Waiting on His Return

After that, he escorted all the guys to the door and thanked them for coming. He came back upstairs. I was still lying on the bed, blindfolded and covered in cum. He stood over me, and I could hear the clicking as if pictures were being taken. He kept moving around me, getting what seemed like all angles. He then left the room again, and I heard Him turn on the shower. When he returned to the bedroom, He grabbed my hand and pulled me to follow Him. Once I was in front of the full-length mirror, He took off my blindfold and told me to look at my cum covered self. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I didn’t know what to think. He then pushed me toward the shower that was already running, saying I want to watch my slut clean herself. Once I was in the shower, He sat in the bathroom and watched me. I didn’t know what was more awkward, having six guys cum on me or having my Owner watch me clean it off.

I did what I was told. I took the soapy washcloth and washed my face, then moved down to my neck and shoulders. Then I took the washcloth and washed my tits across, around, underneath, and in between. Then slid the washcloth down my stomach, side to side, and around. Reaching around, washing the sides of my body, getting my lower back, and moving up to my upper back and the back of my neck. I rinsed out the washcloth and added some more soap. I drove down the front of my right leg and back up the back of my leg. Then I did my left leg next; once I came back up, I washed in between my thighs. As I placed my washcloth between my legs and started washing my pussy, I locked my eyes with his. He broke our eye contact and left the room, telling me to finish getting cleaned up.

When I got out of the shower, he had left one towel in the bathroom for me to dry myself off. I towel-dried myself, left the towel in the bathroom, and returned to the bedroom. My clothes and a note were on the bed in the bedroom. The note stated to get dressed, go home, and take a week off from work asap. I left His bedroom, walked down the stairs, and through the living room to the door. He was nowhere to be found. I left the house and shut the door behind me.

I was able to take off a week off, but it wouldn’t be until three weeks later. I let my Owner know. His only response was, "I’ll see you that Friday."

It was Thursday night, and I was going to Him tomorrow night. It has been weeks since I heard from Him. It has been the longest time I have gone without hearing something from Him. I had so many questions. Are we going anywhere? Do I need to bring anything specific? But I knew I shouldn’t reach out to Him.

It was Friday, and I was just getting ready to leave work when I got a text from Him. He said that a meeting had come up and that I should head to the house, put my stuff in the guest room, and follow instructions. 

I arrived at His house and went upstairs to the guest room as I was told. I put my bag down. On the bed were a thong and a strappy elastic harness. The note said: You can put your bag and clothes in the closet; you won’t need them while you are here. Get dressed in what I have provided and wait in the room until I tell you otherwise. I looked at the back of the note to see if it said how He would tell me otherwise, but there was nothing. I took off all my clothes, put them and my bag in the closet, and shut the door. Then I put the thong on and the strappy elastic harness. The harness was like wearing an open bra with little spandex straps under and around my tits with an around-the-neck halter. I sat on the bed and waited like I was told, then I got curious. I left the guest room and walked into His room. It was set up differently than usual. Laid out on the dresser, He had all sorts of toys and things, some I recognized and some I didn’t. I kept looking at everything that He had laid out. I was curious and getting extremely excited. Then I heard His voice. I turned around, startled and scared, but there was no one there. I heard it again, saying, “I will be home in five minutes; you are to be on your knees, hands behind your back, in the middle of the living room facing the front door when I walk in." 

I hurried out of his room, afraid that He somehow saw me there. I went downstairs into the living room and got on my knees with my hands behind my back, facing the door, and waited for Him to open the door.