"kneel".

You hear the word as quick and sharp as a whip, as gentle as seductive as velvet, filling you with the familiar rush that comes from knowing it's time for you to serve again- the familiar, electrifying tingle in every nerve, the incomparable shiver that rushes from your neck to the base of your spine. you know your face is flushing as the blood starts to pump, your heart suddenly kicked into a higher gear by the simple word in your Sir's familiar, compelling voice. you hope that the flush doesn't spread to the rest of your body, trying to hide the arousal spreading through you in spite of the fact that you know he understands it perfectly- that he knows you better than you know yourself. As your knees hit the floor, you feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper under his control, the words of your mantra rising automatically, unbidden to the surface of your thoughts.

"i place all of myself in His hands and become an extension of Him- His will is my desire, His word my deed; His touch my joy."

The words echo through your head, the warmth and truth of them spreading like a fire through your whole body, travelling further with every beat of your heart, the knowledge that it's time to be brought to Sir's feet and used for his pleasure suffusing your entire body until you can feel the heat of it radiating through you.

the feel of my strong hands placing the collar around your neck, and the final sound of it clicking into place, and the silver chain of the lead following it bring you deeper and deeper under my control. the chain of your lead is cool between the smooth curves of your breasts, the slight chill of the metal against your warm, flushed skin enough to make you shiver in the smallest, most delicious way.

"present"

My voice is little more than a whisper in your ear, the warmth of my body behind you tempting and teasing, but the affect of it is more like the roar of thunder as you fall down into the position, trying to get into it perfectly to please me. Already you are naked for my approval and amusment, the slightly cool air of the room and the sound of the rain outside a constant reminder of this. I take a moment to admire your body, the smooth bend of your spine, the wonderful mass of dark, sweet smelling hair hiding your face, the round white curve of your backside, your strong, shapely legs, and smile to see the beauty of my pet revealed to me perfectly. I murmur how pleased I am with your display, and watch a little shudder run down your back, hear your slight whimper of pleasure with the compliment.

I know your thoughts in this moment, that delicious anticipation and wonder at what might come next- knowing that you're in the most vulnerable position I can place you in, and that you're completely exposed for whatever pleasure or pain I decide to give you. I share your wonder for a few moments, my eyes flicking over the collection of toys- the hard metal ruler, the flogger of tender seude, the unforgiving black crop, but ultimately I give into the longing I've felt for you, the need to feel your skin against mine, to touch the heat of you and feel every detail of your response.

You hear my feet circling you, and then see me sitting on the bed. My hand pats my lap and my voice, calmly, quietly commands you over my lap. As you swiftly lift yourself from the floor, your deep brown eyes meet mine for a moment, before looking down humbly, and bring a smile to my lips. I run the fingernail of my index finger slowly, slowly down your spine, teasing and feeling your body twitch as you fight to stay still. I stroke it back up and provoke a tense whimper from you, then give you two, quick, gentle spanks on each side of your pretty butt, feeling the soft skin compressing a little, the heat rising as the skin responds so quickly and readily to my touch. I stroke a little more, spreading the tingling and fizzing of your skin before spanking you twice more, and twice again, starting slowly, spreading the gentle smacks lovingly across your body. More spanks follow, quick and gentle to start, but slower as the force increases.

Just as it comes to feel truly painful, I stop, my quick, nimble fingers darting between your legs to tease you, stroking up over the soft curls of your fur before slipping back to the hot, soft lips of your pussy. My fingers slide between them, the heat and moisture there wonderful on my sensitive fingers, and the sound of your gentle moan as your breathing increases is music to my eyes. I take a moment to bathe in the the joy of touching you- the weight of your living, sensual body across my lap, the feel of your breath as you begin to pant, the heat of your desire and the way you squeeze my fingers so tight as the slide teasingly inside you, your soft hair under my other hand as it pets you. I hold you in that place for a long moment, letting you delight all my senses together, taking such pleasure in simply having my pet back where we both know she belongs; under my hand and under my control.

Almost before you realise my hand has moved, you feel it striking against your butt again, a quick succession of short, hard smacks, the sound of them filling the room, and the burning sensation spreading from your exposed and presented backside all the way through your body.I feel you tense and then relax as you accept the sensation, even as it becomes painful, knowing that you want to please me, to use all your body for my pleasure, and knowing I can't wait to give you the chance. Just what that chance will be...you'll just have to come home and find out, my pet.