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I can barely contain my excitement as I drive to the house. Excitement practically floods my veins as I park my car and go into the house through the garage. I immediately start preparing his favorites for dinner. A quick glance at the clock and I slip off my black high heels and quickly get out of my work clothes. Be sure to hang them up in the almost empty closet. I never wear anything in the house. Clothing is only a necessity for when I leave the house, and even then might be exceptions.
I head into the basement downstairs, closing the door behind me. I sit down on the floor and cuff my ankles and my wrists as I relax. The feel of the cool steel on my skin gives me such a sense of comfort, a sense of belonging, a sense of I have found my true self, a wonderful way to relax and be me. I am happy as an object to bring him pleasure, my sir sees it as my gift to give, and therefore he protects me and sees to it I am treated as a gift as rare as a true submissive should be. Used and cared for, being used for his pleasure and then told I'm a good girl.
I can hear his footsteps above me, he's taking his dinner out of the oven and I'm hoping he's enjoying it. My bladder aches to be relieved and I remember I haven't washed! I start to wash my dirty pussy, rubbing it with soap and then splashing water from my little bucket, my fingers find my clit and I start to rub it. Feeling it swelling as I press my fingers to it. I jump as I hear the creaking step. Sir is coming downstairs. I light up, watching his every move. I am not allowed to stare at his face, but I can't take my eyes off of him. He fills my dish with his dinner leftovers and watches me as I eat my dinner out of the bowl on the floor.
"What is your purpose?" he asks me abruptly with an even tone. I blush and look down. He wants to hear me say it. I turned my face and nuzzled his hand as he cups my chin and allows me to look into his eyes."I am here Sir to give you my submission. It is yours to have, yours to enjoy, it is my gift to you Sir. "
I kiss his open palm. My heart starts racing as I watch him, picturing the things that he might do to me tonight. The fear of the unknown, mixed with the excitement for tonight's events makes my thighs tingle anticipating his plans for me.
"Turn around, head down, ass up and legs open" he orders me calmly.
I quickly obey. His fingers are feeling my wet pussy, spreading my lips apart and inserting one finger inside. I can feel his fingers slip into my pussy. Slowly twisting and pushing deeper. I can't help but moan with pleasure and anticipation.
"Good girl! I got just what you need" he announces.
I moan again softly as I hear the most wonderful sound: Sir's zipper.

Description
I can barely contain my excitement as I drive to the house. Excitement practically floods my veins as I park my car and go into the house through the garage. I immediately start preparing his favorites for dinner. A quick glance at the clock and I slip off my black high heels and quickly get out of my work clothes. Be sure to hang them up in the almost empty closet. I never wear anything in the house. Clothing is only a necessity for when I leave the house, and even then might be exceptions.
I head into the basement downstairs, closing the door behind me. I sit down on the floor and cuff my ankles and my wrists as I relax. The feel of the cool steel on my skin gives me such a sense of comfort, a sense of belonging, a sense of I have found my true self, a wonderful way to relax and be me. I am happy as an object to bring him pleasure, my sir sees it as my gift to give, and therefore he protects me and sees to it I am treated as a gift as rare as a true submissive should be. Used and cared for, being used for his pleasure and then told I'm a good girl.
I can hear his footsteps above me, he's taking his dinner out of the oven and I'm hoping he's enjoying it. My bladder aches to be relieved and I remember I haven't washed! I start to wash my dirty pussy, rubbing it with soap and then splashing water from my little bucket, my fingers find my clit and I start to rub it. Feeling it swelling as I press my fingers to it. I jump as I hear the creaking step. Sir is coming downstairs. I light up, watching his every move. I am not allowed to stare at his face, but I can't take my eyes off of him. He fills my dish with his dinner leftovers and watches me as I eat my dinner out of the bowl on the floor.
"What is your purpose?" he asks me abruptly with an even tone. I blush and look down. He wants to hear me say it. I turned my face and nuzzled his hand as he cups my chin and allows me to look into his eyes."I am here Sir to give you my submission. It is yours to have, yours to enjoy, it is my gift to you Sir. "
I kiss his open palm. My heart starts racing as I watch him, picturing the things that he might do to me tonight. The fear of the unknown, mixed with the excitement for tonight's events makes my thighs tingle anticipating his plans for me.
"Turn around, head down, ass up and legs open" he orders me calmly.
I quickly obey. His fingers are feeling my wet pussy, spreading my lips apart and inserting one finger inside. I can feel his fingers slip into my pussy. Slowly twisting and pushing deeper. I can't help but moan with pleasure and anticipation.
"Good girl! I got just what you need" he announces.
I moan again softly as I hear the most wonderful sound: Sir's zipper.