Revised story written by Badsammie – all work and credit belongs to her. Posted with her express permission.
I wait patiently in the living room, sitting topless on the couch, wearing only the yoga pants he set out for me this morning. My tits are still tender from the recent piercings I got last week, though the swelling is now gone and I’m in basic daily care mode for them. He wanted them, just like he wanted my belly and clit pierced and I had done those previously for him. Currently, they are only barbells, but once healed they will be replaced with rings. They make him happy and making him happy makes me happy. The smell from the kitchen tells me that the pork chops are almost done and I get up and flip them, turning the heat way down to keep from burning them.
My phone buzzes and I pick it up from the table. He’s almost home, so I go to the bathroom, double-checking my makeup. Nothing too heavy today, just making sure nothing is out of place. He’s had a hard day and has been out since early in the morning because someone fucked up and a water leak was flooding one of his sites. Everything is good, so I rush back out to the living room and see him pull up in his truck. I kneel down, in front of the door, and patiently await him.