You are patiently and obediently waiting for your Sir. Your guide. Your disciplinarian. Your owner. Your Master. The man who reveres you and would never let any harm in your life. The man who makes you obey, protects you, disciplines you and loves you
You are prostrated at the door as you are everyday. You are only wearing the black panties and bra that Master picked out for you to wear, today. You are in the position that is required every afternoon with your body laying face down and flat on the floor. Arms spread wide with your stomach and legs against the cool surface of the tile. Your face is on the floor.
Around your neck is the collar that never leaves you and attached to it is the leash. The handle to the leash is firmly clenched between your teeth. You have waited like this for the last hour as you are consumed with thoughts of what your Master has in store for you today.
Your entire body comes alive with excitement as you hear the door open and the unmistakable sound of Master’s footsteps coming in. Your heart starts beating and your breathing becomes heavy. You feel complete and happy. Your Master is now with you and you will be able to serve him. It’s your only purpose and your delirium starts to rise.