I had her stop by the next morning.....to show me the bruises on her skin. On her ass. On her gorgeous full tits. On the insides of her sumptuous thighs. "I'll leave the door unlocked," I said...."let yourself in." She stopped by on her way to work and, as instructed, let herself in. She knew the drill: remove your blouse, put on the collar and leash that's inside the foyer drawer and crawl through the flat until she finds me. An all too familiar routine for her; and one that she'd grown to love. She crawled through the house in her pencil skirt, stockings (shoes removed at the door) and white lace bra with the collar and leash on. She gets excited knowing full well I am somewhere. Watching her find me. Watching her crawl. Watching her sniff me out. And she does. She finds me sitting on the side of the tub, shaving my legs, wearing nothing but a white silk robe that's open, draped off one shoulder and barely hanging on. The tub water is running, smoking coming off it because I love it blistering hot. She kneels on all-4 in the doorway, knowing I will look in her direction when I'm ready. Knowing that I know full well that she's there. Kneeling. Anxious. Waiting; as long as it takes. I look in her direction and smile, but I don't stop shaving my legs; one leg propped up on the side of the tub, I drag the razor slowly, looking her dead in the eye. She always looks prettiest when she's on all 4. I nod my head slightly, indicating she can come to the side of the tub. Quickly she crawls to me, her leash in her mouth. I smile down at her and continue to shave my legs, knowing she wants to speak but making her leave the leash in her mouth, nonethless. "Do you have something you'd like to say to me, bitch?", I ask her in a stern tone. Shaving. She nods, not speaking. ("No speaking when you're leash is in your mouth," she'd been instructed, from the very beginning. I look at her out of the corner of my eye and a smile forms at one at corner of my mouth, "Show me how you beg, bitch", I whisper; nearly inaudible. She stays on her knees but clasps her little hands together and presses her eyes closed; showing me how one begs, silently. I make her hold that pose for what probably seems like forever to her. She never wavers. I pat her on the head and take the leash from her teeth. "Speak," I say. "I just want to say thank you for the bruises and for allowing me to come by and show them to you on my way to work today. Thank you, Goddess, thank you." And she closes her mouth, with a soft smile, eyes downcast. I put her leash back in her mouth and she goes back down to all 4's. "Stand for me and pull your skirt up that I might inspect my work, girl.", I say to her. Quickly, she stands and she lifts her skirt. She lifts her arms above her head, she slowly does a circle. Various shades of reds, blues, purples and lucious stripes from the bamboo cover her. "Everywhere her clothes don't cover", I told her, "I will cover in bruises and stripes." She smiles and sinks back to her kneeling position. I bend at the waist and tip her chin to look up at me and I tenderly kiss her lips. She extends her neck up to make the kiss last as long as she can....she always does this. I drop the leash to the floor and walk away from her, "Let yourself, darling. See you tonight," I say, as a I saunter out of the room, leaving her wet and wanton. Leave them breathless... ~ Vivian ~ x8869