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Coming Home to Master

By: MLaviolette



Coming Home to Master 

I wrote this story for my wonderful Master. I love you with all my heart and I'm so happy to finally be back by your side and at your feet. 

~Madeleine Laviolette 

Chapter 1: Rosebud 

I look up at Master and squeeze his hand. He smiles down at me and winks before looking over the people in line in front of us. We're almost at the front of the line and I'm feeling very nervous. Master reaches down for a plastic bin and sets it on the conveyer belt. He empties his pockets, takes off his watch, and places everything neatly in the bin. After putting another plastic bin on the belt, he turns and looks down at me expectantly. I'm frozen with fear. I can feel the metal rose bud in my ass. Master takes my purse from my shaking hands and sets it in the empty bin beside his. Wrapping his arm around me protectively, he leads me towards the metal detector. Nervously, I glance up at the clock on the wall. We still have plenty of time before our plane leaves. Master kisses me on the forehead bringing me back to reality. I can feel his breath on my ear as he whispers, "see you on the other side, my slut". Releasing his hold on me, he steps confidently through the metal detector and is waved through by the security guard. 

I break out in a sweat as I ease towards the metal detector. Master is staring at me from the other side, a hint of a smile playing on his beautiful lips. My legs feel like lead as I try to put one foot in front of the other. I'm shaking and feel like I might faint. Master has just finished putting his things back in his pockets and is securing his watch. 

The security guard looks at me a bit impatiently and says, "Please step through ma'am." 

A million horrible scenarios are running through my mind as I step through the metal detector. The alarm goes off as I clear the metal frame and I'm asked to spread my legs and lift my arms so the guard can run her wand over me. I can feel my face reddening as she checks my body. Sweat begins to drip down my back as the wand beeps. The guard sets her wand down beside her, looks at me and asks, "May I do a hands on check, ma'am?" 

I open my mouth to agree, but no words come out. 

Master takes a step towards her and says, "We'd prefer that you check her privately, please." 

I look up at Master, but still cannot speak. The guard looks at me questioningly, but all I can do is nod my assent. 

"Very well then," she says as she walks towards a door at the back of the room, "follow me." I look towards Master, but his back is turned to me as he lifts my purse from the conveyer on the other side of the x-ray machine. He puts his arm back around me as we follow the guard towards the door. She holds it open for us and Master ushers me through into a small room. The room is bare and contains only a small rectangular table along one wall with a chair at either end. The guard closes the door and turns to Master. 

"Sir", she says, "It is customary that we search your wife in private." 

Although he was speaking to the guard, Master looked me straight in the eyes and said, "She is not my wife, she is my slave, my thing, to use as I please, when I please. Tell her slave," he ordered me. 

My mouth went dry, but I managed to say, "Yes my Master, I am your slave, your thing to use as you please." 

"I see," said the guard, as she looked from me to my Master. 

With a few brisk and purposeful steps, Master closed the gap between us, tangled his fingers in my hair, and forced me to a kneeling position, wrenching my head back so that I was forced to look up at him. He turned his head to the guard and spoke in his soft, but powerful voice, "She is a toy, a fuck thing, only here to pleasure me. Unlike her, lovely women like you, real women, are made to be touched with tenderness, good to make love to, but this pig is only good to fuck, to beat, and to use." 

I watched as her eyes locked with his, contemplating what he was saying. Master held my head firmly with his right hand, forcing me to watch as he raised his left hand and gently stroked the guard's cheek. I could see her chest move as her breath quickened. Her body relaxed and she licked her lips, her eyes still locked with my Master's. He stroked her hair and gently kissed her cheek. I heard her exhale softly and saw her briefly close her eyes as Master ran the backs of his fingers over her jaw bone. 

"I know you have to check this bitch," he said nodding in my direction, "so I'll make it easier for you". He released his grip on my hair and simply said, "Strip." 

"Yes Master," I replied as I fell to the floor. 

With shaking hands, I pulled my dress over my head and set it down carefully on the table. I glanced up to see the guard watching me, the expression on her face a mix of shock and wonder. Master was watching me as well, but I couldn't read the expression on his face. I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, gently pulled it off, and set it on the table beside my dress. As per Master's orders, I wasn't wearing any panties. I tried to stand as still as possible as I looked up at my Master so that neither of them could see how my body was trembling. 

Taking a step towards me, Master grabbed my hair and forced me once again to my knees, pressing my face to the floor. "Spread your legs and keep your ass up so that she can check you," he ordered. 

I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the heat rising to my cheeks and spread my legs as Master had commanded. I tried so hard to be obedient, but I was terrified that my shaking body would betray me. 

I opened my eyes again as the guard started to speak, "Sir," she said, "this isn't necessary-," but Master stopped her. 

In his sweet commanding voice he began to explain, "She is a thing. She does as I say. Now you can search her and see why she set off the metal detector. Please feel free to touch her, use her even." I saw Master take another step towards her so that they were intimately close. I'm sure she could feel his breath on her face. He ran his fingers up the baton hanging from her belt and said, "You can use this to beat her, make her suck it, or even rape her cunt." 

All the guard managed to say was, "I...", and then I saw Master softly caress her cheek with his hand. 

"It is what she is for," he said softly as he looked into her eyes. 

The guard slowly nodded and then came towards me. "Oh," she said when she saw the rosebud in my ass. 

Master explained, "We have to keep this slut's holes ready to use, even on an airplane." 

I felt her cool soft hands on my ass cheeks. She spread me open further to take a good look and then touched the plug. I could feel it move in my ass and wasn't able to stifle the moan that escaped me. 

"She is getting wet," noted the guard and I was horrified that she could either smell or see how wet I was becoming. 

Master slid the club from the holster on her belt and handed it to her without instruction. I couldn't see her, but I could feel her slide the club over my wet pussy. I moaned again and raised my ass. My clit was throbbing uncontrollably and I was ashamed that I wanted more. 

"Wow," breathed the guard. 

"Yes," said my Master, "she is a slut who needs to be used." 

The club pressed harder against my dripping cunt as it slid back and forth and then I felt it pressed against my lips. 

"Show her how you suck a cock," Master said. 

I obliged and began to lick and suck the club. I could taste my juices covering it and I closed my eyes and moaned. 

She pulled the club from my lips and I gasped. Master wrapped his fingers in my hair once again, pulled my head back, and spit in my mouth. 

"Pig," he said. 

I liked my lips and replied, "Yes Master?" 

Tears sprang to my eyes as he slapped my face hard. 

"Whore," he said roughly. "I will allow this beautiful woman to use you as she wants and you will be beaten if you protest. Is that clear, pig?" he demanded. 

"Yes Master," I replied, my voice shaking. 

With his strong hand, Master grabbed my throat. I struggled to breathe while his fingers were wrapped like a vice around me. 

"Use your club to search her cunt," Master said to the guard. "There is no need to be gentle, she is just a slave." With his free hand, Master slapped me twice across the face. 

I whimpered and he ordered me to shut up. 

"Is there any need for her to be gentle, slave?" he asked me. 

"No Master," I replied. "I am yours." 

"You see," he asked the guard. "Push it deep in her cunt, rape her," he said to the guard. 

I moaned as I felt the club enter me roughly. "Oh please Master," I begged. "Please let me suck your cock." 

Master laughed and said, "You are not worth it, cunt. A real woman like the warden is good to be fucked, but you are just good to be fucked with the stick. Is that clear, slave?" he spat. 

"Please Master," I begged. 

"Beg for the stick, slave" he commanded. 

"Please fuck me with the stick," I whimpered. 

"Do it," Master commanded. "Fuck her roughly with it. There is no need for gentleness or mercy. She is just a slave." 

I look up at my Master sadly. He kneels down beside my head, pulls my head up roughly by my hair and slaps my face. 

"Thank the guard for fucking your cunt, slave," he growls. 

Tears run down my face and I say, "thank you for fucking my cunt. Please fuck me harder." 

"What are you, tell her?" Master demands. 

"I'm Master's dirty fuck pig, his toy." 

"Yes," Master growls, "my worthless slave. I won't say useless as the guard is using your cunt quite well." 

"Yes Master," I breathe, "I'm your worthless slave." 

"Good pig," Master says. "Now take the club from her cunt and make her clean it", he says to the guard and then to me he commanded, "Show us your whore skills." Master smiled at me and said, "I will fuck the warden while you lick her club to show you how I play with a real woman, not one who is just a slave. A woman I value, a real woman," he said and then laughed. 

"Yes Master," I replied, "Please show me." 

Master took the club gently from the guard's hand and thrust it at me. I took it and continued to lick and suck it as I looked upon him sadly. The guard was looking into his eyes intently, her lips slightly spread, her breath escaping them in short excited gasps. His eyes still looking deeply into hers, he unbuttoned her blouse and slid it slowly from her shoulders. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as Master ran his strong hands over her shoulders and down her ample chest. He caressed her magnificent breasts, pinched them lightly, weighed them, and fondled them. Her breathing turned to soft moans as he pulled her closer and kissed her neck passionately. She wrapped her arms around my Master's neck and, pulling her right into him, Master kissed her lips deeply. 

He pulled away from the kiss when he heard me whimper and, while still looking at the guard, said, "I will never do these things to a slave like you. Is that clear slave?" 

"Yes Master," I mumbled sadly. 

Releasing his tender grip on her, Master pulled off her skirt and panties, sat her down on the chair beside the table, and lightly tugged off her shoes. He spread her legs wide as he ran his hands tenderly up her flushed thighs. 

"See her cunt, pig?" he asked abruptly. "Can you see how fresh and young it is? How tender her lips are? They're not slutty and pathetic like your cunt." 

"Yes Master," I whimpered from the floor. 

Master scooped her up easily and placed her beautiful naked body up on the table. He stood between her spread legs and ran his hands over her trembling body as she moaned with delight. "Come here, pig," he ordered, "suck my dick." 

"Yes Master," I breathed excitedly, dropping the club on the floor and crawling hurriedly towards his hard delicious cock. 

"Cover it with saliva," he growled at me as he continued to caress the guard who was still moaning and becoming so wet that I could smell her from my position between them on the floor. 

Hungry with anticipation, I sucked Master's dick into my mouth, trying to show him how much I love him by feeding greedily from his cock. Master reached down, tangled the fingers of both his hands in my hair, and began to viciously fuck my face. Tears sprang once again to my eyes and I began to choke and gag. 

