Part One: Preparations
I must prepare. You may come today. I rush home from work, already anticipating the possibilities of the evening.
Through the door and straight the to voice mail- there is no message, but that means nothing. Off to the bedroom. I quickly undress, mentally running through my wardrobe, contemplating what I will wear for you tonight. Silk? Lace? What will your mood be?
The shower is hot and I begin by soaping the curves of my body. Sliding my hands over and around each curve and swell of my needy flesh. My skin is smooth and slippery. I imagine your hands where mine have been. My heart quickens. I reach for my razor.
Shaving. My legs, my sex, under my arms. Every speck of excess hair removed to your specific instructions. Careful not to nick or scrape, each stroke of the razor is purposely pulled across my now red skin. Extra care is taken on my feminine parts. The tuft of hair you like to see is trimmed in neat and tidy precision. I know I will be inspected. You accept nothing less than perfection. Do you know what care I take? Do you care?
I wash my hair with lightly scented shampoo. You commented once on how you loved the smell of my hair, and I have kept that brand for you ever since. As I massage the rich lather into my long tresses I consider how I will style it for you. Pulled up in tight roll? Or cascading down my back in large ringlet like curls that fall forward when you bend me over...
I briskly rub myself dry with a huge fluffy towel. Careful to get each crease of my flesh. I pay a bit of special attention to the place between my legs. Was that for you or for me? I wonder, and I smile to myself. Next the mild scented peach body lotion. Again I am slippery and my full breasts pop out of my hands as the lotion is kneaded into them. I think of your hands again, my nipples are hard. The blowdryer turns on and my hair is soon a gleaming mass of chestnut curls. Full, silky, luxurious. You will enjoy pulling on it tonight.
I have decided on satin. An emerald green bustier trimmed in black lace. The garter straps in black lace will go well with a pair of sheer black nylon stockings and my four-inch black patent leather heels. My legs will look long and my ass will look tight. Just the way you like me. No panties of course. I wouldn't dream of it. The punishment I would get for that would not be fun - not at this point in my training. Hmm, I have become wet while I dress for you. I chuckle. I will be more ready for you than I expected.
I trace my eyes with a deep green liner and black mascara, it gives my eyes a dramatic mysterious look. My lips are red, the exact shade of my well manicured nails. Small diamond studs for my ears. My neck I leave bare, you will add a collar if you choose to.
I turn to the full length mirror in my bedroom. Will the woman I see reflected please you? I adjust my cleavage so that I am almost overflowing in the cups of the bustier, fluff my hair, and carefully pull apart two lashes that have stuck together. Will you be looking for luxury tonight or should I have become demure and discrete? I may find out. I may not. The phone has not rung, and I have not heard your car.
Keeping my legs straight I feel the pull as I reach to the bottom drawer of my dresser. I gather your favourite toys in my arms and bring them to the living room. On the coffee table in a perfectly balanced display I place the toys of my torture and delight. A crop, a flogger, the red ball gag, 2 pair of leather cuffs, a spreader bar and a choice of two collars. A thin one with an O-ring in the front that buckles in the back and the thicker one with rings all the way around, that locks with a small silver lock. You like variety.
I am ready. I have prepared my body, my toys and I now prepare my mind. I look around the living room, deciding where I should be to great you. Will you prefer that I kowtow for you, or should I stand, legs spread, for an immediate inspection? I want to be perfect, I want to make the evening perfect for you.
I turn on the stereo, selecting a disc of yours you left here once. It's surprisingly mellow, and is exactly what I was looking for. I dim the lights then light the candles that are placed all over my living room. The mood I have set is rich and decadent. When you get here, if you get here, you will be the Master and I will be the slave. This will be your world to command.
I sit at my dining room table, sipping a glass of white wine. I wait for you.
