Finally finished work. Heading home now. Up for some games if you’re interested. :)

If Andrea Maurer was feeling even vaguely unmotivated to ensure the townhouse was perfect for her lover’s return, Mariam’s texts were all the spur she needed, and the beautiful redhead finished wiping down the kitchen in record time before stepping back to examine her handiwork. The kitchen clean, the dishes washed, the bed made, the carpet vacuumed, the laundry done, the groceries attended to… Methodically, she went through every task in her mind, the realization she’d addressed everything bringing a smile to her full red lips.

Another woman might have resented spending her Saturday dealing with the domestic chores while her partner was at work, but Andrea didn’t mind. They needed to be done, she was a woman who liked to be productive even outside the office, and with Mariam spending a full six days a week running the bakery and dealing with the many responsibilities that came with it, anything she could do to lighten her lover’s burdens was entirely worth it. Besides, isn’t that what a good slave does? Tends to the needs of her Mistress? she jokingly reminded herself, biting her lower lip in anticipation of the pleasures to come. Saturday evenings were devoted to each other and their mutual passions, and some hard work looking after the house in the daytime was nothing if it ensured there’d be no distractions once Mariam finally returned home.

The mere thought of that homecoming was enough to send shivers of delight down the redhead’s spine, and not for the first time, Andrea marvelled at how hard and fast she’d fallen in love with Mariam. She was the perfect partner; honest, affectionate, hard-working, generous, supportive, understanding… not to mention extremely beautiful, their every moment spent together to be cherished. Her life before she ducked into Kamal’s Baked Goods that blustery October afternoon seemed colourless and dismal by comparison, like some old photograph left faded by the passage of time until nothing remained, and as ever, she vowed that she would never take that love or trust for granted, that Mariam would always be able to rely on her no matter the circumstances.

And that was before they brought their kinky games into the equation. Andrea had trusted Mariam enough to admit her love of bondage, her eagerness to be controlled and used, and that trust had been repaid a thousand times over. Indeed, for all she loved her work in the civil service and for all she’d put into her career, there were moments of lustful madness when she dreamed of becoming Mariam’s slave for real, so overwhelming was their passion, so perfect was the dark-haired beauty as a Mistress. To be bound and gagged and leashed and spanked and ravished… A moan of eager pleasure escaped past Andrea’s lips at the notion, shapely thighs quivering with excitement.

In that moment, her course was decided. Stepping into the master bedroom, the redhead quickly stripped off the plain white t-shirt and blue silk pyjama pants she wore when lounging about the house. Her black satin bra and panties went next, and diligent as ever, Andrea made certain to gather up her discarded clothes in a neat little pile before proceeding. Now naked as a new-laid egg, she strode over to the spare closet where their bondage equipment was kept, and blue eyes widened with delight at the various bonds, gags, outfits and toys Mariam had left so neatly organized. Ah, the agony of choice, she mused, taking a moment to consider her options. A blindfold, I think. As for the gag…

Then her eyes fell upon a black leather panel gag, the interior surface boasting a silicone phallus perfect for filling her mouth and stifling her helpless cries. Smiling, Andrea took it from its designated rack, along with a blindfold of shaped black leather, but otherwise left the closet’s contents untouched. She and Mariam had long agreed that while gagging herself was acceptable, actual self-bondage was simply too risky without the other present, and she had no intention of breaking that promise. Besides, it wasn’t up to the slave to dictate to the Mistress how she should be bound, and not knowing what exactly was in store for her made the experience all the more thrilling.

Her choices made, Andrea moved into the living room and knelt in front of the coffee table, facing the door so that her naked glory was the first thing her lover would see when she arrived. The gag was next, and the redhead moan lustfully as the imitation phallus slid into place, a few moments spent tightening the buckles behind her head leaving the leather perfectly moulded to the contours of her lower face and her voice reduced to helpless mewls and grunts. “Mmmppgghh…”

Finally, Andrea donned the blindfold, breath hitching in her throat as darkness shrouded her vision, and then it was done. “Mmmppgghhh…” she groaned once more, blood thundering in her ears, and a hand darted towards her apex, becoming slick with feminine honey in the space of moments. “Mmmmpggghhh!” Her other hands began fondling her perfect breasts, and in her mind’s eye, she saw Mariam seizing her from behind, breath hot and lustful as she groped her, punished her, claimed her… “MMMPPGGHHH!”

For this was only the beginning. There would be bonds and toys, warm caresses and harsh spanks, pleasure and pain and perfect bliss. For Mariam Kamal knew just how to treat her favourite slave, and Andrea counted down each moment until she arrived, a perfect slave for the perfect woman…