Literature
A Chaste Slave (ch 2)
I put the finishing touches on Naomi's dinner, Mediterranean salmon with roasted potatoes, just as I got a text from her returning from the gym.
"Be home in 5 slave," the text said, accompanied by a gym selfie of her glistening with sweat, dressed in a matching lavender workout set. As always, she'd cropped the photo just before her divine ass came into frame; she firmly believed that my access, even visually, to her backside was best kept limited.
"Yes Goddess, you look stunning," I replied, not able to wait another second until she arrived home.
I sprung into action, knowing her expectations of me when she walked through the door. I made sure her meal was warmed up and set it at the table, accompanied by a perfectly chilled glass of water. As I'd been trained to do, I stripped off all my clothes, folded them, and placed them neatly to the side. I walked past the living room to the front door, bowed down with my forehead touching the ground next to her shoes. My cage made a definitive