and find the heaven that you all ways offer me. I know that you have worked very hard on the supper and it must be special to you since you have never asked me to stop before. My desire for you is tangibly showing itself wanting to be buried deep inside you clouding my thinking. Again you ask me to let you serve me dinner. I tell you kiss me now, and you do. While your kissing me I carry you into the bedroom finally sitting you down. I see a small tear roll down your cheek. I turn and open your closet select a black cocktail gown and heels that match toss them to you and say You need to dress for dinner I will go check to see that the meal is not burning while you dress. With strength that I did not know I had, the hardon and me went to the kitchen. I turned everything down to a warmer setting stirred the pot and then returned to the bedroom. The smile I got from you grew as I went to the closet and pulled out a nice suit and one of my silk shirts a blue one finally I select an ascot and get dressed. You all ways laugh at my ascot but tonight you reach up and touch it as you pass me to go to the kitchen.

I select some wine turn on the sound system, resist the urge to put on Spike Jones and select instead some Mozart. I ask you if you would like some help and you say no.

Soon you bring out the dinner setting my plate down I see that you have made a chicken cordon blue with a cheddar cheese sauce. We eat while making small talk about your group and the next competition, the next meeting of the bdsm group we visit with and of course my telling you how your eyes shine like the brightest stars in the sky.

You begin to gather dishes and I say enough wench I have waited long enough and chase you to the bedroom. I grab you up spin you onto the bed with me on top of you. I tickle your ribs and am rewarded with the sound of your giggles. I kiss you to stop them and you wrap your arms around me. The urge to take you is too compelling to resist but as I am about to enter you I wake up alone with only my pillow to hold.