Master slapped my face hard several times and growled, "deeper, pig" as he raped my throat. 

I tried to take him in deeper, sucking harder and running my tongue along his hard cock. 

"Lick my balls too," he added, releasing his grip on my hair a little bit. 

I could feel my excitement mounting as my slutty cunt began to drip. Breathing hard with excitement, I lowered my head and started lapping at Master's balls, sucking them gently into my mouth. I wasn't finished, I had wanted more, but Master threw me by my hair towards the guard. I lost my balance and had to grab her thighs for support. When I looked up, I saw her cunt, glistening with juices, right in front of my face. 

"Now prepare her for me, bitch," Master demanded, forcing my face into her pink pussy. 

"Yes Master," I mumbled, as she spread her legs wide for me. 

"Get her nice and wet, bitch," he commanded. "Fuck her beautiful pussy with your dirty whore tongue." 

I moaned with pleasure as I pushed my face deeper into her dripping pussy, licking and sucking her freshly shaved lips and plunging my tongue into her pink hole. 

The guard began to moan louder, grabbed me by the hair as Master had done, and pushed me down hard on her pussy as she ground it up against my face. There was just so much that I wanted to lick and suck on that I couldn't get enough. I felt my wetness begin to drip down my legs and, between the guards moaning and my own, I barely heard Master open his bag and take something out. Realisation hit me as Master's crop came smashing down across my back. I tried to scream out in pain, but the guard was ready for it and forced my head farther between her legs. 

"Ah yes," moaned the guard as Master beat me with his crop. 

"Beg for more, slave," Master demanded. 

The guard lightened her grip on my hair so that I could reply, "Please Master, beat me more. I need it Master," I cried out. 

"You are my pain slut too, clear slave?" he challenged. 

"Yes Master," I whimpered in pain, "you know what I need." 

Master pushed a very large dildo into my cunt and began raping me with it. "I hope it hurts, slave," he laughed while I moaned and cried. I heard the crop and the dildo hit the floor where Master dropped them. Wrenching my face upward by my hair, Master slapped my face viciously and spat in my opened mouth. "Pick up the dildo and make yourself come while I fuck a real woman," he growled. 

"Yes Master," I replied, picking up the dildo and beginning to fuck myself with it. 

The guard watched me for a second, breathing hard, before turning her attention to my Master who had stepped between her widely spread legs. Master slid her towards him on the table, impaling her on his big cock. He began to fuck her slowly and gently, she wrapped her legs around him, grabbing at his shoulders and moaning. I watched as his thrusting became faster, more needful. They kissed passionately while Master caressed her breasts and fucked her harder and harder. She moaned while Master told her how nice and soft she was, what a great fuck she was. I watched intently as his glistening cock entered and withdrew from her pussy. I could feel my orgasm coming and began to moan as I watched Master thrust hard for the last time. Groaning and removing his still hard cock from her pussy, Master stepped towards me, yanked my head up by my hair and commanded me to open my mouth. I wanted so badly to cum, but I stopped what I had been doing and opened my mouth. 

"Clean me, pig," he said. 

I opened my mouth even wider and waited in anticipation. He thrust his cock into my mouth, holding me against him by my hair. I licked his dick hungrily as he held me in place. 

"Good slave," he laughed. "You're a good dick cleaner." 

I wanted more, but Master pushed me away and I fell to the floor in a heap in front of them. He grabbed me by the hair once again and thrust my face into the guards dripping pussy. She lay there on the table with her legs spread, gasping, and jumped a little as my tongue touched her still throbbing clit. 

"Clean her too, pig," Master commanded, "and do a good job." 

My face was pushed hard onto the guard's pussy, so all I could do was nod. I licked and sucked her clean as Master fastened my collar around my neck and plugged my ass again. 

He flung a corset on the floor and said, "Faster pig, or we will miss our plane." 

I finished cleaning the guard and looked up at my Master. "You want me to put the corset on, my Master?" I asked. 

"Yes," Master growled, a bit impatiently, "put your dress back on over the corset and no panties, slave. Your collar will remain visible to all." 

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat and said, "Yes my Master." 

I slipped the corset around me, turned my back to my Master and asked nicely if he would tie me up. 

He nodded to the guard and said, "Tie her up, tight." 

She obliged and I felt like I could no longer move. 

Then Master ordered, "Hands on your head, slave." 

"Yes Master," I said and complied. 

He hit me five times with the crop on each ass cheek and then five times on each breast. I clench my teeth and try hard not to scream. Master threw my dress at me and I caught it with trembling hands as tears run down my cheeks. 

I watched my Master as I slipped the dress on over the corset and could only think about how handsome he is and how much I love him. 

He nodded at me and said, "Good slave." 

"May I please hug you before we leave, Master?" I asked tentatively. 

He stepped towards me, zipped up my dress, wrapped his strong hand around my neck, and slapped my face hard. "What did you say?" he demanded. 

"I need a hug Master, please?" I begged, my voice trembling. 

"What did you say?" he repeated. 

"Nothing Master," I mumble sadly, eyes cast down. 

"Good slave," he said, pulling me closer. 

I closed my eyes, when he raised his hand to slap me again, but then he surprised me by kissing me deeply. 

I melted into him crying and into my ear his whispered, "I love you, my submissive." 

Kissing him back, I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and said, "I love you too, my Master." 

Still supporting me with his strong and steady arm wrapped around me, Master ran his free hand down the face of the now dressed guard standing before him. 

"Thank you," he said to her with one of his heart stopping smiles and then he slipped one of his cards into her breast pocket. He then turned his attention back to me and helped me from the room. "Let's catch our flight, my pig," he said sweetly. 

Chapter 2: Surprise 

Master held my hand the rest of the way and only let go to pull our tickets out of his jacket pocket and show them to flight attendant. She smiled at him and showed us to our seats. 

"But Master," I protested when she motioned to the two very private and very large seats. 

"Shhhhhhh," he whispered to me, lovingly tipping my head up towards his and kissing me softly. 

I looked into his eyes trying to figure out if I should say anything else. Master knew well that I'm uncomfortable being spoiled. He pulled me closer to him and nibbled on my neck. 

"Please sit down, slut," he whispered in my ear and motioned to the seat in front of us, "and not a word about this," he ordered quietly as he motioned to our seats with his hand. "I have a surprise for you." 

I nodded my understanding and smoothed my dress under legs as I sat down. Master kissed me on the forehead before taking his own seat beside me. The flight attendant returned to her spot by the door to welcome the other travelers. 


Coming Home to Master Pt. 02



Chapter 8: Dinner 

As I came down the grand stairway, I could hear Master's voice coming from the living room as he spoke with Miss Rachel. I hadn't seen him in an entire day and I was so excited that I wanted to just run and jump into his arms, but I remembered the scolding that Céline had gotten for running in the house and I did my best to keep my cool as I walked towards his deep voice. My bare feet didn't make any noise as I walked into the room, so Master and Miss Rachel didn't hear me come in. I took the opportunity to look at my beautiful Master as I breathed deeply. He and Miss Rachel were sitting across from each other in big comfortable arm chairs, a glass of wine in their hands. He looked so relaxed, as if he was in his own home and he chatted easily with Miss Rachel. 

"Master," I breathed, and threw myself at his feet. I rained little kisses down on both of his polished shoes and then wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head in his lap. 

"Hello, little one," he said, running his fingers through my hair. "How was your day?" 

"It was wonderful, Master," I said, nuzzling my head on his lap, "but I missed you so much!" 

"You didn't seem to be missing me when I saw you a little while ago," he said with a wicked smile and Miss Rachel laughed. 

I looked up at him, my eyes wide in surprise, "But I ALWAYS miss you, my Master." 

Putting down his glass of wine, he grabbed my hair and roughly pulled back my head, forcing me to look up at him. Wrapping his other hand tightly around my throat, restricting the blood flow and making it hard to breath, he kissed me deeply. My body responded immediately. I became light headed and my pussy flooded. 

He loosened his grip around my throat and I breathed deeply, "Oh, my Master..." 

"Calm down, pig," he said with an edge to his voice. "I understand we will be having dinner soon." 

"Please, Master," I whimpered, "I've missed you so much." 

"Come," he said patting his lap. 

I climbed up into his lap and snuggled up against him. The smell of his cologne was driving me crazy and my naked body was on fire where it was touching his. 

"Spread your legs, slut," he commanded. "I thought I told you that a slut never closes her legs." 

I spread my legs quickly so that they were open to him and my legs were hanging down on either side of his. Wrapping his hand back around my throat, be began squeezing and pinching my breasts with the other. 

Miss Rachel sat quietly, watching and sipping her wine, as Master kneaded and tortured my breasts until they were nice and red. 

"Yes," he growled into my ear. "You are mine." 

I moaned and squirmed in his lap which made him tighten his grip on my throat. I was becoming dizzier, and could feel the orgasm building inside me. Arching my back, I pushed my pussy upwards, begging him to give me release. 

Master released his grip on my throat and planted little kisses all over my face. My lips found his and I kissed him hungrily. 

Kevin appeared then, looking between Miss Rachel and Master, and said, "Dinner is ready. Please come to the table when you're ready," and then disappeared into the dining room. 

I groaned as Master stood up, sliding me off his lap. "It's time to eat, pig," he whispered into my ear. 

Miss Rachel stood and they both walked to the dining room with me following behind. Kevin was standing by the table waiting quietly when we entered. They each took their seats at the table and I knelt beside Master's chair. 

"Mmmm good, pig," he said looking down at me and petting my head. 

"We are ready," Miss Rachel said, nodding to Kevin 

"Yes, Miss Rachel," he answered and headed into the kitchen. 

Céline was with him when he came back out. She was no longer wearing the French Maid costume, but just a collar. They were both carrying two small plates with fleurs de capucine garnies de guacamole. Charlotte had done an amazing job. The food looked like art work and far too beautiful to eat. They placed the four plates on the table and stood waiting. 

"I don't think you have met Céline," Miss Rachel said to Master. 

"No, I have not. It is very nice to meet you, little one," he said to Céline. 

"Thank you, Sir. Is there anything else you need before I leave," she asked. 

"We are fine, Céline," Miss Rachel answered, "thank you. Please go start your meal with the others." 

"Yes, Miss Rachel," she said and returned to the kitchen. 

Kevin was still standing by the table and lifted a bottle of wine. "Would you like more wine," he asked. 

