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	this story was written when Master and submissive first met, a time before they were Master and submissive. Master had asked submissive to write a story depicting how she saw her life in three years. This is what she wrote The phone rings, I look up from the computer were I have been working on a customers project, my business now flourishing. “Hello” I answer, “Hello my submissive, what are up to?” the sound of your voice makes me smile, but even now after three years of being together, being called your submissive, makes my heart miss a beat. “Working” I answer with a laugh, “what else would I be doing?” You answer me with “Well my sweetheart I will be home in half an hour” I look at the clock, its only just gone 4, home early. my heart flutters at the thought of you arriving early but then I think of your meal, I haven't even started, I was not expecting you until 7. It is as if you read my thoughts “ don't worry about dinner, we can send out for a pizzas later, after I have had time to wind down” “you've had a bad day?” I ask. “Busy, but not bad” you answer with a laugh, then continue “ look you carry on what you are doing, i'll be there soon, love you my sweetheart, bye for now” you are gone before I get time to reply. Half an hour and you will be home, you are coming home to me. Even now after nearly three years I still get a thrill of knowing you are my Master. I reach up and touch my day collar, the one you had made for me, plain silver, but so beautiful. I think back to the collaring nearly two years ago now, and then smile as I think of our wedding. I let out a giggle, as I think I was the one who did not really want a wedding, and yet being your wife as well as your submissive has made me so complete. I save my work and turn off the computer. I look in the mirror, my hair and make up look ok but I reapply the red lipstick you like, and I freshen my perfume. I still wear the same perfume as I did when we first met. I walk into our bedroom, and look around at the large metal-framed bed, at the chest of drawers placed close to the bed that contains our toys; I close the curtains, and put on the spotlights over the bed. I take out some red silk scarves I have made and tie them to each corner of the bed.I walk down stairs and out of my sewing box I get the extra long roll of red ribbon I bought thinking of your birthday, but your coming home tonight early, well, tonight I will give you the present early. I open the front door and tie the ribbon through the letterbox onto the door handle, so you will see the large red bow as soon as you arrive home. I then take the ribbon and wrap it around the banister at the bottom of the stairs; I walk up the stairs bringing the ribbon with me, winding it around the top of the stair banister and then onto the door of the bedroom. I leave the end dangling and quickly undress. I take my bra and run down the stairs and hang it onto the bottom stair banister by the ribbon an then at the top of the stairs I put my knickers. I go into the bed room and hang a small, twin tailed whip that we both like, onto the outside of the door and tie the ribbon into a large bow. The end of the ribbon reaches the bed. I take out nipple clamps and put them on. Looking at the clock I see I must work quick. I take off the clamps and struggle to tie the leather straps around the base of each breast, and then reapply the clamps. I take two more items out of the drawer and lay on the bed. I tie the ribbon to my ankle and lay the silk scarves in position ready for you to tie me with, if that is what you choose. I look around the room. It is in darkness, except for the gentle spotlights over the bed, the red of the scarf and ribbons stand out on the plain white quilt. I put on the red blindfold I have taken from the drawer and put on the other item, the main surprise. I lay back my heart beating fast, ready for my Master. I hear the car pull up, I lay still, I hear you open the front door and I spread my arms and legs so they are touching the scarves. I hear you at the foot of the stairs, “very nice my submissive” I hear you say, and then I hear your footsteps on the stair. I hear you stop at the top, “mmm you have been wearing these” I take it you have found my knickers and I blush as I imagine you smelling them. I then hear you open the bedroom door. “Very nice, very good my submissive” your voice is calm and sensual. You touch my ankle taking off the ribbon; you tie first one ankle then the other with the red scarf. You move to the head of the bed, taking one hand you tie my wrist and then touch my breasts. “ they could have been tighter “ you say tweaking the leather strap around my breast. I feel the delectable pain run down from my nipple to my clit as you flick at the nipple clamps. “Well my submissive I am pleased” You move to the other side of the bed and kiss my hand before you tie my other hand. You bend and kiss my forehead then my blindfold “yes my love, I approve, very nice” you then touch the main surprise, the ball gag I have put on myself. We have used a scarf as a gag, and I am just starting to accept it, but the ball gag you had bought me I have never worn. You always said I would be ready one day, and some how today seemed right. I lay there waiting. “Well my submissive, I really need to shower” your voice is strong and authoritive, with a slight teasing element in it. “You don't mind waiting do you?” I don't like being tied and left, I fear it. I hear you move and the bedroom door closes. My heart sinks. I must remain calm until you return. A minute passes then two, then swoosh, the twin tail flicks across my stomach, leaving two red stripes on the white skin. You had not left me. “Yes my submissive you please me and you will be well rewarded tonight” my Masters voice is filled with love. I know the night will be all I expected and more, even after three years of being together my Master still makes me feel so special, I love Him more than ever. One day my darling

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