A Submissive Love by Jo Emery

Story One.
     
     
    She waited patiently, quietly, hearing only the sounds of her own steady breathing and the rhythmic pulse of her heartbeat.
    Now is her time to relax and think about her day, to contemplate her actions and decisions. She takes this time each day to bring herself into the right mindset and to leave the outside world, the working world, the mundane tasks that have to be done in order to survive out there on the other side of her front door; these things have little business inside the house. Inside the house is for living, not a place to conform to what society tells her is normal but a place to be safe, be real, to come alive, to be her, the real her, not the mask she wears that the outside world sees and accepts.
     
    She hears a key in the door. Her master is home. She unfolds herself from her position on the floor and rises graceful as a swan to greet him as she does everyday. As he enters the home that they have made together, she takes his coat and briefcase and puts them neatly away. She gives him a chaste kiss on the cheek and he lovingly strokes her face then walks into the living room with her following behind. He sits and she pours him a glass of tropical fruit juice and removes his shoes and socks. Whilst he enjoys his juice, she draws him a bubble bath and politely informs him when it is ready. She prepares them both a meal of steak, chips and salad as he relaxes in the bath, washing the stresses of his day away. she is happy in her service to her master, they sought each other out several years ago, both knowing what they wanted, needed even, within a relationship finally finding the right person, ‘the one’, in each other.
    When he is ready, she serves him his meal checking to see that he has everything that he needs then joins him at the table with her own meal. They talk about their days, laughing, loving and relaxing in each other’s company glad that they are together again.
     
    When they have finished eating, she clears the table and sees to her masters’ immediate needs before washing the dishes. When she is done with her chores and the kitchen is spotless again she joins him in the living room. She sits at his feet, he places his hand on her head stroking her hair, she rests her head against his leg and sighs contentedly idly wondering if he would require anything extra of her this evening, hoping that she may use her body to please and pleasure him. She is happy for him to use her in which ever way he chooses and ecstatic if he were to utter the two special words that make her spirit soar and her heart flutter, those two little words make her core melt and give her wings, she longed to hear him call her a good girl.
     
    Later he took her to the bedroom; she knelt by the side of the bed waiting for her master to undress and get in at which point she would ask his permission to share his bed. She was pleased when instead of getting into bed he sat on the edge in front of her indicating that she was to take him in her mouth.
    She moved closer and sucked his member into her mouth, he was soft but she liked this, it made her feel special to know that it was her abilities that made him hard. She suckled and felt him grow within her; she took his balls into her hand and gently fondled them as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. She placed her other hand at the base of his penis and ran it up and down gently twisting it as she went. She licked and nibbled his head and worked her way down to the base nipping gently as she went down and back up again. She licked up his pre-cum and worked his penis a little faster, she knew just how he liked it and could bring him to orgasm quickly or draw it out. She knew that he was getting close as he gently thrust into her mouth, she closed her lips around the head and pumped her hand a little more vigorously. He held her head and with a moan flooded her mouth with his release, she drank it all down and when she was sure he had shot his last she