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The front door closed behind Maxine as she entered the house, and she couldn't even make it to the table to set her keys down before she seemingly collapsed on the floor. Why did she feel this way... everything had been fine just last night with Master.... She couldn't help but whimper there on the carpet, needing Master right then.. Only He could make her feel better this time.
She lay for a while before forcing herself up and going into their bedroom to change. She removed her gray blazer and white camisole, then her gray pencil skirt and pantyhose to trade them for a pair of Master's sweatpants, and one of His teeshirts. Just being able to smell Him and feel close to Him helped a lot, and she found the strength to tidy up around their little home so that He wouldn't have any reason to worry about those things when He got home.
She finally glanced at the clock five minutes until He usually arrived home, so she knelt by the door with her head down and waited.. and waited..
He was rarely late home.. Was He angry with her for snapping at Him this morning? Had He decided to stay out and not tell her? The thoughts that flooded her mind now only made her feel sick. Her Master wouldn't keep her in the dark about where he was... He never wanted her to worry, and do exactly what she was doing now...
The familiar sound of His car in the driveway forced her eyes back up, and she was relieved to hear Him as His key turned in the lock. The door opened, and Master stood there with a brown bag in His hand, and a smile on his face.
"Maxine, I brought burgers home so you wouldn't have to worry about dinner." He reached down to pet her, but the way she was dressed, and the look on her face told Him that something was wrong.
Sanket set the bag on the table and knelt next to His wife, then lifted her chin up to look at Him.
"What is it Sweetheart..?" He asked her gently.
"Master... I was bad today... I had a rough morning and snapped at You, and then at work I was having very dark thoughts and wanted to hurt Your toy.. What's worse is I don't even understand why...." She cried, looking down again.
"Shh... come here baby...." He pulled her close to His chest and tried to soothe her, stroking her hair gently and whispering softly in her ear.
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She lay for a while before forcing herself up and going into their bedroom to change. She removed her gray blazer and white camisole, then her gray pencil skirt and pantyhose to trade them for a pair of Master's sweatpants, and one of His teeshirts. Just being able to smell Him and feel close to Him helped a lot, and she found the strength to tidy up around their little home so that He wouldn't have any reason to worry about those things when He got home.
She finally glanced at the clock five minutes until He usually arrived home, so she knelt by the door with her head down and waited.. and waited..
He was rarely late home.. Was He angry with her for snapping at Him this morning? Had He decided to stay out and not tell her? The thoughts that flooded her mind now only made her feel sick. Her Master wouldn't keep her in the dark about where he was... He never wanted her to worry, and do exactly what she was doing now...
The familiar sound of His car in the driveway forced her eyes back up, and she was relieved to hear Him as His key turned in the lock. The door opened, and Master stood there with a brown bag in His hand, and a smile on his face.
"Maxine, I brought burgers home so you wouldn't have to worry about dinner." He reached down to pet her, but the way she was dressed, and the look on her face told Him that something was wrong.
Sanket set the bag on the table and knelt next to His wife, then lifted her chin up to look at Him.
"What is it Sweetheart..?" He asked her gently.
"Master... I was bad today... I had a rough morning and snapped at You, and then at work I was having very dark thoughts and wanted to hurt Your toy.. What's worse is I don't even understand why...." She cried, looking down again.
"Shh... come here baby...." He pulled her close to His chest and tried to soothe her, stroking her hair gently and whispering softly in her ear.
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