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01 Temmuz 2022, 14:59
I woke up this morning on the first day of my new life, Sir.* I only vaguely remembered noticing the pearly light of approaching dawn as I fell asleep in your arms, and the clock on the nightstand, as well as slanting beams of sunlight coming through the window, showed that only a couple of hours had passed since then.* I smiled, tired but blissfully content.* I yawned and stretched like a cat, my body stiff in several places, my smile widening as I recalled why.I turned, as quietly as possible so as not to disturb you.* I just wanted to look at you, Sir, and maybe after a while wake you with a kiss.But you weren?t there, Sir.Tossing the covers aside (and blushing a deep red at the sight of the lengths of rope still attached to the bed) I got to my feet.* you weren?t in the bathroom, which was a good thing because I had urgent need of it.* Still naked, I padded on bare feet out to the stairs, thinking you might be making breakfast for us.* I certainly hoped you were, Sir, as I was absolutely famished.**I listened, but all appeared to be silent downstairs.* I walked to the bottom, listened again and called out softly, ?Sir??No reply.* I was alone in the house.Well, I thought to myself, I might as well get dressed and maybe see if there?s any coffee.* I looked in the corner next to the door for the grocery bag with my purse and all of my clothing.Gone.For some reason I found the situation completely undisturbing.* you had had to go out and you had wanted to be sure I didn?t leave before you returned.* And if that meant waiting for you, completely naked, for however long it might take, I was perfectly fine with that, Sir.* Besides, I was so tired that the thought of going back to bed, even for a little while, was irresistible.* So I wandered back upstairs and into your bedroom.* Where the first thing I noticed was my ?Disobedient Slut? panties, which had been hanging from one of the bedposts but almanbahis (https://almancark.com/) had slid down during the night and were now partially trapped between the post and the mattress.I am a fairly fastidious person, Sir, and under different circumstances I would have tossed any piece of clothing so thoroughly stained (and still, as I discovered to my mortification when I took them in my hand to lift them over the bedpost, exceedingly damp) into the laundry, if not the trash. But I thought - no, I knew, without even thinking about it - that it would please you to find me wearing them when you returned, Sir.And I suspect that it won?t surprise you to learn, Sir, that before I put them on I held them to my nose and inhaled deeply.* Or that I became instantly aroused once again as I did so.* Or that I turned to face the full-length mirror on your closed door and took my Standing Pose...but only after first stuffing my panties into my mouth.Oh, Sir, seeing myself like that and, more importantly, imagining myself standing before you like that, seeing myself through your eyes, made my pussy clench and I had to fight down an overwhelming urge to reach between my legs.* But I did it, Sir.* Then I removed the panties from my mouth and stepped into them?Just as I heard a car pulling into the driveway.* And strangely, I recognized the sound of the engine: it was my car.I peeked through one of the narrow windows on either side of the front door and saw you getting out of my car.* In one hand you were holding a number of clothes hangers, from which were hanging what I recognized as one of my blouses and one of my business suits.It didn?t take me long to figure out what had happened: you had taken my clothing and purse and walked back to the parking lot of my office building.* you?d used the keys in my purse to take my car and then - I assume after checking my driver?s license for my address - gone to my house to fetch some almanbahis yeni giriş (https://almancark.com/) fresh clothing for me.I couldn?t decide whether I was outraged by your presumption or touched by your thoughtfulness.You reached back into the car and retrieved the same grocery bag from last night before shoving the door closed with your hip and began walking towards the front door, which I was standing directly behind, wearing nothing but those same nasty panties.For a moment I panicked and turned to run back up the stairs and hide under the covers in your bedroom.* But then I realized that was no longer an option.Instead I fell to my knees and took my position, hands behind my head and legs spread wide, directly facing the door.And then I simply waited for you, Sir, with a happy smile on my face, knowing, beyond a doubt, that you would be pleased.I was right: your answering smile as you came through the door and saw me waiting for you* just made me light up inside, Sir.You quickly hung the clothing on the coat-rack beside the door and placed the bag at its base before stepping up to me and bending down to kiss me, cupping the back of my head with one hand as you did so.* It was a long, romantic and sexy kiss, Sir, your tongue probing my mouth while with your free hand you lightly pinched first one nipple and then the other.* In an instant I was wet again, and I wanted you to keep kissing me just like that for hours.* But of course that couldn?t happen and when it ended you left me gasping, Sir, although still with a smile of pure joy on my face.I have no idea what instinct caused me to suddenly bow down at your feet, Sir, my arms outstretched on either side of you as I kissed the toe of your left shoe and then your right before straightening up and returning to my position.* I can only tell you how fulfilling, how very right it felt to do so.And when you stroked my hair and murmured, ?Such a good almanbahis giriş (https://almancark.com/) girl,? I think you must have seen one sweet tear running down my cheek.So I was a little shocked when, without another word, you walked past me and into the kitchen.* But I remained in place, perfectly happy to do so, and in a couple of minutes the smell of bacon and eggs and - oh god, yes - coffee was making my stomach rumble so loudly that I thought you must be able to hear it in the kitchen.A little while later you reappeared, carrying a kitchen chair, which you set down directly in front of me.* You returned to the kitchen and came back holding a tray, which you placed on your lap as you sat down in the chair.And then you fed me, Sir: bacon and apple juice and coffee and the most delicious mushroom and cheese omelet I have ever tasted, offering me bites of food from a fork or holding the juice or coffee to my lips as I remained in my position.* you asked me about my schedule for the day and about my clients, taking a few bites for yourself as I answered and telling me a little bit about your work as an architectural consultant, as if this were a perfectly normal way to have a conversation, with me kneeling at your feet, practically naked, and being fed as if I were a baby bird.I loved it, Sir.When we were done you took the tray and chair back to the kitchen and, returning, took hold of my wrists and helped me to my feet.* Taking me by the hand, you led me upstairs again and back to your bedroom.* You stepped into the bathroom to turn on the shower, then came back and gently tugged down my panties until they fell around my ankles.* you helped me to step out of them, then you removed your own clothing and, taking me by the hand once more, led me into the shower.And then you washed me, Sir.* you shampooed my hair, massaging my neck and scalp until I felt ready to melt into a puddle and run down the drain.* you used a warm washcloth to gently remove what few traces of makeup remained on my face and then you slowly, sensuously, soaped me all over before taking me by the shoulders and turning me in a circle under the shower to rinse me clean.