"Please," Master said, lifting his glass so that Kevin could fill it. 

Miss Rachel lifted her glass as well and Kevin filled it. 

"Water?" he asked. 

Both Master and Miss Rachel lifted their water glasses and Kevin filled those as well. 

"Thank you, Kevin," Miss Rachel smiled gratefully. "Please sit and eat with us." 

"Yes, Miss Rachel," he said and took a seat beside her. 

Master looked down at me and with an amused smile said, "Stay there for now, pig. I will feed you." 

I blushed deeply then. This would not be the first time that Master had fed me and I absolutely loved eating from his hand, but the feelings it brought out in me were quite intense. It always reminded me that I was completely his, completely under his control, and completely at his mercy, but no one had ever seen me in such a vulnerable position before, being fed out of my Master's hand. 

"Yes, Master," I said softly. 

After Master had taken his first bit and commented on what an amazing chef Charlotte was, he dipped one of the flower petals from my plate into the guacamole and gently slid it into my open mouth. It was delicious, just as I had suspected it would be, but the heat in my cheeks was distracting me. 

"Look at how she's blushing," commented Miss Rachel. 

"Yes," laughed Master. "She is beautiful when she is so vulnerable." 

We finished eating the amuse bouche in minutes and Kevin called quietly into the kitchen for the next plate. 

Master grabbed my throat again and pulled my eyes to his, "So what do you think of your new friend's cooking skills, my slut?" 

I opened my mouth to answer, but was stopped short when I heard Charlotte's sharp intake of breath. She had walked into the dining room with Céline, both carrying two plates of salade de supions émincés et tomatés à l'aïoli, and saw me kneeling at the foot of Master's chair, his vicelike hand around my throat. 

"Putain," she whispered, setting the plates down quickly on the table and retreating into the kitchen. 

"Did she just cuss?" Master asked. 

"She did," said Miss Rachel sternly. "Charlotte, get back in here!" 

I looked from Master to Miss Rachel in fear and horror. No one had prepared Charlotte for this and now they were upset that she had sworn in front of them? I didn't understand and it took all of my strength not to run into the kitchen behind her and take her into my arms to explain. 

Charlotte came back in slowly, her eyes full of tears," Yes, Miss Rachel?" she asked in barely a whisper. 

Master was a blur as he rose from his chair and I doubted she even had the chance to register what was happening before his hand was in her hair, wrenching her head back painfully and forcing her to meet his clear blue eyes. Tears began rolling down her cheeks, but she remained silent. 

"What did you just say, Charlotte?" he asked, his voice cutting into her like a knife. 

"Nothing, Sir," she stammered, "I'm sorry, Sir." 

"What did you say?" he demanded more forcefully. 

She cringed as he tightened his grip on her hair and I could see the pain in her eyes. 

"I'm so sorry," spluttered. 

Master sat down on an empty chair at the table, dragging her behind him by her hair. She screamed out in pain, but was helpless as he threw her over his lap. Pinning her hands behind her back with one hand, he began slapping her ass hard with the other. 

Five hard slaps to each cheek then he stopped and asked in an unnervingly calm voice, "I will only ask you once more, Charlotte. What did you say?" 

Charlotte began to struggle against him as her tears fell to the floor. Master resumed her spanking, harder this time, and Charlotte began to scream. 

"Putain, I said putain. Please let me go. I can't do this. Please!" she screamed. 

Master stopped spanking her bright red ass, a look of surprise on his face. 

"You can't do what, little one?" he asked more gently this time as he rubbed her glowing ass soothingly. 

She fell limply over his lap and sobbed hysterically. 

"What is going on?" he asked Miss Rachel, completely confused. 

Miss Rachel nodded in my direction and I just stared at him, my mouth wide in astonishment. 

Realization seemed to hit and I could see that Master understood. He picked the girl up and cradled her in his arms, worry straining his face as he rocked her gently. She wept uncontrollably, great sobs wracking her body, and her tears soaking Master's shirt. 

I moved to get up, I wanted to go comfort her, but Miss Rachel stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. I watched helplessly as she cried and Master rocked her softly. 

"Please don't cry, Charlotte," he said tenderly. "I will always care for you deeply. I helped to train you. You are one of my girls." 

"But I don't want to be 'one of your girls'. I wanted to be your submissive," she sobbed. "I wanted to be the one at your feet. I could have learned," she wept. 

"You did learn," he said quietly, wiping the tears from her cheeks and smoothing her hair. "You learned quickly and became the perfect submissive." 

"Not perfect enough for you," she whimpered. 

"That's not true at all, little one. You are intelligent and learn quickly, you are one of the most stunning women I have ever laid eyes on, and your willingness and gracefulness as a submissive far surpassed my expectation." 

Charlotte buried her head in Master's chest, "Then why didn't you want me?" she sniffled. 

"My dear," Master started, "it's not that I didn't want you. Who wouldn't want a submissive like you? You make my job as a Master so easy, but even in a 24/7 relationship, there is more to it and just domination and submission. We have different interests and different aspirations. Are lives are going to go in two different directions, and it wouldn't have been fair to either of us if I had collared you. It would have been holding you back, preventing you from realizing your full potential, and what kind of a Master does that?" 

"But I could have learned," she whispered, beginning to calm down. 

"You could have learned many things, Charlotte, and you did, but a Master's job is to free his submissive of barriers, helping her to realize her full potential as a person and as a submissive." 

"Yes Sir," she said weakly. "Please don't forget about me." 

"I'll never forget about you, Charlotte, and I'll make a point to see you more often if you'd still like that, but I will also continue to look for the right Master for you." 

"Thank you, Sir," she said, hugging him tightly. 

Master ran the tips of his fingers over her face and then kisses her softly and lovingly. "I will always have a place for you in my heart, my dear Charlotte, and I promise that we will find you the perfect Master one day." 

"Yes, Sir." 

Master kissed her again and wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks. "Go eat your dinner," he said gently, "and we can talk more later if you'd like." 

She nodded and Céline came to help her back into the kitchen. Kevin made sure that everyone had their salads and that the glasses were full before sitting back down beside Miss Rachel. Master came back around the table and offered me a hand to help me up, then took me in his arms and held me tightly. 

"I love you, my pig," he said and then kissed me. Please sit down and eat with us for the rest of the meal." 

"Yes, Master," I said, hugging him tightly before taking my seat beside him. 

"I'm sorry about that," said Miss Rachel as we all began to eat. "I really thought I had taken care of it long ago, but I guess she still wants to be yours." 

"There is no need for you to apologize," said Master. "It looks as if I should have dealt with it more directly a long time ago." 

I stared at the squids in my plate and wondered how on earth anyone could eat them. 

"I think we need to find that girl a Master," he said thoughtfully. "I have a few ideas, but I will need some time to ensure I've found the right person." 

Miss Rachel nodded and they all remained quiet while they thought about it. 

I speared a squid with my fork and looked at it closely. 'Strange,' I thought to myself as I turned it around in front of me. When I looked up, Master was watching me, a smile on his face. 

"Charlotte made this for me, pig. She knows how much I love it," he chuckled. "I'm sure she won't mind if I eat yours too." 

I blushed and Master scraped my salad onto his plate. 

"More for me," he grinned. 

Kevin called to the girls in the kitchen when everyone had finished their salad. Céline and Danielle came out with the souris d'agneau and a basket full of bread. 

"Holy smokes," I exclaimed when I saw the size of the plate placed in front of me. "How can anyone eat all of this?" 

Master laughed, "It's a lot, but it's really good, and Charlotte makes the best lamb shank I've ever tasted." 

"Charlotte makes the best everything," Miss Rachel added. 

I took a bite of the meat and it melted in my mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned. It was exquisite. "Oh Master, please let me come back to find out how to make this. Charlotte was going to show me, but I couldn't take off my cuffs. I really want to be able to make this for you. She said it's your favourite and I can see why." 

Master smiled, his blue eyes sparkling at me, "We'll see, my pig." 

I ate until I felt like I was going to burst. It was just so good that I couldn't stop. When we were finished, the girls came back out to clear our plates and left us with a cheese platter. 

"I just can't..." I groaned and looked at Master pleadingly. 

"It's okay, pig," Master laughed. "I'm not going to force you to eat anymore." 

"Why don't you tell your Master about your day, Bella?" Kevin suggested. 

"Yes," Miss Rachel agreed. 

As the three of them ate some cheese, I explained my day to Master. I told him about how impressed I was with the house and how his bedroom smelled like him. Then my face lit up as I described what I had seen downstairs and how amazing the scene was between Kevin and Miss Rachel. 

"Will you take me down there one day, Master?" I asked, my voice full of hope and excitement. 

"We'll see, my pig," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. 

I groaned. Master loved to tease me, and I just couldn't get that dungeon out of my mind. 

"Master," I began tentatively, "I love you and I'm yours. I just can't stop thinking about what it would be like to be chained in that dungeon and completely at your mercy." 

Master grabbed me by the hair and slapped me across the face, "I said we'll see, pig!" 

He released my hair and I lowered my eyes. "Yes, Master," I whispered. 

Danielle and Céline came back out then to clear the plates and to ask who wanted a piece of cheesecake. 

Master's face lit up, "Charlotte really went to a lot of trouble to make all of my favourite foods! Of course I'll have some cheesecake." 

Both Miss Rachel and Kevin said they'd have some and I groaned again. 

"I love cheesecake and it's so hard to find here, but I'm so full. Do you think I could have just a sliver?" 

Céline laughed, "Of course, Bella." 

The girls took the plates into the kitchen and Danielle came back with the cheesecake. It was a tall New York style dessert with a fresh strawberry suzette sauce on top. She set it down in front of Kevin and handed him a knife and a cake server. Kevin served a big slice to Master first, then served the rest of us. 

I bit into it and moaned, "Oh God it's so good. If we had started with the cheesecake, I could have devoured the entire thing." 

Master looked over at me with mock severity, "Not on your life, pig. Charlotte made this for me!" 

Everyone laughed and I continued to moan as I ate my small piece of cheesecake. 

Miss Rachel raised an eyebrow, "I think your slut might cum from Charlotte's cheesecake." 

"It's entirely possible," Master admitted. "She loves it just as much as I do and Charlotte has really outdone herself tonight." 

