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The Homecoming, Part 1
This is a fantasy story that I wrote while waiting in a hotel for my Sir to return from a long business trip. It’s long, so I broke it into 3 sections. It is a mixture of reality and fantasy, and some of it incorporates thoughts or realizations that came up in the kneeling challenge that I needed a creative outlet for. I hope you enjoy. Here is Part 1:
Standing on the balcony of the hotel room, I look out at the beautiful mountain range, excitement flowing through me that you will be arriving soon. It has been a few weeks that we have been apart while you worked out of the country, and I have missed you so much, my Master. I bite my bottom lip as my mind wanders back over the past few weeks. It was hard to be apart with so little communication from you. I have made some bad choices while you were away…choices that I know will have consequences. My pulse quickens a bit as I wonder what those consequences will be. Shaking my head slightly, I push those thoughts aside. My husband…my Sir will be back with me any moment, and I need only think about the peace and contentment that comes with your return.
I hear the door of the hotel room open on the room behind me, and I fight the urge to run and jump on you the second you walk in the door. I know you need a few minutes to unwind, and you will find me on the balcony when you are ready. I stay where I am, and I wait for you. I smile at the familiar sounds of your arrival from work…the computer bag hitting the floor, your pockets being emptied on the desk. The sounds that have become so familiar and comforting to me after so many years of marriage. I didn’t realize how much I missed them until now. As I wait patiently for you, I return my gaze to the mountains and my mind begins to wander. I think about the trips we have taken in the past, the times we have “played” in hotels, and the many of my submissive fantasies that you have indulged throughout the years. Absently, my hands begin to wander over the silky maroon pajama set I am wearing…one of your favorites. The cool, soft material shifts lightly over my nipples, and they harden and pucker at the thought of finally surrendering my body to you again. My fingers lightly circle the hardening nipples, and I enjoy the feeling of goosebumps running over my skin as I explore the reactions of my own body at the thought of you.
After a few minutes, the door to the balcony slides open. Startled, I drop my hands to my sides, and I smile broadly as I turn to greet you. I am immediately lost in your beautiful blue eyes, and the deep love for me that I see reflected there. “Sir, welcome home…I missed you!” I take a step toward you and am stopped by the gentle, but firm command, “No, Little One…turn back the way you were. I was enjoying the show. ” Blushing, I realize that I was so lost in my thoughts of fantasy and the pleasant roaming of my hands, that I hadn’t realized you had been quietly watching me play with myself from the other side of the glass door. I demurely drop my gaze at your command, and answer with a soft, “Yes, Sir” as I return to my position by the balcony railing, facing the mountain. I feel a thrill of excitement as you come up behind me….pressing in close to me. I feel the length of your body pressed against the back of mine, and I sigh with the pleasure of finally feeling your presence with me again. I close my eyes and lean back into your embrace. I have missed the commanding sound of your voice, your strength, the feel of you, the sound of you. I melt into the peaceful calm that being near you always brings.
You reach around from behind me, and slowly run your hands from my shoulders, over my arms and finally rest your hands on top of my hands. I love the safe, intimate feeling I have when your strong hands cover mine. With gentle, but firm pressure, you lead me to place my hands in front of me on the railing. I obediently grip the rail as your hands move in an excruciatingly slow, sensual path back up my arms, over my shoulders and then down the soft, sensitive place by my ribs and down to my hips. Pressing your chest to my back again, you reach around me and lightly run your hands just below my waistline and up over my belly…just grazing the soft flesh on the underside of my breasts, but not yet touching the nipples that are already hardening and puckering for your attention. A light whimper escapes my lips. I want..need..so much more, and you know exactly the effect your touch is having on me after so many weeks apart. I feel the slight rumble of a chuckle in your chest and I can’t help but grin in response. I love the way it pleases you to tease and torture my body. I never feel the power of my submission more than when you are enjoying my body in whatever way you want to use it. I playfully push back with my hips, teasingly rubbing my bottom against your cock in hopes of seducing more from you. “Did you miss me, Master?” Lest I foolishly think I have some control over you, your hands reach with quick precision around me and deftly, almost cruelly pinch my hardened nipples. I gasp at the sudden, erotic pain, and then moan as your touch changes just as quickly to soft, gentle massage of the delicate flesh of my breasts. The sensation through the cool silk is delicious and intoxicating. You lean in close, tangle your hand firmly in my unruly curly hair and I feel your warm breath tickle against my ear as you firmly command, “Don’t move, sub.” You pull my head back to look at me for a moment before claiming my lips with a quick kiss and then release me just as quickly, leaving me longing desperately for more of you. I breathlessly answer, “Yes Sir”, and feel the goosebumps race along my arms as I am suddenly left without your touch.
I hear you return to the hotel room behind me and I sigh pettishly, impatient for your return. My fingers tighten around the railing and I turn my attention to standing perfectly still where you left me. I feel the arousal and excitement damp between my legs as I wait in anticipation for you to come back to me. My heart begins to pound in my chest, my thoughts beginning to turn to anxious questions. “Where did he go? What is he doing? Is he pleased with me? Is he displeased? Am I being punished for my disobedience NOW??” I begin to tremble as thought after anxious thought tumbles through my head. Anticipation, nerves, excitement, fear, desire…all jumble together and leave me one giant quaking ball of need. I take deep breaths…calming my nervous anticipation and force myself to stay where I was commanded to wait. I think about the people in the courtyard below. I know they can’t see us, but will they hear us? I feel another thrill of excitement pass through me at the thought, followed quickly by a wave of anxiety. Maybe they will be able to figure out where the sound is coming from! Heat raises to my cheeks at the thought.
Just a I am about to come undone by my own racing thoughts, I hear you return. “Well done, Doll. I am pleased with your obedience. ” These words are all I need to settle into a place of complete peace in my submission. All of my fears and concerns melt away and I feel myself relax. My Sir, my Master…I have pleased you. All of the thoughts racing in my head pale in comparison with that one, and I remember in that moment why I have chosen to submit myself to you. I trust you with all my heart, and I know that I will submit to whatever is to come next because I was created to surrender my will to yours. I hold my position as a grateful smile lights up my face and I answer quietly, “Thank you, Sir. I love you.” My mind settled, I wait calmly to find out what will happen next under the hand of my Master. -
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