My Master approached his girl. Placing his hand under my chin, he lifted my head, pointing my face towards his. He took a step closer to me. And another…until our bodies were pressed against one another. Master moved his hand over my shoulder and around my neck, grabbing it, and pulling me to him hard. His lips smashed against mine, his mouth working the kiss. My tits pressed and flattened against his chest. I practically melted in his embrace. I could feel the heat of his breath, coming from his nose, on my cheek. Master’s hands began roaming. Touching my body. Down my back, over my ass. His other hand, groping and kneading my breast. My loins lit on fire. Just being around Master, makes me feel like like a bitch in heat. A slutty whore who’s only thought is having him inside me. Inside me anywhere. My mouth, my pussy, my ass. I thought of that feeling, and got even more wet than I already was.

When I woke up, my Master was gone. He’d left early. I wasn’t sure where he was. He doesn’t tell me these things normally. Master’s business, is his business, and it is not my place to inquire. He is not an overly secretive man. He doesn’t hide things (as far as I know), and I’m certain that if I were to ask him, he would come right out and tell me were he was, and what he was doing. I don’t ask, because, as I said, I don’t believe it is a slave’s place to nag her Master about where he goes, and what he does. I got up, and dressed in my favorite red silks. I like the way the feel swishing around my legs and arms. I like the deep red color, it brings out the reddish tan in my skin.