Everyone agreed with Master as we finished our dessert. Danielle came back in to fetch the cheesecake for the girls eating in the kitchen and Master asked her to send Charlotte out to the dining room. 

Charlotte appeared a few minutes later with a tray of coffee. She set up cup in front of all of us and placed the milk and sugar in front of Master. 

"Yes, Sir?" she asked. "What can I do for you?" 

"Come," was all he said. 

Charlotte put down the tray and walked over to Master. She knelt at his side with her hands on her thighs and asked again, "Yes, Sir?" 

Tenderly, Master stroked the side of her face and then gently lifted her chin so that she was looking up into his eyes. 

"Thank you, Charlotte," he said lovingly. "I now know how much you must have been hurting and I'm so very sorry for that, but even though you were in pain, you made all of my favourite foods, and as always, made them better than I could have dreamed of. You've outdone yourself, little one, and it is important to me that you know much I appreciate it." 

Charlotte blushed and whispered, "Thank you, Sir." 

"If it's okay with Miss Rachel," Master said, looking to her, "I'd really love it if you joined us in the dining room for coffee." 

"Of course," Miss Rachel nodded enthusiastically. 

Charlotte blushed even harder, "Thank you, Sir, I'd really like that." 

Master bent down and kissed Charlotte softly on the lips. "Go get yourself a coffee, little one, and come back to sit with us." 

"Yes, Sir," she said and headed back to the kitchen. 

Charlotte came back and everyone fixed their coffees. 

"You really did a great job on diner," Kevin said. "I really wish I could cook like that for Miss Rachel." 

"Me too," Miss Rachel laughed and it was Kevin's turn to blush. 

"Charlotte said she would teach me," I said excitedly to Master. "That is, if you still want to," I added to Charlotte. 

Charlotte placed her hand on mine, "I have to tell you, I never expected that you were his submissive, but it doesn't change how I feel about you. I think we have a connection and my offer to teach you how to cook is still open. I can even give you another bath," she said turning bright red again. 

I smiled brightly and gave her a huge hug. 

"She's so wonderful. Can we take her home with us, Master?" I asked him, still crushing her in my arms. 

"Are you trying to kill me, slut?" he laughed. 

"Well, maybe..." I giggled. 

"Whore," he said smirking at me. 

"Yes, Master. Your whore," I smiled. 

"The two of them together could be a lot of work," commented Miss Rachel thoughtfully, "but on the other hand, they may disappear together and then you wouldn't see either of them again." 

We all laughed and I kissed Charlotte on the cheek before going back to my coffee. 

The five of us had a great time chatting and laughing while we drank our coffee. Charlotte seemed to be doing much better, and although I was still concerned about her, I knew I could be there for her as a friend to help her through it. 

When we were finished, Charlotte got up from the table and excused herself to go take care of the dishes. I got up too and offered to help, but Miss Rachel reminded me that I was a guest for today and that there could be plenty of other opportunities for me to help out with the chores. 




Coming Home to Master Pt. 03



Chapter 10 : Relax 

When I woke up in the morning, Master was already out of bed, but my arms were tightly wrapped around his pillow and his night shirt was pressed up against my cheek. I yawned, rubbed my face against his shirt, and inhaled deeply. His smell was calming, but I couldn't help wondering, a little nervously, where he had gone. He hadn't attached me to the bed the night before as he usually did, so I got up quietly, made the bed, and wandered into the kitchen looking for him. 

I looked around amazed. The table was set, the coffee was made, there was fresh fruit salad on the table, and Master was at the stove making crêpes. 

"Mmmmmm, it smells delicious," I moaned as I wrapped my arms around him and placed little kisses all over his back. 

"It should be, my slut," he said and turned to kiss me. 

I kissed him passionately for a few seconds before he pulled away to tend to the crêpes. Looking over his shoulder, I was impressed by what he was doing. I hadn't yet mastered the art of making crêpes, but I did love eating them. 

"Why don't you pour us some coffee, my bitch," he suggested. "I'm almost finished here, so I'll come join you at the table in a minute." 

"Yes, Master," I said softly. 

I took the two coffee cups from the table to the counter, filled them both with coffee, and made them just the way we liked them. When they were ready, I brought them back to the table and sat down to wait for my Master. Seconds later, Master arrived with a plate full of crêpes and an assortment of toppings. 

"Why the big breakfast, Master," I asked. "Aren't you going to work today?" 

"After last night, I decided to take the day off. It won't be very busy at work today since it's a long weekend, and this will give us an extra day to spend together, my slut. I also thought you might need a nice big meal to get your strength back after last night." 

I stared at him for a moment and then said, "Four days? We get four day together with no work, Master?" 

"Yes, my pig," he laughed. 

I got up and threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. I was so excited that I jumped up and down a bit as I squeezed him. 

"Oh Master, that's great news," I cried. 

"Yes, I thought so," he agreed with a chuckle. "Now sit down and eat, my submissive. You need to regain your energy." 

"Yes, Master," I said happily and kissed him sweetly on the cheek before sitting back down. 

I took a crêpe from the plate, put some of the fruit salad that Master had made down the middle of it, drizzled some yoghurt over the fruit, and then wrapped it up. I looked up at Master as I took a bite and he just shook his head at me. 

"Silly girl," he said with a smile. 

"I'm not French, my Master, but I like French things..." I let my voice trail off as I got up and wrapped my arms back around him, nibbling and licking his neck. 

I sat down on his lap and started kissing him as I ran my hands over his chest. He groaned and I could feel his cock getting hard under me, so I began to move my hips seductively as I kissed him. 

"You are supposed to be eating, slut. I made you this big breakfast to take care of you and to help you get your energy back after last night," he said between kisses. 

"Yes, Master," I moaned, "but right now I need to eat something French." 

"Slut," he said and lifted me onto the table. 

I wrapped my legs around him and he entered me with one strong thrust. I cried out, the pleasure of his giant cock filling my hungry pussy. A fork fell to the floor, but I ignored it as I dug my fingers into his back and thrust my hips up against him. 

"Oh Master!" I screamed. "Please fuck my slutty pussy!" 

"Shhhhh, whore," he said, covering my mouth with his hand. "There are other people in this building and you're going to wake them all up." 

I tried to answer him, but it came out as a jumble because he was still holding his hand over my mouth. I scrunched my eyes shut, trying hard to concentrate on not making too much noise, but my orgasm was building fast and Master was fucking me hard. Another muffled scream filled the room as Master dove into me harder and harder. The orgasm took over and I completely lost control. My body bucked under his and he pressed his hand down harder over my mouth as I screamed into it. Master let out a deep groan and filled my cunt. When I finally calmed, he removed his hand from my mouth. 

"You milked my cock again, whore," he said accusingly, but with a smile on his face. 

"I'm sorry, my Master," I panted, "but you keep making me cum so hard. I can't help it." 

Master pulled me down from the table and back into his lap. Wrapping his strong arms around me, he held me tightly for a moment and placed little kisses on my forehead. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I loved being so close to my Master; I could feel his skin against mine, his breath on my body, and his warmth heating me. Master and I discussed everything and trusted each other with our fears and desires, so we were always very close, but this was a different kind of closeness and we both craved it. 

After another tight squeeze, Master let me go, "let's finish breakfast, my pig." 

"Yes, Master," I said. "Thank you for fucking me." 

He laughed, "I love to use my slut, but you need to stop doing that thing with your cunt when you cum or I'll never last very long." 

I blushed, "I can't help it, Master, but I do really love it when you fill my pussy with your hot cum." 

"Slut," he repeated, and spread some Nutella on his crêpe. 

We both took a few bites from our crêpes and then Master asked, "What are you thinking about, my pig." 

Looking back up at him I said, "I was just thinking about last night, my Master." 

He nodded, "And what did you think about last night, my slut." 

"It was amazing, Master. I loved the way you teased my body, and the wax was incredible. I don't know when exactly I went into subspace, but I was so high. The knife play drove me wild and the orgasms were mind-blowing. I felt so close to you, I needed you, and you let me sleep all wrapped up in your arms instead of tied to the bed. I really loved it all, Master. Thank you so much!" I exclaimed. 

He smiled at me, "Are you sure it wasn't too much, little one?" I know that sometimes I can be rough, but-" 

"Oh no, Master. It was perfect!" I said, cutting him off. 

"Okay, pig, but don't forget your safe word if you need it," he said seriously and then took another bite. 

"I know, Master," I said softly. 

"Tell me what you think about Miss Rachel's place, my slut?" 

I swallowed the mouthful of crêpe that I had been chewing and looked back at him thoughtfully, "I really like it there, my Master. The girls and Kevin all seem really nice and Miss Rachel gives me the impression that she knows what she's doing. I felt comfortable and I think it was a good idea to bring me there, because it gave me something else to think about so that I didn't miss you so much." 

Master nodded and then added, "But you are still thinking about the dungeon." 

"Yes, Master," I blushed. 

He shook his head, took another crêpe for himself, and then put another one on my plate, "Eat." 

"Yes, my Master," I sighed, adding some more fruit and yogurt to my crêpe. 

"Why didn't you tell me about Miss Rachel?" I asked curiously. 

"Honestly, it never came up, my pig. We were always so busy when you were here last year that it never even crossed my mind." 

"Really? She said you used to go there to work and that she'd have the girls take care of you," I said, gently pushing for more information. 

"That's true, but I had the feeling that she just wanted another Dom in the house. I think it made her feel a little more comfortable. Kevin and the girls love her, but you never know who might show up with the wrong ideas," he answered pensively. 

"I guess so, Master. Will you tell me about what happened with Charlotte, please?" I prodded and took another bite. 

Master leaned over and kissed me softly on the forehead. "Yes, my pig," he said, "but don't forget that it's you I love and it's you I collared." 

I nodded without a word so that he would continue. 

"Like Miss Rachel told you, I used to go over there from time to time. I reassured her that she was doing a good job and I played with some of the girls who preferred a man's touch. Miss Rachel began to send Charlotte to serve me more often than the other girls. We got along quite well and she was a great submissive...not to mention her cooking," he sighed, licking his lips. "Anyway, I thought that there might be something there, so I took her out a few times. I wanted to know if I had finally found the submissive I could spend the rest of my life with. Do you remember our first few dates, my slut?" 

