He was late again. She knew it would happen. He had finally lost interest in her. She knelt there, naked, by the front door in silence waiting for Him as the tears streamed down her cheeks. For months, she tried her hardest to prove her worth to Him. It seemed all of her efforts had failed miserably. She still felt as if she was nothing more to Him than property. She could still remember that first night He touched her. It was so beautiful. He made her feel beautiful. But now... now it was as if she barely existed.

Finally, He arrived home. As the sound of the car door shutting rang in her ears, she quickly wiped away the tears. She could not let Him see her like this, not like He would notice anyway. She froze in place as she squeaked out the words "Welcome home Master". He brushed past her to His usual seat in the living room. Pausing for a moment, she wiped away a tear and crawled to Him, assuming her position at His feet. 

He moved one foot in front of her, which prompted her to bow her head and place her lips against the dusty leather. Her heart was in her throat. When He was this silent, it was never a good sign. She sat back on her heels, awaiting His instruction. He did not say a word. He leaned forward slightly as His fingers found her nipple. Her back arched deeply as He began to roll it around between His forefingers and thumb. A soft gasp left her lips as He pinched slightly. His eyes met hers for a brief moment but to her it felt like an eternity. For that one moment, she felt as if He really saw her again and not just an object. 

He released her nipple and pointed toward door that led upstairs. Silently, she rose to her feet and walked toward the door. He followed close behind her to their bedroom. He closed the door behind them and waited for her to strip Him. She immediately did so. She knew the routine well.  First, she unbuttoned His shirt carefully and laid it upon the chair, and then He would sit on the edge of the bed for her to remove His shoes and socks. Finally, He would rise to His feet once again to have His trousers taken off. They were to be laid out on the chair before she would return to her knees at His feet. 

His semi erect shaft swung in front of her face. She did not dare move. The rule was firm. She may not touch Him until she was told she could. His thick fingers wrapped around the drooping appendage and began to stroke it slowly in front of her face. He dragged the tip across her lips. Her warm breath escaped as she parted her lips slightly. He traced over them slowly as His thick cock swelled.

He placed it insistently to her slightly parted lips, pressing firmly against them. A soft sigh escaped as she opened her mouth wider for Him. Deep inside she hated herself for what she became. It had to be her fault. There had to be something that she did that made Him see her as nothing more than a receptacle for His sperm.

As she began to suck, her eyes fluttered shut. His fingers tangled in her hair as He held it in His clenched fist. He throbbed in constrains of her warm, wet mouth. In her mind, flashed vivid visions of the past. It was all she could do not to burst into tears thinking about how caring His touch once was. His moans grew louder, snapping her back to her unfortunate reality. He withdrew from her mouth slowly, still gripping her hair tightly. He gave it a slight tug. 

Deep inside she longed to hear His voice, even if it was just to reprimand her. He tugged again and she silently rose to her feet. Climbing up on the bed, she let out a defeated sigh as she took her position on all fours.  His left hand gripped her hips, while the right guided His inflated shaft. He placed the tip to her puffy pink lips and rubbed it up and down slowly. He remained quiet as He slowly pushed inside. Once the head was fully in He gripped her hips with both hands. A single thrust and He was buried inside her. Though she could feel His touch the distance between them was immeasurable. 

With each steady thrust, it felt like her heart broke more. It wasn't as if He was making love to her or even fucking her. It felt like she was just a replacement for His hand. Something to make Him get off. His thrusts were hard and deep as He pulled her back into each. His right hand traveled up her body, as his fingers traced over the smooth curve of her breast and further up. His large hand slid around her throat, pulling her back into Him hard as He impeded her breath. 

It stunned her. He had not touched her like that in so long. He smiled as He felt her body responding to Him as it used to. The juices began to seep out of her tight pussy and drip from His swollen cock as He sped up the pace. Soft moans escaped her as she closed her eyes. Hesitating for a moment as He decided what to do, He pulled out of her sloppy wet pussy. A disappointed sigh left her once again. He climbed off the bed and walked to the chair. To her surprise, He tossed the clothing on the bed.

"Come here lil one" He softly commanded.

For a moment, she was awestruck, her body froze. Quickly she snapped out of it and crawled off the bed. Once she was in front of Him, she started to sink to her knees at His feet. He put His hands on her waist, preventing her from going any further. Gently He turned her facing away from Him before pulling her closer. As she moved, she spread her legs wide enough to straddle His legs. This was the first time in months that He had shown her the slightest affection. 

His fingers gripped the base of His manhood, holding it steady as His left arm slid around her waist. He pulled her down onto His lap, His cock filling her entirely. A loud moan left her lips. He guided her pace, His arm still encircling her body. His other hand moved up to her throat. He began to squeeze softly to restrict her air. He felt her tremble in His grasp. Their moans grew louder as she bounced harder on His cock. His warm breath tickled her flesh as He took her earlobe between His teeth and gently nipped it. 

Again, her voice raised as the passion inside her was starting to rekindle. He gripped her throat harder as His left hand moved to her breast. He traced over her distended nipple with His fingertip. He caught it between His thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently at first as He tugged on it. He felt her body squirm as her juicy little pussy gripped Him tighter than ever. He knew she was so close.  

"Cum" He whispered. 

Just the sound of His voice was enough to push her over the edge. Her quivering inner walls clasped Him tightly as her warm fluids bathed His cock. He continued to twist the little pink nub between His fingers. 

Her body shook as she cried out "Oh Master."

Once her orgasm subsided, He lifted her from His lap and sat her on her feet. He pointed toward the bed without a word. She climbed up on all fours, only to be nudged off balance. Confused, she looked up at Him. He put His hand against her shoulder, forcing her gently to her back. Her legs spread immediately for Him as He climbed on the bed, kneeling between them. 

He pushed slowly into her dripping little slit with a soft grunt. His steady onslaught of deep thrusts jolted her body back and forth on the bed beneath Him. Her focus remained fixed on His Adam’s apple, not daring to lift her gaze any further. He looked down at her face. Placing His thumb under her chin, He lifted her face until she looked directly at Him. Expecting to find the love and passion that once burned so brightly in His eyes, she searched. To her dismay, she only found lust. 

With a final stroke, He began to groan. Thick ropes of cum shot into her womb, a tiny bit leaking out of her around Him. He collapsed against her. His sweaty body pressed heavily on her as He panted. She felt like crying but she forced herself not to. Not now...not with Him on top of her. Once He caught His breath, He withdrew from her messy wetness. He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment. Before she could position herself to clean His cock as she always had, He turned and grabbed a towel from the clean laundry basket and wiped Himself clean. 

She watched in disbelief. He tossed the towel on the bed in front of her. He did not see the shattered look on her face, or at least did not acknowledge it before He left the room. She wiped herself clean, knowing now she had deluded herself when she thought in that instant it would change. She truly was just property now.






