Staying Up

Master's work keeps him out until the wee hours of the morning on the weekends. Often shayla will have an early day the next morning, so isn't able to stay up on those nights as she'd prefer to. Last night was an exception to the norm though. She'd gotten off her own work late, came home and did her duties; journal entry, blog entry, cleaned the kitchen as she'd not had time to before work. Shayla's never been a night owl, so being widely alert at 1:30 was unusual. She made use of the opprotunity to its fullest extent.

The house needed picking up some, so she spent some time on that. Master'd been ill the past 3 days so shayla's not had the opprotunity to maintain the home as she normally would. So last night's opportunity was welcome. It doesn't take long to straighten this living space. Afterwards she took some time to prepare herself for him. Nails, makeup, hair. It's always been a bit strange to shayla to pretty herself up in the middle of the night but it certainly is relaxing. A couple candles and an incense lit after she'd gotten herself together, a glass taken from the cupboard for the drink she knows he'll be wanting when he settles.

By then it was close to 2:30 and shayla settled down at his computer to catch up on some reading and wait. After reading for a few minutes she leaned the chair back and stretched out, closing her eyes for just a moment. Predictably enough, she wound up half-asleep in a couple minutes.

Not long afterwards the hears the door open and shut as he walks into the door. It takes shayla a couple seconds to orient herself to the situation when she wakes, so it was that long before she slipped from the chair and knelt, palms and head to the floor.

[Hah! She has no clue. I was home for a good bit, maybe five minutes, before she stirred. I was kicking off my boots, hanging up my jacket and keys, getting a drink from the fridge, etc., while she slumbered away in my chair. I called her name several times, and made no effort NOT to wake her, was in fact a bit noisy, but shayla is a heavy sleeper. The oddest part was the position she fallen asleep in. My computer chair reclines and has a seperate ottoman. There she was, stretched out like a lazy cat. On her back, turned slightly toward the door, arms up and over the back of the fully reclined chair, wrists crossed as if they were bound, bare legs, crossed at the ankles, stretched out onto the ottoman, her hair and makeup perfect, candles and incense burning, wearing nothing but a tee shirt and her collar, with the former being not quite long enough to cover her more clenchy parts. :-) She was angled in such a way that the perfect vantage would be immediately inside the door I had to enter. She looked exactly as if she was posing for a cheesecake shot. Beautiful. And stone-cold asleep. :-) I was in fact reaching for my camera when she startled awake, I suspect from my having to come within a foot or so of her to get the camera of my desk. Her eyes blinked wide in an instant of fear and disorientation - then as recognition set in, she dove for the carpet. - Marcus ]

He put his things away and took the chair that shayla'd been keeping warm for him, and she straightened to remove his boots and socks. Master stands a great deal at his job so he always likes his feet rubbed after work. It's always a relaxing time for both of us. Often we talk, but just as often we don't, simply the slutling rubbing his feet and Master working on the computer, catching up to news, e-mail, and so forth. Last night we talked about his work, a friend of shayla's, and laughed about a thing or two on a blog that Master was reading. When she'd done with his feet shayla laid down on the floor by the chair, licking and kissing his feet before resting her head on them (bare feet get cold, you know, and shayla's a part-time foot-warmer ;-) ). We spent the remainder of the time relatively quiet.

Master would occasionally trail a finger or hand along shayla's back, ass, and thighs, just enough so to keep her alert and half-aroused. Teasing her and letting her beg for more of the same. Though both of us knew he wouldn't allow anything last night. He likes shayla to be continually simmering, and as he's stated before, Master's a morning type of man. A while longer on the computer and shayla is ordered to crawl to the bedroom, he turning out the light as he follows her in. She settled at his feet, at first wrapping herself around them as she normally does. But Master ordered her to him, and she spent some time paying lip service to areas other than his feet before we both fell asleep, shayla's head resting against his hip.

A very enjoyable middle of the night. Shayla woke up fully sick this morning, she doesn't know how much of her illness due to staying up past what she's used to. But she considers it worth it. These midnight times Master and shayla spend together are special to her.

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