"Of course, my Master, I'll never forget them," I said looking off into space. "I remember when we first started chatting and I told you that I was only in France for a year to study anthropology and then I'd be going back home. The look on your face startled me a bit and you thought I was lying. I couldn't understand why you would think I was lying, and then you told me how much you love anthropology too. You took me to see places I never dreamed of seeing; things I didn't even know existed. I remember the church-" I said blushing. 

"Yes," he sighed, "the church. Do you remember what I told you at the church?" 

"You said that that's where you fell in love with me. I had been taking pictures of a broken pillar and you said that's when you saw that I was different than the other girls you had taken to see similar places. That they had commented on how pretty the old paintings were, and about other material things, but that I had been the only one who had been truly interested in the history of it all." 

"Exactly, my love," he said as he squeezed my hand. "I had taken Charlotte to see some similar sites, but she had only been interested in them because she knew it would please me. It wouldn't be unpleasant to spend my life with someone who is a good submissive, a great cook, and who does things just to please me, but I wanted more than that. Well, I wanted all of that and someone who truly enjoys the same things I do; someone who will be my best friend and my submissive. I was waiting for you, my pig." 

"Oh Master..." I cried. I jumped up from the table and threw my arms around him. "I love you so much, Master!" Tears were running down my cheeks as I hugged him tightly. 

"Don't cry, little one," he said gently as he wiped the tears from my eyes. 

"But Master, sometimes I just love you so much that I feel like I'm going to burst," I sniffed, "and then it comes out of my yes...like this," I said pointing at my face. 

"You're ridiculous, pig," he said laughing heartily. 

"Maybe, but I still love you, my Master. 

After breakfast, Master helped me with the dishes. It ended up taking a lot longer than usual, because I couldn't stop grabbing his cute ass, and he kept pinching and kneading my breasts. I giggled a lot and ended up pretty wet at the end, and not only from the water that he had thrown at me. 

Pulling me into his arms, he kisses me softly at first, and then more aggressively. He tangled his fingers in my hair and took what he wanted. I moaned as his tongue ravaged my mouth, and whimpered when he bit my lip. 

"You're mine, slut, all mine. I own you," he growled as he pulled himself away. 

"Yes Master," I said breathlessly. 

"Good girl. Now go into the bathroom," he ordered and followed me in. 

I stood by the counter waiting for him. Slapping my ass on the way by, he headed over to the big tub and started running a bath. I watched the bubbles take over as he added some bubble bath to the warm running water. 

"Am I going to take a bath, my Master?" 

"Yes, little one," he said as he brushed the hair out of my face. 

Master had removed my collar and was working on one of my cuffs when the phone rang. 

"I'll get the phone," he said heading to the door, "you watch the water to make sure the tub doesn't overflow." 

"Yes, Master," I said and he was gone. 

I couldn't hear what he was saying over the running water, so I sat on the edge of the tub and watched it fill up with water and bubbles. It smelled nice and I hadn't relaxed in hot bath in a long time. I was really looking forward to it. Master and I usually took showers together before he had to go to work, but there wasn't enough time for a bath. I shut off the water just as Master came back into the bathroom. 

"Is everything okay?" I asked. 

"Of course, pig," he said and finished taking off my cuffs. 

He arranged my collar and cuffs on the counter, safely out of reach of the water, and then climbed into the tub. I was a bit surprised, but then he offered me his hand. 

"Please come join me, little one." 

I took his hand and sunk into the hot water, resting my back against his chest. It felt amazing and the scent of the bubbles mixed with the scent of my Master was intoxicating. I closed my eyes and moaned. 

"You like it, my slut?" he asked me. 

"Mmmmm, yes, my Master. What a great idea." 

He took a cloth and began to gently wash me as I rested in his arms. I was so relaxed that I jumped a little when he started speaking. 

"That was Miss Rachel on the phone. She'd like to meet us for lunch." 

"Today?" I asked not even opening my eyes. 

"Yes, pig," he laughed. "Will that be okay with you?" 

"Of course, my Master," I said, turning to kiss him on the cheek before resting my head back on his shoulder and closing my eyes. 

He finished washing me and then did my hair. He was so gentle and attentive that he didn't even get any water in my face. I was seriously impressed. He pulled me back into his arms when he was finished and I lay there in his arms for a long time. It was so relaxing and I was very glad that Master had decided to take the day off of work. 

"Can I wash you now, my Master?" I asked. 

"Actually, my pig, I'd like you to dry yourself off and go lie on your stomach on the bed while I finish washing myself. You can keep the towel wrapped in your hair if you like." 

"Okay, Master," I said and got out of the tub. 

I stole peeks at him washing his sexy body as I dried myself off and then hurried off into the bedroom when he caught me looking at him. 

"Slut," he called after me. 

I giggled and threw myself on the bed. I could hear Master moving around in the bathroom, but I was too relaxed to even keep an eye open for him. What a wonderful morning. It had been a long time since we'd had quiet time to ourselves like this. I had been gone for several months and Master had to go right back to work after bringing me back to Europe. I had missed him terribly while I was away and he had done a great job of keeping me occupied once I had gotten back, but a day like this was just what I needed. 

I wondered why Master had told me to go to the bedroom. Did he want to use me again? He had just fucked me on the table, was it possible? I was so relaxed after the amazing bath that I didn't even know if I could move enough to be interactive. I guess that didn't really matter, because if he wanted to take me, he would. I giggled to myself as Master came in. 

"What are you laughing at, pig," he asked as he sat down next to me on the bed. 

"Nothing, Master," I mumbled sleepily. "I'm just thinking about how much I love you." 

"Uh huh," he said. "I got something for you." 

I raised my head a little and saw that he was holding up a little bottle, "Coconut oil?" 

"Yup," he answered. "Someone told me that it's a great lube and moisturizer." 

"Someone?" I laughed knowingly and let my head fall back on the pillow. 

Master squirted some of the oil into his hands and rubbed them together. I didn't have much time to wonder what he was up to, because I felt his hands on my back as he started to massage my shoulders. 

"Oh Master," I moaned. "What have I done to deserve this?" 

"You're you, my pig," he said as he pressed his fingers deeply into my muscles. "How many times do I have to tell you that it's not all about you taking care of me? You're mine, my slut, my whore, my toy, my pig. I take care of my things, and this means taking care of you. It's been a long week and I want you to relax and feel good." 

"I love you, my Master," I groaned as his fingers dug into my back. 

His hands were strong and I was very impressed at how good he was at massaging me. He managed to get right into the muscles and completely relax me while somehow keeping it sensual. I wanted to just lie there and moan, but I could feel my pussy getting wet as he worked on me. I wasn't sure if he was trying to arouse me, or if it was just me getting excited because my Master's hands were on me. 

The smell of coconut oil filled the bedroom as his hands slid effortlessly over my back. He seemed to know exactly where to rub and where press. I was moaning quietly and had to make a conscious effort to stop myself from drooling all over the pillow. The massage seemed to go on forever and I began to feel like I was going to fall asleep. 

I think Master could tell, because he asked me to sit up. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done, but I managed lift my totally relaxed body and sit. Master propped a bunch of pillows up behind me on the headboard and turned on the tv. He found a documentary that he knew would interest me and pushed me back onto the pillows so that I was in a semi-sitting position and could see the tv. 

"Is this okay, little one?" he asked me. 

"It's perfect, Master," I whispered. 

"Good," he said and began to massage my feet. 

It was hard to watch the show, because Master was making me moan and my eyes kept shutting. I didn't think I would ever be able to move again. With his strong hands, Master massaged both of my feet. I was in heaven. When he was done, he propped himself up beside me in the bed, took me into his arms, and put my head on his chest so that I could lie there with him while we watched the documentary. 

When it was over, Master got up gently and went back into the bathroom. He returned with my collar, cuffs, and hair brush. Helping me to sit back up on the bed, Master sat behind me and started brushing my hair. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and began to moan again. Once my hair had been brushed, he refastened my collar and cuffs. 

"Perfect," he said. 

I turned and kissed him deeply on the lips, "I love you so much, my Master." 

"I love you too, my submissive. We are going to leave in a few minutes to go meet Miss Rachel for lunch. While I get dressed, I want you to put on your black heals and your big overcoat." 

"Yes, Master," I consented. 

I was looking forward to going back to Miss Rachel's and hurried to put on my shoes and coat. I really hoped that today would be the day he would take me down to the dungeon. Master came out of the bedroom looking handsome in his suit. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug. 

"Thank you for this wonderfully relaxing morning, my Master. It was really great," I said. 

"You're most welcome, my pig. Let's go." 

He held my hand as we headed down to the car and then opened the door for me. I climbed in, careful not to let my coat open, and he slipped in beside me. As we began to drive, Master reached over and undid the belt on my coat. Then he pulled each side of it wide open and looked ahead at the road. 

"Master?" I asked. 

"We're about to get on the highway, pig. I thought it might be nice to let the truckers have a good look." 

I blushed, but didn't complain. As we were driving, some people slowed down beside us and other honked. I was too ashamed to turn my head and look at them, so I kept my eyes focussed on the road. 




Coming Home to Master



I think Master could tell that I was nervous because he put his arm around me and held me tightly. "You're mine, pig," he said quietly. "You belong to me. You are my pig, my slut, my cum dump. Is that clear?" 

"Yes Master," I replied, still looking around nervously. 

He squeezed me tightly one more time before getting comfortable in his seat. I tried to relax, but the plug in my ass was making me so horny and I knew that the collar around my neck was very visible and very out of place in business class. It could have been my nervous imagination, but I was sure that every person who boarded the plane noticed my collar. Master was busy checking messages and email, so I tried to breathe deeply and calm myself down. 

After the doors had been closed, pre-flight checks done, and safely speeches made, the same flight attendant who had shown us to our seats came around with some drinks. I asked for a coke, but Master said I would have a glass of champagne. I started to protest, but Master stopped me by putting a finger on my lips. His touch caused my body to tingle all over and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. The flight attendant poured me a glass of champagne and gave Master a glass of scotch. We thanked her and she continued on to the next passengers. Master suggested that we watch a movie and I agreed happily, thinking it would help take my mind of the causes of my nervousness. I watched him as he looked through the new releases offered, selected one on his screen, and then found the same one on mine. We put on our headsets and Master started the movies. I slipped my hand into Master's and rested my head on his shoulder as the film began. Just being so close to him helped me start to relax. 

Once the movie was over, Master asked me if I had my makeup with me. 

"Yes," I replied. "It's up in the overhead bin." 

