It has been a long day. One of those days where all you want to do is go home, stare into space, and just zone out completely. At least, for ordinary folks, that is.

I know I have a much better way of relieving stress, tension, pressure, annoyance, and any other sort of contrivance at home, waiting patiently and eagerly. It’s a special kind of privilege to even have this thing, to be able to hold it in my hands, grasp it, to know that it’s mine and mine alone.

I look at myself in the rear-view mirror. The drive home could be described as nothing but mind numbing, and any stress I was holding in my face has melted into apathy. I fasten up my tie, having loosened it the moment I stepped out of the office. One must look good in order to inspire the proper level of respect and admiration that comes with the role. Both professionally, and personally. I glance at myself one last time, and swing out of the car.

With deep, purposeful steps, I stride towards the front door. Almost like a sensor, the light in the landing switches on, gently illuminating the few steps that I must walk up to get to the heavy oaken door. I slide my key into the door, and swing it open.

In front of me, a familiar, yet never unwanted sight greets me. You. Kneeling down on the polished floor. Clad in nothing but black, lacey lingerie that hugs your body and accentuates your every curve. And how could I forget the collar around your neck that you so proudly display. I watch as your lips part open, the sweet sound of your voice filling the space around me.

“Welcome home Sir.”

“Thank you Angel. I trust you had a good day?”

“Yes Sir. But I was so lonely without you Sir. So… desperate”

I can’t help but grin when I hear that. You’re such a good girl. You’re always ready to greet me at the door, always wearing something (if anything) that gets my heart racing, my blood pumping. I crouch down, grabbing your chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting back your head so that your eyes gaze straight into mine. I could get lost in them. Another time perhaps.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” I whisper.

You nod eagerly.

“And because of that fact, I know you’ll do exactly what I need you to do after the day I just had”

I stand up straight, and before I can even open my mouth, I feel your hands sliding up my legs, making their way straight to my crotch. I smirk, knowing just how obedient you are and how fast you’ve taken to this role. I did, after all, train you well. My cock is throbbing with anticipation, even the few seconds it takes you to loosen my belt and unzip my fly feel like an eternity. “I’ve been waiting for this all day Sir. Let your good little pet take care of you” you purr sweetly. You don’t mean to tease me, but every moment I spent without your lips wrapped around me is agonising. Before I can even bark out an order, you grab my length with one soft hand, and run your tongue along the tip, back and forth. I let out a groan, the stress that had been building up inside me already beginning to dissipate. With one hard, I grab a fistful of your hair, pushing your face towards my cock.

Eagerly, and like the good girl you are, you open your mouth wide and slide the length of my dick along your tongue, taking it all the way. I feel your warm breath on my tip, your tongue flicking along the bottom of my shaft. Your eyes begin to tear up, and I let you slide back. A quick gasp of air is all you need, before you launch yourself back on like you’re starving. You look absolutely beautiful, your head bobbing back and forth, sucking my cock just like a pro. You know just where to put your hands, just how to use your tongue and every other asset you have to make this feel like the best thing in the world.

“You’re such a good girl” I remark. You don’t even have to reply. You already know. I roll my head back, and let out a deep exhale. No matter how many times you suck my dick. No matter how many times we follow this song and dance. It always feels amazing. It feels better every time, almost as if it’s the first time once again. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of this feeling.

Suddenly, I feel my legs begin to tremble. My breath is speeding up. I can’t even tell how long we’ve been like this, all I know is that I'm about to cum. You can sense it too, you head bobbing faster and faster, your hand almost caressing the sweet release out of my.

“Fuckkk. Take all of my cum” I groan, as my cock twitches, shooting my load into your mouth. As you detach from my cock, I feel your tongue scraping along the bottom of my shaft, teasing out the last drops that you can. You’re such a greedy girl.

I look down, and lock eyes with you. With one gulp, you swallow all that I gave. And like the good girl you are, you open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue, proving that you didn’t waste a drop. I reach down and grab your hands, helping you to your feet.

“Great job Angel. But you know I can’t be satisfied with only one round” I say. You giggle and lean in close, and together we walk towards the bedroom, knowing that our routine, our perfect little habit, has only just begun.