The slave meat I had purchased several months ago had been gone for a time. It went on vacation (see how nice of an owner I am? I send my toys off for rest and recuperation once in a while). So last night, it returned to me. I came home, and found it kneeling there in the center of the house. It was naked. Its thighs spread wide in the traditional ‘nadu’ position, its palms turned upward, its back straight, its ass resting on its heels. My eyes followed the slaves curves and valleys, from its head, down around its large breasts, and flat stomach, coming to a stop at its sex.  I took in a deep breath through my nose, relishing in the aroma that comes from my slave’s arousal. It’s almost always aroused when it kneels for service, its thighs spread wide, allowing me, and anyone else within is sight to view its private area. To see its state of arousal.

My Master had been gone for over a half a week. On his business trip (that’s what he called them anyway, but you all know I’m not fool, he was out hunting other sluts to bring home). I knew when he came home, he’d be tired, and cranky from the long drive, and, of course, horny as hell. I laid there in bed, playing with myself, getting my self all warmed up and dripping wet, ready for his use when he walked into the bedroom…just the way he likes it. I knew he’d be home any minute.