"Good," Master replied. "Please take it out and freshen up your makeup." 

"Yes Master," I said, tucking my headset into the pocket in front of me and standing up in the isle. 

As I reached up to pull my bag from the overhead bin, I felt Masters hand on my thigh. I stopped what I was doing for a moment to enjoy his touch and felt his hand moving up to my ass ,and then up higher, taking the hem of my dress with it. I gasped and looked at Master, ready to protest, but the look in his clear blue eyes told me to stay quiet. I quickly pulled the bag down from the compartment and hugged it against my chest. When I looked back down at Master, who still had my bare ass exposed, I saw that he was no longer looking at me, but at someone behind me. He let my dress fall back down and motioned for me to sit. Shaking and still clutching the bag to my chest, I sat back down beside him. 

"Fix your makeup, my whore," he directed, "and make it slutty." 

"Yes Master," I squeaked, and opened my bag to take out my makeup. 

"Mmmmmmmm, good pig," he sighed when I was finished. "Let's watch another movie." 

It sounded like a suggestion, but knowing my Master, it was an order. He set up another movie for us to watch and I slipped my hand back into his and snuggled up close to him. I must have fallen asleep cuddled up close to Master, which is not surprising since he always makes me feel so safe. I awoke to him running his hand over my cheek and then down my breast. A moan escaped my lips before I remembered where I was and cut it short. Master was smiling at me when I looked up at him. 

"Come here and get on your knees, slut," he ordered me. He must have been expecting my protest because he stopped me as soon as I opened my mouth. "Everyone is asleep, pig. Come here," he commanded abruptly. 

"Yes Master," I whispered and slid to my knees in front of him. 

Master sank back into his chair and I watched him as his eyes took on that hungry look that makes me so wet. Reaching out, he grabbed the neckline of my dress and pulled it down to expose more of my breasts and the corset I was wearing underneath. 

"Remove this, cunt," he ordered. My mouth went dry as fear overtook me. "Trust me," Master said, a little more gently. 

I nodded my assent and slipped the dress over my head. Master ran his beautiful eyes over my body while staying relaxed and at ease in his big chair. 

"Now free my cock," he instructed. 

I'm sure Master could tell how nervous I was, but made no indication of it and remained completely at ease and in control. 

I licked my lips, unfastened his belt, undid his pants, and gently pulled his hardening cock from them. My breath began to come more quickly, my hands shook, and my cunt became very wet. 

"Suck it, pig," was all he had to say before I took him into my hungry mouth. 

My surroundings disappeared and all that mattered to me was serving my Master. 

I heard Master sigh and say, "good girl," right before I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding me over his cock. 

Before I knew it, Master had both of his hands tangled in my hair and was fucking my face roughly. I could feel him pounding against the back of my throat and tried hard not to choke. Then he thrust into me deeply and came with a soft groan. I swallowed all of his seed and then licked and sucked him clean. 

"You can be a good girl sometimes," Master smiled to me. "Now put it away, pig." 

I very gently returned Master delicious cock to his pants and secured them. I looked up at my Master with a smile, but he did not smile back at me. He just pointed to the man across the aisle from my seat, the one I'm sure had seen my bare ass earlier. 

When I looked over at him, he was staring back at me. I looked back to my Master in shock and his short command was, "now him." 

"But Master," I stammered, but the look on his face told me not to continue. "Yes Master," I agreed softly, my eyes cast down. 

I was very aware of my naked bottom half as I walked softly towards the smiling man from across the aisle. My hands were shaking when I placed them on his lap after kneeling down in front of him. He watched me intently, the smile never leaving his face, as I freed his rock hard cock. I felt a hand on the back of my head and looked up at the man, but his arms were still resting unmoving at his sides. The comforting caress told me that it was Master's hand, which made me feel much better as I licked and sucked on the man's cock. It seemed like no time at all had passed before he thrust his hips upwards and came. I swallowed, put him back in his pants, and stood looking at Master. 

He reassured me with a "good girl," and kissed my forehead, then sat me back down in my seat where I stayed shaking and breathing hard as he disappeared to the front of the plane. 

When Master reappeared, the flight attendant was at my side with another glass of champagne for me and a glass of scotch for Master. I took it from her and then looked at my Master questioningly. He took a sip of his drink and then turned to me, his expression still unreadable. 

"Master?" I whispered, my voice trembling. 

"Drink and relax," he replied and sunk back into his overstuffed chair. 

I was shaking so hard that it was difficult to obey him, but I managed to gulp down the bubbly champagne and felt my body begin to relax again. The flight attendant reappeared at me side, just as my breath began to slow. She replace the empty glass of champagne with a clean glass like the one Master was drinking from, then pushed a button on the side of my chair and it reclined into a horizontal position. I looked at my Master and he just smiled at me. 

"Be a good, pig," he ordered simply. 

I nodded and tried to calm my breathing. Master dropped a handful of condoms on the tray beside the empty glass, but before I could say anything, he took my hands and raised them above my head. The flight attendant bent over me, and, with a seatbelt extension that I hadn't noticed in her hand, she secured my wrists to the top of the chair bed. 

My entire body was trembling uncontrollably when I looked at Master, but he wasn't watching me, he was peeling a piece of duct tape from a roll that I had not yet seen and then fastened it over my mouth. I wanted to beg him to stop and to explain what was happening, but the tape over my mouth made that impossible. The flight attendant was now looking down at me, her face full of curiosity. She slid a well-manicured finger into my cunt and moved it around a bit as if searching for something. 

"You were right," she said to Master. "She does get very excited." 

She gently removed her now wet finger and used it to softly circle my clit. My moans were muffled by the tape, but I was still able to trust my hips up towards her. She laughed and looked at Master, shaking her head, and then disappeared from sight. I shook my head at Master as terror enveloped me. 

"Shhhhh," he whispered and ran his fingers through my hair. "Be a good pig," he repeated and I nodded. 

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe, but they snapped open when Master said, "look slut". 

He was holding a five dollar bill in front of my face. Realization sunk in when I allowed my gaze to leave Master's and saw a man standing above me. I wanted to scream NO, but of course I couldn't. Master stuffed the bill into the empty glass on the tray and handed the man a condom. Tears began to run down my face as I pleaded with my eyes. Master reached over and gently wiped the tears from my face. 

"Please Master," I screamed in my head and hoped that my eyes would convey the message. 

"Be a good pig," he said once again. 

I nodded and took a deep breath. Master's hand wrapped around my neck and I felt the man enter me. I didn't want it to feel good, but it did. My body betrayed me as I began to moan and trust my hips up to meet him. I closed my eyes tightly and focused my thoughts on my Master. I'm his. I'm pleasing him. I'm obeying my Master, was all I could think of when the stranger grabbed my hips and thrust for a final time inside me. 

I opened my eyes when Master released his grip on my throat and saw that the man had left. Master was looking at me as he sipped his drink. 

"Good girl" he said and placed his drink on the tray in front of him. Grabbing my breast roughly and pinching my nipple hard, he repeated, "be a good pig. Your worthless cunt has only earned me five dollars so far." 

A new surge of panic ran through my body. I tugged on the restraints and tried to protest through my gag. Master slapped my face and glared at me which shut me up instantaneously. I used my eyes to plead with him, but he ignored me, looking up instead. I followed his gaze and watched in horror as a different man handed him a five euro bill and picked up a condom from the tray. I struggled against my bonds and received another hard slap across the face from Master. I was shaking and whimpering as he wrapped his viselike hand around my throat again. 

I squeezed my eyes shut as the stranger entered me. Tears ran unchecked down my face, but I tried my best to be a good girl for my Master. Without relaxing his grip around my throat, Master used his free hand to wipe the tears from my eyes. 

"Shhhhhhh," he whispered. "You are mine. I own you. You belong to me. This is about what I want, not about what you want. I will whore you out to those who will have you, and you will fuck them and serve them as if you were serving me. This is what will please me, my pig. Is that clear, my whore?" 

I nodded vigorously, tears still streaming from my eyes. My Master leaned over, kissed my forehead, wiped the tears from my cheeks, and then used my dress to blindfold me. I was still afraid, but I felt a little better. 

Master slid his free hand into one of my bound ones and held me as men came and went. I concentrated on Master's hands where he was touching me and lost myself in his calm and loving voice while he whispered encouragements to me. I moved my body to meet the thrusts of the strangers and kept pretending that it was my Master using me. I could feel my wetness growing and hear the moans escaping through the gag. I lost count of the number of men who had used me, but after the last one left, my bonds were loosened and I was able to lower my arms. Master pulled the dress off my face and lifted my head into his arms. As my eyes adjusted to being able to see again, I noticed the flight attendant had reappeared by my side and was holding out another glass of champagne. Master nodded to me and tore the tape from my mouth, so I took the glass from her and sipped the champagne while he held me. 

"You've been a good pig," he said and nodded towards the glass full of bills on the tray in front of me. "I'm proud of you." 

His words sent a rush of warmth and love through my body and a smiled up at him. 

"Finish your drink," he commanded. "We have something special for you." 

"We?" I asked, but Master just smiled, so I gulped down the remaining champagne and handed the glass back to the flight attendant who was still standing beside me. 

Master lifted me to a sitting position, unlaced my corset, and placed it on top of my dress. I lifted my arms to cover myself, but Master grabbed the straps binding my wrists, lay me back down, and again secured my wrists to the top of the bed. 

He ran the backs of his fingers over my cheek and said, "I'll let her explain," nodding in the direction of the flight attendant. 

I turned to look at her and she smiled at me, a hint of nervousness on her face. She kicked off her high heels, hiked up her skirt, and climbed on top of me so that she was straddling me on the bed. 

Looking down at me she said, "I have always wanted to know what it would be like to play with another woman, but I've never had the chance. Your Master said that I could play with you. Would that be okay?" 

I smiled at her and then at my Master before saying, "I am his to use as he pleases. If it pleases him, you may use me as you wish." 

She turned to my Master who said, "Please use her as you like". 

She turned back to me and I watched as she carefully unbuttoned her blouse and handed it to my Master. She looked as if she was about to lean over me until Master stopped her with his hand. 

"You should remove your bra too," he suggested. "That way you will be able to feel her against your breasts as well. You're also very beautiful and I'd really like to see you without the bra." 

She blushed and removed her bra, handing it to my Master. 

"Mmmmmm," said my Master, "Very lovely indeed." 

