Kneeling on the foyer floor with my hands behind my back and face looking about a foot in front of me with a blank expression on my face awaiting orders.
Often times as soon as I would hear his keys jingle in the lock my heart would speed up, my mouth would salivate and i’d breath a little harder. Never knowing what his mood will be… But I know I’d have to put on the blank-doll expression. When he opens the door, puts his keys on the side table, takes off his shoes and unzips his pants. He inspects me and I blush pink all over getting a hot flash. Sometimes he calls me good girl and tells me, “Open up.” Slides his flaccid member in my mouth. I milk his cock with my whole mouth until he is hard. We are both quiet as he focuses on the pleasure of my oral skills.
Other times I know Master wants to play if he starts by complaining or giving me more orders. Something like “Your knees need to be farther apart. Spread them. Spread them farther.”
“Yes, Master”
He might kick them apart himself. “Is that as far as you can split? What kind of whore are you? Do you need some stimulation to spread those legs for me?” Then he would rub his boot on my pussy..
“Thank you, Master”
“Ride my foot, slut. Get yourself off and then we’ll see how far apart you can open those legs for your Master.” On and on he would berate me, making me want to please him and please myself in return. He would hold onto my hair as I rubbed my clit on his boot.
Other times he would sense when I needed more loving tones. He would walk in pet my head, and compliment me. “Such a beautiful, pet I have.” Or “That lingerie is even better on you than I imagined. Your tits look amazing in them, and your long hair is tied back just like I like it. Look at me, there’s those beautiful green eyes I like to see. Is my pretty pet thirsty? Follow me to the kitchen.” I would normally crawl on my hands and knees behind him to the dining room. Where we’d eat and drink before play.
Other times he would be completely silent and degrade me by moving me around how he wants me. Pulling me by my hair. Tossing me face down over the back of the sofa and fucking me without saying a word. Just using me for a slave. All holes and any hole ready and waiting to be used.
Sometimes he focuses on making me cum. Other times I don’t cum at all, all night. Sometimes there’s toys, vibrators, light whips, handcuffs, blindfolds and noise cancelling headphones playing soft music.
I’ve never had a master so varied and well versed.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/f0jzm2/my_masters_many_moodsmdommf