“Slut! I’m home!” He called to her as she hurried from upstairs to meet him at the front door. She had heard him opening it and cursed herself for not being in time. She ran down the stairs and around the corner to stand in front of him.
She spread her legs and clasped her hands behind her neck, elbows out, for his inspection. She was wearing 6 inch black stiletto heels, thigh high black fishnet stockings, crotchless leather panties and an open-cup black bra. Around her neck, she wore a padlocked leather collar, to which he held the only key. He also held the only key to her closet, where he locked up her clothing when he left in the morning, to ensure she wouldn’t leave the apartment without permission.
“Where the hell were you, slut? Sitting upstairs, doing nothing but playing on my computer?” He scolded her, even as he looked approvingly at her body, not moving from inside the door. Even in her heels, he towered over her. He motioned ever-so-slightly with a nod of his head for her to begin her duties.
She stepped toward him and took his briefcase and papers, putting them on the stand near her. “No, sir, not on your computer. I’m sorry for being lazy, sir,” she whimpered, taking his coat and hanging it on the coat rack. She knelt down on the hardwood floor in front of him and unzipped his pants, reached inside his briefs and extracted his already semi-hardened penis. Immediately, she engulfed him in her mouth and began sucking, lapping and kissing. She licked up and down, kissing and tonguing his balls tenderly, her hand finding and holding the base of his cock. She swallowed the whole thing, sucking and circling her tongue around the head.
He stiffened only slightly, leaning back against the door and moaning quietly. She continued to perform, with great enthusiasm and tenderness, until after just a few minutes, he exploded into the back of her throat. She swallowed graciously and licked and sucked gently until he was completely clean. She kept kissing it until he gently pushed her away. “That’s all you get, slut,” he whispered. She sat down on her knees, head down, hands behind her back, and whispered, “Thank you for the honor, sir.”
He reached down and reassembled himself inside his pants and moved past her, patting her head as he did. She remained in position. “Get up and get me a glass of vodka and coke. With ice. I have to watch a show in about 15 minutes about the military action in the east,” he told her as he seated himself on the couch with the remotes in hand. She scurried up and into the kitchen to get his drink. As she did, she was careful not to rattle anything or make noise. He continued to talk, “While I’m watching it, you are not to talk to me or make any noise – I don’t want to be disturbed.” Her heart sank as she carefully placed each ice cube in the glass. She carefully placed a napkin on her serving tray and the glass on top of it. Placing the tray on top of her palm and her other hand on her hip, as instructed, she sauntered into the living room.
“Your drink, sir,” she said, standing provocatively next to him in the cocktail waitress position he had taught her. He reached for the drink and put it on the table next to him. She waited as he pulled a dollar bill out of his pocket and held it out to her. “What are you going to do for this, whore?” He asked, smiling. She didn’t know. “Um, what would you like me to do, sir?” She stuttered, unsure of how to play this new game. “Forget it. Nothing, here take it.” He smirked and threw the bill on the floor. She carefully balanced the tray on her hand and squatted to pick up the bill. “Thank you, sir, for your generosity.”
“Spread your legs, slut,” he commanded. She stood and spread her legs. He reached gently between them and dragged several fingers across the crotchless area of the panties. She looked at her feet as he found the wetness and rubbed his fingers in it. She felt her legs quiver, but she dare not move. “You are a wet little slut tonight, aren’t you? My cock always makes you wet. You can’t get enough, can you?” He moved his hand away.
