The Perfect Toy
"Violet! I'm back."
I heard the hydraulics of the garage door closing as Master called out. The heavy downpour outside had masked the sound of his return until now. My feet scurried as fast as my precarious stiletto heels would allow. My neck chain jingled noisily as I made my way to the washing room hallway and the entrance from the garage.
Master had just taken off his dress shoes and put them away when I arrived. His eyes were exhausted but smiling as he met mine.
Closing the distance between us, he wrapped his strong arms around my thin shoulders for a familiar hug. "Dinner smells wonderful," he grinned at the aroma that filled the house as his large hand gave me a familiar hair-ruffle. I had spent a good portion of this afternoon making his favorite lasagna, and as
