She walks in the door, eager to shed her day as fast as she does her clothes. His eyes meet hers. “Welcome home” he says as he watches her with concern. He has noticed that her days have been long and hard on her lately. He has just the plan to ease her into her weekend.
“How are you to greet me?” he asks, grinning. Her naked form drops to its knees, kissing his crotch lightly through his pants. “Like this Master” she says, slipping back into her home persona. She unties his shoes, lifting his feet out and setting the shoes carefully aside. Next his belt. After years of this action, she still feels awkward undoing the belt from the front, but manages to get it to release. Down come his pants and underwear which she also folds and lays neatly by his shoes.
“Excellent” he says, offering a hand to lift her to her feet. His lips reach for hers, yearning for a connection deeper than a peck on the cheek. It’s time to remind her that she’s home and she’s his now. He wraps his fingers in her hair, pulling her impossibly closer, smothering her with his lips until they both must come up for air. He silently lifts his arms into the air and she eases his shirt over his head, folding it and placing it with his other clothes.