I had been taken home and handed off to my friend, we talked and giggled for hours. Now though, she had come back and taken my son to play with her children, leaving me home alone, waiting. I stand a little self conscious in the very short skirt my Owner had given me to wear, the frilly red thong beneath it was almost glimpseable, especially if I lean forward. I cross my living room to the front door, which I open.

Master stands there and I immediately feel my nipples tighten, pull high on my breasts, and the throb in my asshole becomes an almost tangible presence inside of me, clasping me hard and holding me close. I feel my pussy moisten and my lips spread, I realize my legs have parted slightly in invitation as I stand before: Him.

'Master,' I squeal, 'you are early.' There is a big shit eating grin on my face.

He steps forward and I instinctively step back, give way before him so that he may enter my home. 'I am yes, baby, happy to see me?' He smiles, he can tell from my tone I am so delighted. He will only be in town for a few days and I soooo want to make the most of it.

'Yes Master, I am ecstatic!' I tell him, almost jumping up and down in my excitement.

He chucks me under the chin. 'I am pleased to hear that. Slave Down.'

Oh, he is doing this.

I blossom under his firm control. I feel so happy, delighted like I am floating on a softest cloud deep inside the little bubble of warmth within which he has encased me.

I have been trained for this command and I sink carefully to both knees as I reach back and unzip the skirt, then slide it off my hips and down over my legs. My knees shift to slide it under then and I slip the skirt off. I reach to the hem of my sheer dark blouse and I pull it up over the bulge of my breasts, the tight friction makes me tremble with desire as a heat floods into my belly and my head. I try not to gasp as I work the blouse over my head and place it atop my skirt.

My Owner watches me and I smile nervously to myself as I carefully keep my head down while I reach behind myself to undo the clasp of my bra and slide the straps down over my arms so my tits hang free, heavy fruits which swing for Master to enjoy. I slip my panties off next and lay them atop my other clothes before I work off the garter belt and the stockings similarly.

When I am naked, this girl folds her arms tight against her back and sits her bottom down on her heels, lowers her head with her eyes to the floor at an angle, and she waits patiently, unable to address Master until she is asked to respond.