Then she leaned over me and began kissing me softly. She moved from my lips, to my neck, and then down my breasts, stopping to suck on each of my nipples. I could feel them harden as she sucked and I began to moan softly. She sat up again and started rubbing her pussy against mine which caused me to moan even louder. I wanted to touch her striking body, but the restraints didn't give at all when I tugged on them. She moved down, placed herself in between my legs, and pushed them up while spreading them wide. I could feel my juices running down my cunt and I was sure she could see what she was doing to me. Master told me to keep my legs up and spread wide and then I felt her tongue tentatively probing my used hole. After pulling my lips apart, she began to suck wildly on my clit. I moaned loudly and pushed myself up towards her mouth. 

"Oh god!" I cried and Master slapped me across the face. 

"Shut up, bitch," he commanded. "People are sleeping and don't want to be woken up by a screaming whore." 

"Yes Master," I whimpered and bit my lower lip to try to keep quiet. 

She continued to suck on my clit and flick it with her tongue, but I screamed again when she shoved two or three fingers inside me. Master covered my mouth with his hand and glared at me as she continued to suck and use my cunt. It was just too much to take and came loudly, arching my back and screaming into Master's hand. I was still gasping for breath as she lifted her face from between my legs. 

"That was amazing," she said to Master, her face glowing and covered in my wetness. 

"Yes, I enjoyed it," he said, taking her hand and placing it on his hard cock. 

He lifted her off of me and placed her in front of him, standing with her back turned to him. I watched as she looked over her shoulder at him in time to see his gorgeous cock spring from his pants. I saw the look of excitement that crossed her face and watched as Master lifted her skirt, tore her tiny panties from her body, and then lowered her onto his hard dick. She held onto the back of the chair in front of her as she bounced up and down on Master's cock. I watched as she leaned back against him, moaning and begging for more. Master reached around her and rubbed her clit. Her knuckles turned white as her grip on the chair tightened and she clenched her teeth to try to stop herself from screaming. She cried out as she came and Master covered her mouth and came inside her. She lifted herself from my Master after catching her breath, pulled down her skirt and put her blouse back on. 

"Thank you," she said to my Master, who nodded at her before she left. 

"How do you feel, pig?" Master asked me. 

"I feel good, Master," I purred. 

"Good girl," he said. "You have made me proud." 

I beamed at Master. I love it when he's proud of me. He undid my bonds and handed me back my dress. 

"Put this on," he commanded as he slipped my corset and the torn panties into my bag. 

I slipped the dress on over my head and snuggled up against my Master. 

"You are mine," he reminded me, "and you have made me very proud today. I love you my submissive, now get some rest." 

"I love you too, Master," I mumbled into his chest as I snuggled close to him. 

Chapter 3: Master goes back to work 

Master's car was at the airport when we got out. I had no idea how he'd arranged this, but I knew my Master was amazing, so I didn't have to ask. He put our bags in the trunk, made sure I was seated comfortably beside him, and started to drive us home. I was tired, but the excitement of finally being home with my Master kept me wide awake. I was anxious to finally be home where I could be with my Master forever. I guess it is kind of like pig adoption. Master came to get me and then took me all the way home to be his. I was so happy that my cheeks were beginning to hurt from smiling so much and I could tell that Master was getting a little tired of me looking at him all the time with the stupid grin on my face. I couldn't help it though, I had never been so happy before. This was just the beginning of an exciting new life where I could fully serve my Master and be truly his. 

The drive home didn't take as long as I thought it would, but it also could have been that I was so happy that time just flew by. Master parked his car and, before I could open my door, he told me to wait. I was waiting a little impatiently for him and was surprised when he opened my door. I knew from his smile that he could see the surprise on my face, but he just stood there holding the door open for me and waiting for me to get out. I smiled back at him and he pulled me into his arms before I could get a word out. 

"You are my pig, my slut, my whore," he said, looking into my eyes, "but never forget, you are also my princess and, when it's appropriate, I will treat you as one." 

I melted in his arms and he kissed me passionately. 

With Master's help, I got all of my bags inside. I looked around, a bit out of breath, and felt a feeling of both calm and excitement wash over me at the same time. I was finally home. I turned when I heard Master lock the door behind me and, as my eyes caught his, I broke out into a big smile and threw my arms around his neck. 

"Oh Master," I cried. "I'm so happy!" 

Reaching up on my tip toes, I tried to kiss him. I wanted him to know just how happy I was to finally be home and with him forever, but he didn't move to take me in his arms or to return my kiss. 




Coming Home to Master



He just stared into my eyes and very calmly and quietly said, "Strip." 

I wasn't sure if I had heard him correctly. I let my arms drop from around his neck and fall to my sides. I watched his face for any signs of emotion, but he just stood there, unmoving and staring at me. 

"Strip," he commanded again, and this time there was no doubt in my mind as to what he had said. 

I took a step back, moving away from him and letting my dress fall to the floor. Realization hit and I started to tremble. Yes, I was home now, but home also meant that I was his. There was no backing out now. I belonged to him, no matter where we were, no matter what we were doing, and no matter who was around. I was his to use as he pleased. He could be gentle, he could be rough, or he could even be downright brutal, but it didn't matter anymore, because I belonged to him. There would be times when I would be his princess, but I would also be his pig, his whore, and his slut. My only job was to make him happy, no matter what. I looked down at the floor as all of these thoughts flooded my mind. I belong to him. He is my Master and I am his submissive. 

I knew he was still standing there; I could feel his presence, even if I couldn't see him. I kept my eyes cast down and tried with everything I had to breathe and to stay calm. 

"Kneel," he said simply. 

"Yes Master," I whispered, as I knelt down before him as gracefully as my exhausted body would allow. 

The carpet wasn't soft and didn't do anything to help my tired and aching body, but the smell of his cologne helped to relax me. I heard him working with something and it sounded a bit like his belt, but before I had the chance to figure out what he was doing, I saw him take a knee in front of me. I didn't dare look up at him, but my view of the floor was enough to see that he had lowered himself to one knee. 

He took my hands into his and quietly commanded me to look at him. I looked up at his handsome face and I knew he could feel me trembling. 

"You are mine," he said, looking into my eyes. 

"Yes Master," I agreed. 

"Good girl," he said sweetly. "When you are at home, you will wear these," he said, motioning to two pairs of cuffs and a collar. 

All of them were lined, all of them fastened like a belt, and all of them had D rings. 

I looked back up at him and he continued, "Whether I am home or not, if you are here, you will wear these. You will always know that you are owned. You will feel their weight, you will smell their leather, and you will be constantly reminded that you are mine. You will wear all of them, but they are all that you will wear. Is that clear, pig?" 

I felt like I couldn't breathe and had to swallow the lump in my throat before I could whisper, "yes Master." 

"Good," he replied and fastened them around me one by one. 

He started with the wrist cuffs, then the ankle cuffs, and saved the collar for last. Moving the hair form my neck, he fastened the collar around me. 

The full weight of what I had agreed to came down on me like a bucket full of water. I was trembling hard, but I also had a sense of calm and security that I had never felt before. I knew that my life was about to begin, and that it was everything I had ever dreamed of. I think he somehow knew what I was feeling, because he enfolded me into his arms then and I began to cry. I didn't know why I was crying, but I couldn't stop. I was so full of emotion and it seemed like it was the only way to let it out. Master held me tightly against his chest and smoothed my hair. 

"Shhhhhh," he said in a calm and soothing voice. "Nothing can hurt you now. You are mine." 

I nodded as I cried into his shoulder and began to calm down. 

"It's been a long day," Master said. "Let's go to bed and we can deal with your things tomorrow. 

"Yes Master," I managed to say and wiped the tears from my face. 

He helped me to my feet and, with his strong arm around me for balance, helped me to the bedroom and into bed. Once he had covered me, he lifted my wrists above my head and attached them to a chain hanging from a hook on the headboard. I tugged a little out of curiosity and found that the chain would hold me tight. I had enough slack to be able to get comfortable in bed, but I was attached and wasn't going anywhere. Master took me into his arms again and cuddled up close to me. 

"It's not locked," he explained, "so you can get out if you have to go to the bathroom or in the case of an emergency, but you will sleep like this every night: attached and owned". 

"Yes Master," I whispered. 

"Go to sleep now," he commanded. "Your new life will begin tomorrow." 

I fell asleep before I had even had time to consider my situation. It was the best night of sleep I had ever had. I was chained to the bed with my wrists and ankles encircled in cuffs and a collar around my neck, but I was safe in my Masters loving arms and I knew that all of my dreams had come true. I was with the man of my dreams and the only thing I had to worry about now was making him happy. I knew I was the luckiest girl on earth and that, as long as I was with my Master, I would be happy. I had everything I had ever wanted. 

I don't know how long I slept, but when I finally opened my eyes, Master was gone. A moment of panic struck me and I called out for him. Master was by my side quickly with a smile on his face. 

"Good morning, pig," he said cheerfully. "Did you sleep well?" 

"Oh yes, Master," I said happily, the big smile returning to my face. 

"Good," he said and unfastened my wrists. He gathered me into his arms and held me tightly. 

His smell engulfed my nostrils and all of my senses were on fire. 

He chuckled and teased, "You're always ready, aren't you, pig?" 

"Yes Master," I answered, blushing fiercely. 

"Mmmmmmm," he moaned. "Go to the bathroom and then come out to the kitchen, my slut." 

"Yes Master," I said, a little embarrassed that he could tell how excited I was, and then headed to the bathroom. 

I saw what Master had done as soon as I set foot in the kitchen. 

"Master," I exclaimed, looking at the breakfast he had laid out on the table. 

He looked up at me from his chair and smiled, "come sit, my submissive." 

"But Master," I protested, feeling a little saddened. "I am supposed to serve you. I NEED to serve you." 

Master just smiled at me and motioned to my chair. I took my seat by his side, but stared at him questioningly. 

He put his hand over mine and said, "It's okay. It was a very long trip and I knew you needed to sleep. It's also my job to take care of you." 

I watched his face and could tell that he meant it. 

"Yes Master," I agreed, "but please allow me to serve you. You know it's what makes me happy. I love to see you smile and watch the way your eyes brighten. I am so happy when I know I have made you happy." 

"I know, my pig," he answered, "but there are also times when I need to take care of you and this is one of them". 

