It's in the dead of night when a key silently turns in the front door's lock, a soft click.

And no, it isn't an intruder. It's just Simon.

He slowly walks in, dropping his duffle bags, stripping himself of his helmet and his skull patterned balaclava with an exhausted huff.

It's been so long since he's been in the safety of your home with the scented candles and fuzzy rugs, a touch that brings him the comfort of home.

Slowly, he treads up the stairs, and walks down the short hallway to open the bedroom door.

He's been waiting for this moment, where he can finally sink into the plush mattress and sleep, for months.

You're lying in the sheets, curled up beneath them, and he begins to undress so he can finally go to sleep.

It's been months since he's seen you last, and he's missed his woman.

He's whipped like cattle for you.