Coming home
 

Coming homeAs I approach the front door I feel a rush of excitement as I know what is on the other side and the sight that will greet me when I open it. You will be kneeling naked apart from your collar, your hands clasped behind your head and your mouth wide open waiting for me. My hands tremble as I fumble with the key knowing what delight awaits just a few feet away. I open the door slowly with the knowledge that in a few seconds my now hard cock will be in your warm wet mouth. Imagine my horror and surprise to find you are not there. I kick off my shoes and walk barefoot into the kitchen knowing you must be somewhere in the house. You aren't in the kitchen or the dining room so I tiptoe to the sitting room and quietly glance through the half open door. I cannot believe the sight that meets my eyes. You are lying on the sofa totally naked with your eyes closed. You have one hand on your breast and your fingers are slowly squeezing and rubbing your hard erect nipple. Your legs are spread wide and your other hand is over your pussy, your index finger is buried deep in your cunt and your thumb is gently rubbing your swollen clit. You are moaning and groaning as your body starts to whrithe in ecstasy. I stand and watch you for a few minutes feeling myself harden more all the time. I am shocked but at the same time mesmerised while I'm watching you pleasure yourself. However I cannot allow this to continue, I gently cough but you're so engrossed in what you're doing you do not hear me. I cough again and this time it has the desired effect. Immediately you sit up like a startled rabbit and for a brief second look me straight in the eye. As your cheeks redden you avert your gaze as you do not know where to look and you put your hand across your mouth and give a half-hearted yawn.' Would you care to explain yourself slut?' I shout at you ' just what on earth do you think you are doing.'You pretend to yawn again and stretch as if you had just woken up.' I am so sorry I must have fallen asleep and been dreaming of you fucking me' you replied with your eyes firmly fixed on the floor.' The truth please' I said.You waited for a moment while clearly trying to think of some excuse.' I want the truth and now and don't lie to me slut or you will only make things worse for yourself. Now where you really asleep and dreaming?'Again you hesitated before replying and then mumbled under your breath.' Ummm no I wasn't asleep, I am so so so sorry. I don't know what came over me but it was the thought of you that made me do it.'You could sense my anger and disappointment in you and to try and make amends you reached out and started to stroke my bulging cock through my trousers but I moved away.' You don't deserve that, it has to be earned my little one. Now tell me what you are.'' I am a slut.'' What are you?'' I am a filthy little cumslut who doesn't deserve to play with your cock.'I reach for your lead and clip it onto your collar pulling you onto the floor. I lead you on all fours into the kitchen and tell you to make me a Coffee. You ask if you are allowed one also but your request is denied. I place the bowl on the floor and fill it with water, if you're going to behave like an a****l you can drink like one. You crawl to the bowl and bend your head to start drinking having first make sure that your arse is facing me as I sit drinking my coffee. You hope that the sght of your firm arse and your wet cunt might persuade me to show a little leniency in what you know you have coming to you.Although you feel a degree of safety in the kitchen knowing that whatever is going to happen will happen upstairs, the coldness of the stone is starting to hurt your bare knees and hands as you kneel there. You feel a slight sense of relief when I take hold of your lead again and head towards the stairs. You crawl slowly across the cold floor until you reach the stairs the one at a time still on all fours make your way up them. Once in the bedroom I instruct you to stand and place your cuffs around your wrists then clip them to the back of your collar. You're standing there with your hands secured behind your head and your legs slightly apart. I reach into the draw and produce your blindfold which I place across your eyes. You then hear the draw open again but do not know for what purpose I have opened it and you start to tremble in anticipation. You feel what you think is my finger running across your breasts but somehow it doesn't feel quite right. You feel my foot against yours pushing your legs wide apart then let out a slight gasp as my hand touches your pussy. You feel me push your wet lips together and let out a slight cry as you realise it was the clothes pegs that I was fetching from the draw. Squeezing your pussy lips together I place three pegs on them to hold them together. I place my hands on your shoulders and lead you across the room, then stop and telll you to stand still.' Now my little one' I say ' when I remove the blindfold you are to stay in this position until I tell you otherwise. You are to look in the mirror and clear your mind of all thoughts apart from what you did earlier.'As I remove the blindfold it takes a moment for your eyes to focus. You find yourself in the corner of the room facing the mirror and you realise there is something written across your breasts. It takes you a moment to ascertain what is written as it is reversed in the mirror but then it becomes clear that the word is ' slut.' You hear the door close behind me but you do not move or turnaround to see if I actually have left the and room, besides you cannot take your eyes off the mirror or the word on your breasts that describes your behaviour so aptly. You start to lose track of time, it feels like hours although you realise it is probably only minutes before you hear the door handle turn again. Out of the corner of your eye you see me going to the bathroom and return with a small hand towel and immediately you know what this means. I place it on the floor and instruct you to stand on it. This isn't the first time I have used the towel so you know what to expect, you know you will be caned and if at any point during the caning you step off the towel I will start all over again. I only need to click my fingers and point at the towel and you know what is expected of you. You position yourself with your legs apart and your feet on the towel, you bend forwards with your hands on your knees presenting your bottom for me to chastise. In front of you on the dressing table are an array of whips and paddles and you wait nervously to see which one I will select. My hand hovers over the leather whip and your heart misses a beat as you know the sting this one can inflict. You breathe a slight sigh of relief when at the last moment I select the paddle.' I think we need to make this a bit more interesting.' I say as I reach back into the draw and produce the metal nipple clamps joined by the metal chain. It doesn't take much time rubbing them with my fingers before your nipples are stiff and erect. I slowly tighten the clamps as your nipples flatten under the pressure and then I attach a medium-sized weight to the middle of the chain. You know that you will not be able to keep perfectly still while being caned and the swinging of the weights will stretch and pull on those poor little buds. You wonder how many strokes you are to receive