Hey you.

I’ve missed you all day.

You’re knocking off early?

Have you left the car park yet?

Do me a favour? Take off those work pants of yours.

Yes.

Yes, you’re driving home in those lilac lacy panties that you know make me fucking, achingly hard.

They’re what?

Violet? Okay, don’t you be a fucking sassbrat — just take off your pants. I’ll wait.

Are they off?

Good.

Because I said so.

Because I like it when you squirm — and you like it too, so stop giving me cheek and run that hand along your adorable fucking slit.

There’s a good pet.

Oh goodness. Someone sounds a little soaked and turned on. Is it the rain outside? Does pup want to get naked and dance out under it?

I tell you what. You can when you come home. Now, you’re going to pull that delicious fabric up between your slit. Good pup.

I’m going to be vulgar because that’s the word that comes mind — coat hanger that gorgeous cunt of yours on those panties. I can’t keep my hands off my cock.

Thinking of how I want to suck on those smooth lips of yours.

God. Do I want to devour you.

Oh please. Feel free to moan.

And get driving. Traffic might be crazy.

I’ll be here in this realm of ours, I’m not going anywhere.

Oh my hand is on my cock, don’t you worry. I think I’ll edge till you come home and—- People might be looking?

How exciting. Let’s hope there’s no big fuck off cars then hey? Keep posting for me, pet slave.

Let me tell you how it’s going to.

You’re going to glide those lovely fingers of yours under your panties and along your slit.

You’re going to play — best you can, I know safety is paramount - until you pull on our drive way.

No, they’re not home.

It’s a quiet street so far.

When you get home, you may put your pants on but when you get to that front door, where that pillar hides us away, you’re going to undress and walk on through.

Then and only then will you be able to come for me.

After I come over your tits myself.

Oh please. Keep whining like a needy, greedy cumslut. It only makes me want to tease you for longer.

Pout all you like, sassbrat. But tell me this?

Who owns you? Louder.

LOUDER. Who. Owns. You?

There’s a good pup.