... but you find the house empty.

You reach your home, but you find the house empty.

"Hello? Dave?", you call, once you reach the living room. But nobody answers. Strange. You check your watch. He should be home normally at this time. But there is of course always the chance that he had to work a bit longer. Both of you are quite keen on your careers, of course. Or is he still sulky because some of those last evenings didn't go exactly as he had in mind?

The maid should also be there, you realize. Or did she go to bed already?

You call for the girl and walk into the kitchen, but finally decide that if she really retired early, you don't want to disturb her.

Maybe Dave is fucking the maid, you think of a sudden. The thought should outrage you, but somehow it leaves you rather neutral. For a moment you wonder how that's possible, because, you and Dave, that was a match made in Heaven. But the thought quickly escapes your mind, and you are thinking of Steve instead.

If Dave is really fucking the maid, he can't object if you meet Steve, right?

You wonder what it must be like with a real "Master", and the thought again sends butterflies through your stomach. You realize that you have no idea. Just this... urge. This need to find out. As if opening some dark, rusty door in the cellar. You know that it's dangerous, but it could also be a treasure room. And the things Steve said about being free...

You walk over to your drawers and take out a pantyhose, sit on your bed and tie the panyhose tight round your ankles. It feels exhilarating. You long to tie your wrists as well, but you don't know how. So you drop the idea, and your hands start to roam your body, while you are struggling your legs in your fake bonds, trying to induce the feeling of helplessness. Your fingers circle your clit, and your left hand squeezes your own breasts as you sigh and moan, pleasuring yourself, raising your self-tied legs into the air. "Fuck me, Steve! Fuck me!", you mumble, moaning.

You have been so aroused the whole day that you cum really, really quickly. You didn't know that your body was capable of such intense and quick orgasms. You certainly don't have them with Dave. But Dave is of course also no "Master". He's just a silly kind and soft husband. Maybe you do need a real man to show you the meaning of real sex?

As you lie there, panting, you shortly wonder how all those fantasies suddenly have entered your mind and taken over in such a dominant way. You never had these kind of thoughts before. Then again... maybe you just suppressed them? That certainly must be it. Somehow, right now, you feel more liberated and more yourself than you ever remember before.

You drift into sleep.

During the night, you are dimly aware of Dave coming into the bed. You wonder where he was. You didn't hear the door and that one normally always wakes you up. Then again, you are really, really sleepy.

You fall asleep again.