I nodded and looked around the table. Master hadn't forgotten anything. He had my coffee with hot chocolate and had the butter ready for my toast. I was so overwhelmed that I could feel the tears begin to prick my eyes again. 

Master squeezed my hand and looked me over. 

"You needed your rest and now you need your energy. Eat, my slut. This is only the beginning." 

I nodded again and took a sip of my coffee. I knew that it wasn't any different than the coffee I have every morning, but it was the best coffee I had ever had. I was so happy that I thought I might burst and I watched Master as I drank. 

He smiled at me gently, but his command was stern, "eat, my slut." 

"Yes Master," I repeated and started on my toast. 

As I ate and sipped my coffee, Master began listing things he wanted me to do while he was at work. 

"Once I am gone, I want you to keep busy, my pig. Although I will not be here, I want you to do your makeup every morning. You never know when I might drop by to use my slut to relieve myself." 

He smiled at me wickedly then and looked me over with hungry eyes. I felt myself blushing, but didn't interrupt him. 

"I want you to make the bed and tidy up the house. Be sure that you stop and eat lunch. It's important that you don't get carried away with what you're doing and forget to eat. You will need all the strength you can get. I will be home late tonight, so I want the table set and dinner ready by the time I get home, which will be around 8 pm. Unless you need to take a shower, you will not remove the cuffs and collar. No exceptions, clear my slut?" 

"Yes Master," I murmured. 

"I would also like it if you kept the TV or radio on while you work. We speak English most of the time and I want you to keep up on your French. Do you have any questions, pig?" 

"No Master," I said and finished my coffee. 

"Good girl," he replied with a smile. He got up from the table and offered me his hand, "come pig, let's shower." 

"Yes Master," I answered, taking his hand and smiling up at him. 

Master turned the shower on and helped me into the tub. As he washed me, he groped and pinched me playfully and I giggled and moaned in response. When he was finished, he allowed me to wash him. I took my time soaping up his body, enjoying the feel of him under my soapy fingers. I took a little too long and Master told me to hurry up, but being able to touch him was so wonderful that it was hard to do it quickly. When I finished rinsing him off, he threw me up against the wall, holding me there under his strong grip. 

I could feel his hard body pressed up against my back and he growled into my ear, "You're mine, slut." 

"Yes Master," I replied breathlessly. 

I felt the head of his hard cock pressing up against my ass, "This is mine too, clear slut?" 

"Yes Master," I moaned, arching my back and pressing up against him. 

He pushed himself inside me roughly and I could barely hear his low growl as I cried out. 

"Mine," he said again, and took what he wanted. 

He had me by the wrists, pushed up against the wall. I couldn't move to match his thrust, I could only take it. 

"Oh Master," I cried out, but he didn't answer me. 

He thrust hard into me a final time and groaned as he filled me. He released me after a few seconds and got out of the shower. 

"Finish cleaning yourself," was all he said before he left the room. 

My arms fell limply to my sides and I couldn't understand what I had done wrong. Why had he just left me there like that? Had I upset him? I finished cleaning myself, shut off the water, and grabbed a towel off the rack to dry myself off. I couldn't stop trying to figure out what I had done wrong. I wrapped a towel around my wet hair and rubbed some moisturizer all over my skin before putting the cuffs and collar back on. When I stepped out of the bathroom, Master was already dressed for work and standing by the door waiting for me. He looked amazing as always and the smell of his cologne made me dizzy with excitement all over again. 

He lifted me by the chin, forcing me to look up into his beautiful blue eyes. 

"What is it, my pig?" he asked. 

"Did I do something to upset you, Master?" I asked weakly. 

He looked at me curiously, "why do you ask that, my slut?" 

"Because you just left me there, Master," I replied. 

He smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead. "You are my slut, my whore, my pig," he answered. 

"Sometimes it will be sweet and sometimes I will take what I want. Do you understand?" he asked, looking into my eyes. 

"Yes Master," I answered, my voice barely a whisper. 

He pulled me into his arms then and kissed me passionately, "I have to go to work, pig. Don't forget all the things you have to do today." 

I let go of him reluctantly and watched him as he left, closing the door behind him. 

I went back into the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked sad; I was sad. We had just gotten home and Master already had to go back to work. I started putting my makeup on like Master had commanded, but I couldn't shake the sadness. I wanted to be with him. Doing the things he had asked me to do made me happy, because I knew I would be pleasing him, but it didn't help the loneliness. I missed him terribly. 

My makeup done, I went back into the living room, turned on the TV like Master had suggested, and then got started on the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. I didn't just clean up our breakfast dishes, I washed everything down: the counters, the cupboards, the appliances. I wanted everything to be perfect when Master returned from work. I went into the bedroom next. I made the bed, tidied the room, and dusted everything. The phone rang then and I hurried back into the living room to answer it. The sexy voice that answered made my knees weak. 

"Hello, my slut," came Master's voice from the other end. "How are you doing?" 

I looked around me at the clean house and answered, "I'm fine, Master. How is work?" 

"Work is work, my pig. I wanted to check on you. You sound sad," he commented. 

"I'm sorry, Master. I don't mean to be sad. I've been doing what you asked of me." 

"Then why are you sad, pig?" 

I looked around again, as if I was going to find an answer hiding somewhere. 

"Pig?" he asked. 

"Yes Master, I'm sorry Master. It's just...I miss you, Master." 

I tried hard to keep my voice steady, but I could feel the tears threatening to fall. Master was quiet for a second, but when he answered; his voice was calm and soothing. 

"I know, my slut. I miss you too. You are here with me now and everything will be okay." 

"Yes, I know Master, but I still miss you," I whispered into the phone. 

"Keep yourself busy, my pig. Call me if you need anything and I will see you tonight." 

"Yes Master," I replied and he hung up. 

I put down the phone and sat on the couch. How was it possible that I missed him so much already? I had gone so long without him by my side. There were daily chats on Skype, emails sent back and forth, and even the occasional phone call, but we had still been so far apart for so long. I was so happy to be back with my Master, but just the thought of him being at work made me sad. I wanted to be with him all the time. He made me so happy and I knew that I was always safe and taken care of when I was with him. I needed something to keep my mind off of it. I had already done everything that Master had told me to do and the only thing I had left was to have dinner on the table. Dinner! That was it. I could make something wonderful for Master for dinner. I plucked my laptop from the coffee table and began searching for dinner ideas. I wasn't the greatest cook, but I knew how to follow a recipe. 

I was so engrossed in my search that I didn't hear the door open. When I looked up, Master was staring down at me, looking handsome and powerful in his suit. 

"Master!" I cried, jumping up from the couch and throwing my arms around his neck. 

I hugged him so tightly that he coughed a little and I relaxed my grip on him. 

"Oh Master, I've missed you terribly, but I thought you weren't coming home until late tonight." 

"Change of plans, my slut," he said smiling down at me. "I can't have my little slut at home feeling sad." 

"I'm sorry Master," I said looking down at the floor. "I didn't want you to come home from work for me." 

He chuckled and replied, "I'm not coming home, my whore, I'm just here to pick you up. I have a meeting with a couple of guys from the office this afternoon and I'm going to bring you with me." 

I looked up at Master in shock. "But, what will I do at your office Master?" I asked unsteadily. 

"You will serve me, my pig. These guys are young and we've discussed BDSM before, so they will understand." 

I turned bright red and just stared at him. 

"Put your shoes on, my pig," he said, walking to the closet. 

I followed him, slipped on some sandals and he draped a long coat over my shoulders. 

"Master?" I asked questioningly, holding up my cuffed wrists. 

"Let's go," he said, putting an arm around me and leading me out the door. 

I sat nervously beside him in the car as he drove back to his office. 

"What were you looking for online, my slut," he asked as he drove. 

"I was looking for something special to make you for dinner, Master," I answered uneasily. 

He smiled at me for a moment before returning his eyes to the road. "What did you have in mind, my sweet?" 

I bit my lip anxiously and said, "I don't know, Master. I just wanted something special. You told me to have dinner ready for 8pm, so I figured I had enough time to come up with something interesting." 

He glanced back in my direction and nodded. "You're a good girl, but you won't have to worry about that now." 

I slid my hand over his and then squeezed it apprehensively as we pulled into the parking lot. 

"Relax, little one," he said soothingly, getting out of the car and coming to open my door for me. 

I got out and he pulled me into his arms, holding me tight and kissing me softly. "You'll do fine, little pig. Just stay quiet and do as you're told." 

"Yes Master," I answered fretfully. 

I pulled my coat tightly around me as we entered Master's office. I was so worried that someone would notice the cuffs, the collar, or the fact that I was naked, that I couldn't think about anything else. People smiled at me as Master lead me to a conference room and I smiled back timidly. I had never been to Master's office before, nor had I ever met anyone he worked with. I used to stop by and meet Master for lunch when I had lived here before, but I had never even gone to his office to pick him up. We had always met somewhere else. 

Once in the conference room, Master closed the door behind us and offered me a chair. 

"Sit," he ordered and I sat down, readjusting my coat around me. 

He took the seat beside me and opened his laptop. "Just sit here and be quiet," he commanded. "You may speak if you're spoken to, but otherwise let us work." 

I nodded and watched as a presentation lit up the screen of his laptop. I had never really understood what it was that Master did for work, so I was excited to finally see him in action. I just hoped I would understand what they were discussing. 

A few minutes later, two men in suits walked in and greeted Master with some playful banter. I watched the exchange with pride, because, although they were being playful and making jokes, they were very respectful of Master. He introduced me to them as his submissive and they both stared at me in disbelief. 

Master chuckled and said, "I told you I had a submissive, but I suppose neither of you believed me." 

I watched as it took them a few seconds to register what he was saying and then one of them held out his hand to me. Master reached out to stop me from taking his hand. 

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Please do not speak to her like a person. She is here to serve me and, depending on whether or not I like your work, she might serve you as well." The men looked even more shocked than before and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. 

The three of them began working as I sat there timorously. I listened intently, but it was hard to follow what they were saying. It wasn't that I didn't understand French; it was that what they were talking about was way too complicated for me to grasp. 

Master looked over at me and commanded under his breath, "take off your coat and put it on the back of one of the other chairs." 

I was mortified at his request and sat there frozen in fear. The men hadn't heard him and continued to discuss whatever it was that I didn't understand. Master was up in a flash and, before I even knew what was happening, he was forcing me to my knees by the hair. I screamed out in pain and Master slapped my face.