The room was quiet, still, waiting. Slave was already in place when the door unlocked. The Master entered—sweat on his skin, bringing groceries he bought, with the steady breath from the run. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
Shoes were removed by the Slave mouth, placed aside. The slave stayed close, never out of reach. Even then he act like a rug to clean the Master’s feet.
In the bedroom, the man stretched across the bed, eyes on his screen, attention split between the glowing TV and his phone. The Slave stayed between the Master leg and sometimes licking to clean the Master’s whole body, doing what needed to be done, like always.
What a lovely night.
