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Shower Scene she pulls back the shower curtain and reaches for the towel she left for herself on the rod...the rod is empty. puzzled, she steps out of the tub and walks to the sink. standing before the mirror she gazes at her reflection through of mist formed upon it surface. stretching out her hand , she wipes the film of moisture from it. drops of water falls slowly from her long tresses into the valley between her breasts. she smooths her hands over her damp face and closes her eyes for a moment enjoying the solitude of the moment. a slight noise jolts her back to reality suddenly. "hello?" she calls. no reply. He is at work and not due home for quite a while yet. she retrieves her wide tooth comb from it's place beside the basin and sets about carefully combing out her long, wet hair...starting from the ends and working her way upwards to her scalp. she turns to get a fresh towel from the hall closet...the bathroom door is slightly ajar. again, she is puzzled. she could have swore that she had closed to door before starting the water for her shower. she crosses the threshhold into the hall, hugging her arms around her chest...gooseflesh rising on her arms, her nipples puckering almost painfully. she turns the doorknob to the linen closet...the towels are all gone. panic swiftly rises in her, her pulse quickening, she begins to shiver more from nerves than the cold. a hand suddenly grips her dripping hair and yanks her head back forcefully. a scream catches in her throat, her mouth gone dry from fright. "Hello, My pet," He says. "Surprised?" she can hear by the tone in His voice that she should not answer...not yet. "Put your arms down...now," He tells her quietly. slowly she lowers her arms obidiently to her sides and stands silently waiting for His instructions. her heart beats wildly, not from fear any longer...it is Him...but from anticipation. "Kneel," He commands in nothing more than a whisper. He releases her mane of auburn hair and it falls against her back...tiny rivers running down the small of her back, over her buttocks and landing on the carpet. her drops slowly to her knees, keeping her eyes lowered, knowing to look Him in the eye at this point will ruin the moment. He brings His hands slowly over her head and brings her collar around her neck. "Forget something, My pet?" He asks...not actually expecting an answer. she tilts her head slightly, as He secures the collar. she hears nothing else but His voice, His breathing as He stands there behind her contemplating. "you were quite lost in your thoughts wee one, You never heard my car drive up or me open the door and remove the towel...did you?" He inquires. "no, Master...i did not," she replies so quietly He needs to strain to hear. He steps in front of her, her only view of Him; His shoes and His jeans. He reaches down and takes her wrist in His hand, pulling her up. "Come," He says simply. He leads her down the hall to His bedroom and opens the door. her thighs slide against each other with moisture not from her shower, but of want for Him...need. He pulls her into the room and tells her simply, "Undress Me." He lowers Himself into a chair and stretches out His feet while she kneels once more, taking one foot onto her lap and unlaces His shoe and then His sock. she lifts His other foot and begins to unlace His shoe, feeling His eyes upon her, watching her every move. the burning in her belly is almost unbearable, wishing He would touch her, just once. she places His shoes and socks aside and rises up on her haunches somewhat, reaching out to unbutton His jeans and unzips them. He lifts His hips a little so she may slide His jeans and boxers down over them. her heart jumps a little when she sees His hardness before her...so close. He watches her face and tells her, "No." her chin begins to quiver uncontrolably and tears immediately spring to her eyes. she continues to remove His jeans and carefully places them beside His shoes. resting her hips back onto her heels again, she feels her face burn where her tears have dried. He stands, looking down at her a moment. He bends and loops one fingers through the ring on her collar, pulling her up to Him, yet never touching her otherwise. shame burns within her, wondering what it was she had done to displease Him so as to deny her giving Him pleasure. He releases the ring and raises His arms a little, as she slowly pulls His shirt up over His head. she can smell His skin and closes her eyes as she lets the shirt drop by her feet. "Look at me," He tells her. with agonizing slowness, she opens her eyes and raises them to His. He lifts her chin in His hand and looks deeply into her dark green eyes. for what seems an eternity, He stares intently into her eyes. His hand releases her chin and slowly moves between her breasts, over her belly and finally to her heat. she shudders noticably at His touch and a tiny smile reaches the corners of His lips. "Ahh...so, you have been waiting for Me, My pet...as always...you are ready," His voice permeating her mind like a drug. His eyes tell her, He waits for her answer. "yes, Master," she whispers. He smiles, more to Himself than to her. He brings His hand back up onto her shoulder and pushes her back down firmly into her kneel. her eyes stay locked on His as she kneels before Him, unable to break away from His gaze. His gently caresses her cheek, brushing back a damp lock and urges her on with His eyes. she reaches up, as though in a trance and takes Him in her hand. He closes His eyes for only a second and takes her hand from His shaft, pushing His hips closer, the head of His dick resting lightly against her moist lips. slowly He -the end-
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