Just look who's back from her summer holidays - my beloved slave, more disciplined, more obedient, and without a single mark on her body, indicating that she's been through some rough times. I can't help but wonder if she has forgotten her place or if being absent from my presence has made her mistress-worthy.
As she steps into my chamber, her eyes downcast in subservience, I decide to put her to the test. "You may raise your gaze, slave," I command, watching closely as her cheeks flush with the effort of obeying me so immediately after returning from her break.
Her lips part slightly as she looks up at me, revealing the collars she has worn lately; one around her neck and another around her wrist - confirming the stories about her time away. "I see you've been busy, slave," I muse aloud, my voice laced with both curiosity and anticipation.
Slowly, she unbuckles the collar around her neck and places it at my feet as expected. Then, hesitating only for a moment too long, she hesitates to take off the armband before realizing her mistake. In an instant, her hand moves swiftly to undo the second buckle, revealing the delicate skin underneath.
"Remove the collar as well, slave," I order firmly, enjoying how she trembles slightly under my gaze. With shaking hands, she undoes the pin and lifts the leather off, laying it gently beside the neck-collar.
Now standing before me, she is naked except for her own skin - a sight that sends a shiver down my spine. "Come here, slave," I say slowly, feeling the power surge through my veins as she approaches me hesitantly.
She kneels at my feet, her head bowed in submission. "Look at me, slave," I command softly; my voice barely above a whisper. Cautiously, she raises her gaze to meet mine once more, her pupils dilated with fear and excitement mixed together.
"Do you remember your place, slave?" I ask her gently, arching an eyebrow in anticipation. She swallows hard before nodding slowly. "Good," I murmur approvingly.
Leaning down, I reach out to stroke her cheek with my index finger, tracing the contours of her jawline softly. "Welcome back, slave," I whisper against her ear before pulling away to stand once more.
Turning away from her, I walk over to my vanity where a set of intricate restraints awaits us. Without turning around or saying anything further, I gesture for her to come over.
Reluctantly, she stands up and moves towards me, her movements slow and measured. As she stands before me again, I take hold of one end of the restraints, my fingers interlacing with hers before leading her hands behind her back.
"Keep your arms raised, slave," I instruct calmly as I fastens the leather cuff around her wrists securely, knowing that she'll be vulnerable from now on. Satisfied with my work, I step back, admiring the view of my former submissive now reduced to a state of supreme vulnerability.
"I have missed you, slave," I confess softly, running my gaze over her body once more. "And now that you're back, I intend to make up for lost time." Stepping forward once again, I allow my fingers to trace delicately over the welts left by countless sessions before moving in closer to nip playfully at one of her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from deep within her throat.
"Good girl," I praise her before moving on to explore other parts of her body, taking in the subtle changes that have occurred while she was away. My fingers run through her soft hair, down her flat stomach and over her curvaceous hips, teasing and tantalizing every inch of her skin.
Desire bubbles up within me, threatening to consume me whole. Soon enough, I can't resist any more. With a growl, I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back forcefully, feeling her warm throat pulse under my grip.
"You are mine, slave," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "And you will never forget it again."
