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And the fist around my heart relaxed, knowing for certain we were going to be okay.

Chapter 60

Daisy

Master had quizzed me several times over video about my piercings, and I assured him they were fine — no change to how they looked or felt, and yes, I was spraying the stuff in the morning and evening.

The truth, though, was that I’d be more than happy to have him home and taking care of them again. I missed him more than anything when I had to reach my arm at odd angles to spray them all down myself. Not that it was especially hard, I’d just never had to do it myself until I’d run him off.

Wearing my collar and cuffs had been a big comfort, though. I was mad at him, but I still had the physical reminders of belonging to him.

I thought and thought about how I wanted to greet him at the door, and finally decided I wanted to do it on my knees, naked.

I’d taken the hair extensions out to meet him at the restaurant, but I’d shown him how long my hair looks with them in over video, so I clipped them back in to greet him today.

The house was spotless, and I had pork chops and hashbrowns in cream of mushroom soup marinating in the slow cooker, so all I’d have to do would be to separate the potatoes and meat, plate them, and then nuke the green beans I’d made in bacon grease earlier. We’d have a nice meal whenever he was ready to eat — whether that happened before or after he wantedsex. They’d been cooking since the early morning hours, so we could eat them whenever he wanted.

I debated on whether to put my waist cincher on or not, but he always puts it on me, so I decided not to. I started to put the things he most often makes use of out so they’d be handy — the cincher, a butt plug, clamps, and lube — but it didn’t feel right, so I didn’t. I’d offer myself with no pretenses or expectations. Just a nude slave, kneeling ten feet inside the door, waiting for orders.

I sat with my phone and played the crossword puzzle until I heard his bike roar into the driveway, and then I muted it, turned the screen off, and kneeled on the hardwood floor in the living room, far enough inside the room he could walk inside without feeling crowded, and so he could easily walk around me, if he chose, but I hoped he didn’t do that.

I put my hands on my knees, but then grasped my elbows behind my back, since he likes it best when I do that. I spread my knees a little more, and settled into the pose with my back arched enough my tits were on display even more.

Because I hoped, desperately hoped, he’d come in and use his slave without mentioning the fact this was a reunion. I didn’t want it to be awkward. I wanted to beusagain. Master and his little flower. His slave, whom he can use whenever and however he wants.

The look on his face when he walked in the door made my heart flutter — he was surprised and pleased. He put his keys in the little tray a few feet inside the door, and then stood in his motorcycle boots, jeans, and black Harley t-shirt a few seconds before he walked to within a few feet of me and kept looking down at me. I met his gaze and smiled, at first, but when he walked closer, I looked at the spot I knew his cock to be.

“I’m pleased, little Daisy.” He offered his hand and helped me stand, and then leaned down to kiss my forehead. “Stand below the ceiling hook in the bedroom and wait for me there,with your back to the door. I won’t be long. Arms behind your back and hold your elbows again, once you’re there.”

True to his word, he wasn’t far behind me. I heard him enter, and then I heard him open the armoire that holds all his special sex tools. I didn’t turn to look to see what he was up to, though. If he wanted me to see, he wouldn’t have specified I should stand with my back to the door.

He stepped in front of me, nude with a raging hard-on, and hung the rope with a spreader bar in front of me, so the bar was in front of my hips. He opened the upside-down V of the rope so I could poke my head through and told me “ninety degrees.”

I leaned forward so my hips were at an approximate ninety-degree angle with my back arched, since that’s how he likes me to be in this pose.

And then he lifted my left wrist, moved it a few inches from my left hip, and connected my permanent cuff to the spreader bar. My right wrist cuff got the same treatment.

“I peeked into the crock pot and it smells amazing. I appreciate the thought and caring you’ve shown, so we’re doing this with your wrists to the side, rather than in a single sleeve hanging from the ceiling above. You’re still getting your ass fucked though, and since it’s been a week without so much as a butt plug, it’s going to be a little more uncomfortable than you probably expect.”

He used the lube gun thing to inject lube into my asshole, and fear gripped my gut when I realized he wasn’t going to warm me up.

“My dick’s felt nothing but my hand for more than a week, and I want to hear my slave scream and beg this morning. Not to punish her, because she’s pleased me greatly, but because I want to remind both of us she’s here formypleasure, and this is what I want.”

Without warning, a finger plunged into my pussy, and I gasped in surprise. He squatted behind me and turned a light on. “Spread your legs more, little flower, so I can get a look at the holes I had put into your cunt.”

He pulled at my left labia, then my right one, stood, and walked around me. “I’ll look at the two up front later, when I have you on your back, but the ones closest to your asshole are fine, so a good assfucking isn’t going to hurt anything. Tell me the truth, little flower, and not what you think I want to hear.” He was in front of me now, and he met my gaze. “Do you want your little asshole fucked without a warm-up?”

There are times I have to beg him to do something we both know I don’t want him to do, and he was making it clear this wasn’t like that. He wanted to know what was actually going through my head.

“Master’s little flower has missed her Master, and she wants him to take pleasure in her body, but she’s also afraid of how much it’s going to hurt, Master.”

A tiny nod, and he moved behind me again, touched the head of his cock to the outside of my asshole, grasped the bar just to the left of my hip, and pressed the head of his cock inside.

A gasp and squeal escaped —uncomfortableisn’t the word I’d have used. His dick fucking hurt and he was barely inside.

“As well she should be,” he said, and then he grasped the bar to the right of my hip with his other hand, and he drove himself inside until he was probably in an inch past the head.

I held my breath and managed to keep from screaming, but Master wasn’t finished with his demands.

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