Daniel sits on his knees by Mistress's chair waiting patiently for her to get home. She hasn't graced him with her presence in a week. He hears her combat boots hitting the pavement outside the front door. He tenses slightly, remembering what happened during their last session. Mistress walks through the front door, happy to see her little boy exactly where she wants him. She smiles and hangs her coat by the door. Looking at him, with his big blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, she speaks to him. "Hello, Daniel. Good to see you can follow orders."

He looks up at her quickly and says quietly, "Thank you Ma'am. Hello." He looks back down at the ground. She sits in her chair and begins unlacing her boots. She slides them off her feet and pops her toes, sighing contentedly. She looks Daniel up and down, thinking to herself, "He is being very good so far today." His cockring is in place and his arms are clasped lightly behind his back.

Reaching out to stroke his hair softly, his neck arches back to push his hair, more firmly into her hand. She laughs and pulls on the silky strands. "Daniel, be a good little boy. You know what to do." "Yes ma'am" he says clearly. He leans down a slowly licks the top of her foot.