I'm naked and I'm waiting. Master knows I'm waiting. I'm always here waiting for Him. When it's time for Him to come home. I'm kneeling and my head is bowed, but I'm smiling. Master likes me to be happy to see Him. I always am. Even when I've been a bad girl. Even then I'm always so happy to see Him.
I hear His key in the lock. I'm trembling now, just a little. In anticipation. My Master's home. I'm shivering now and squeezing my thighs tightly together. My naughty bits are tingling. They always do. My nipples are standing out from my little breasts. He loves to take them into His mouth. They can remember how that feels. They remember and they're happy that He's home. So very happy.
Master loves me. He loves me so much. He tells me so. And I'd do anything for Him. He knows that. So I'm waiting.
My hands are gripping my legs. So smooth. Master enjoys caressing my skin. My soft skin that's just for Him. I won't touch the special place yet. That's for Him to do. Right now. I did touch myself earlier today. I'll have to tell Him. He may punish me. That's what He has to do sometimes when I'm a naughty little girl. When I need discipline.
Master opens the door wide and I hear Him placing His things on the bench in the hallway. He pauses. I know He's looking at me. I know He's smiling. But I keep my head down. My fingers are pressing my nails into the tender flesh. I'm so excited. I want to peek out through the locks of hair covering my face but I don't. Not until He allows me to do so.
I'm eager.
His voice is soothing as He tells me to look at Him. He's smiling, just as I knew He would be. I lick my lips and let Him see my eyes. My bright, shining eyes. That's what He says. He loves my sparkling eyes. He tells me that often. He walks towards me and I feel the rush of blood through my body.
His hand is on my head now. He can be so gentle, and so harsh. When He must be. But He's always fair. He's always right. He's my Master.
I press my head against His fingers and He grips my hair, turning my face up to receive a little kiss. Just a small one. But so perfect. His lips are dry against my damp ones. I taste the tip of his tongue and I moan. He likes that. I'm pleased. He must have had a good day. Yes, this will be a good evening.
Master goes to our bedroom but He hasn't released me yet.