Here's a little story / fantasy I wrote a while back, reflecting my own desires:
It's been a long day; not bad, just long, and you're glad to be home finally, even if there are a few chores to do.
Once you step inside, you glance over to see Master reading the newspaper. Before a greeting even passes your lips, however, he speaks: "Go upstairs to my bedroom, get in position, and wait for me there." He doesn't even look up.
Your heart skips a beat, and you find yourself almost running up the stairs, shedding clothes as you go. You don't toss them aside; as Master has taught you to either place your clothes in a neat pile, or in the hamper when disrobing. This time, you choose the hamper.
Once you are comfortably naked, you kneel at the foot of Master's bed, your knees slightly parted, your rear on your ankles, your back straight and your arms behind you, crossed gently at the wrists. You cast your eyes downward, take a deep breath, relax and wait. This is your 'position;' you've been practicing it since you started your training and it's almost become instinctive. You've learned unconsciously to associate it with your submission, and just being put there fills you with anticipation and excitement.
It always seems longer than it actually is when you have to wait, but after just a few cleansing breaths keep you from getting too excited, you hear Master's foot falls coming up the stairs. In a moment, He's behind you, over you and around you. He runs His hands down your bare skin, wordlessly, before dipping his hand down between your thighs. Cupping your moist, bare mound, He dips a finger inside of you for a sample of your juices. You gasp and shiver as he touches each of your firm nipples, leaving a dab of your sexual fluid on each, cold with the evaporation.
Master smiles and kisses the top of your head, then sits down in His chair. He pulls His feet up and rests them on your shoulder, using you as a footrest while he checks his e-mail. You know better than to do anything but wait, and try your best not to make any noise or move while under his feet, though a few little grunts and gasps escape your lips.
After what seems like another long bit of silence, broken only by the sounds of the computer, He sets it aside and stands again. He approaches your kneeling form and audibly sniffs in your direction, "Smells like some one's gotten herself all worked up."
You flush red in embarrassment, and reply, "I can't help it, Master."
He smiles in return: "I know," he says, simply, as he grabs a handful of your hair. He pulls, hard, moving you up and out of position and then tugs you down, face-first, onto the His bed. You cry out at the tug, and then whimper softly as you are pushed against the soft sheets. Behind you, you hear Master pulling down His pants as he grumbles, "Get comfy. Time to get fucked."
You adjust yourself slightly getting more comfortable as instructed, and raising your ass in the air in an eager and wanton display for Master. He swipes a hand across your displayed sex, brushing lightly against puffy lips, and he parts them, before pushing his hard, turgid shaft into your needy folds. He leans down over you and whispers into your ear, "Mine."
Another shiver washes through you and more small noises come from your mouth. He wraps some of your hair around His hand and murmurs fiercely, "Don't forget, girl. I know your secret. I know you're not like regular people. You're a whore, a slut, an object of my possession. A thing I own."
And then He begins to thrust, even as you reply with an acknowledgement of the truth of His statement, and groan of thanks for His member inside of you.
He holds you tight, one hand against your head and the other against your naked flesh as Master uses you. It's obvious by the way He grunts out his pleasure, and slams himself hard into you that He's only seeking His own pleasure today. You clench inside, flush with pleasure, as you attempt to help Him reach His peak. Master pushes into you again and again. You may orgasm yourself, or you may not, He doesn't seem to care, His pants and grunts reaching your ear. Finally, He explodes into you, crying out, howling even in His triumph, proclaiming the girl underneath Him as His own.
He holds himself inside of you as he comes down from that orgasm, smiling and stroking your bare back, enjoying the feeling of being inside, until the erection subsides and He slips out. Master wipes his shaft on your leg, and then stands up. "Go on and get your chores done now. You can wear an apron, but no other cleaning up. Need to show off what a whore you are." Again you feel that deep blush cover your cheeks, as you thank Master for the fucking, and quickly make your way off to your other duties.
