…She dropped the silk robe and opened the shower door, stepping into the sauna like heat and letting it envelope her. Her thoughts, as always, focused on how best to please Him. She took up the soap and the slightly roughened loofah and began to lather her body; thinking of polishing it, making certain her skin would be smooth and tempting to His touch. Tilting her head back she massaged the lightly scented shampoo through her long tresses, knowing He much preferred the subtle clean scents to overly perfumed one, a smile lighting her face as she stepped back into the heated stream of water letting it roll over her skin, rinsing completely and enjoying the warmth, hoping she would bring a smile to His face today. She turned, allowing another moment of heat over her skin before turning off the water, stepping wet from the shower and grabbing the thirsty towel from its rack. Drying every inch of her skin she thought again of the pride in His gaze when she met His eye, she lived for that.
Standing before the mirror in her wardrobe she pulled the lingerie for the day from the drawers, sliding the peach silk up over her hips, smiling as she glanced at herself, pulling the matching chemise over her full breasts, closing her eyes and thinking what relish He used when undressing her. It was one of His greatest pleasures to slowly unwrap her, knowing she took the time and effort to willingly and eagerly search for the garments that most would please Him. She sat and hummed softly as she pulled the opaque stockings up and secured them at her thighs, knowing the garter belt would please Him. She slid across the wardrobe to her jewelry drawer and removed her silver chain and the drop earrings that matched, the color bringing a sparkle to her ivory skin, and a light against her fiery tresses.
She smiled softly as she pulled the dress from her wardrobe, so many wouldn’t have liked it but she, like Him thought the classics never really went out of style, it just took a very specific attitude to wear them well. She stepped into the dropped waist linen garment with a tingle going up her spine knowing HE would enjoy unzipping it down the back. She reached and pulled the zipper, loving the way the dress molded to her curves and the silk undergarments kissed her skin. She smiled again at the reflection in the mirror, He would like the new dress with its “retro” cut, high neck, demure front with a keyhole opening above her breasts, fitted waist and lightly flared hips, falling to just above her ankles at the floor, and the soft colors highlighted the glow on her skin. Pastels were hard for her to wear if they were of the wrong color, but the soft mint greens and pale pinks on the floral imprints of the dress were perfect. She stepped into her classic heeled pumps and twirled slightly to ensure the ensemble did justice to HIM, then smiling she went to dry and comb her hair, pulling it up today into a riot of fire on her head, controlled with just two pins, the wispy tendrils falling above her cheeks and over her ears just hinting at her impish spirit, she knew the pins wouldn’t last long, but the effect was important.
She applied her makeup sparingly, true beauty comes from within and thus needs little flourish, a bit of light mauve lipstick, matching gloss, a soft peach blush adding to the color of her cheeks, and the soft earth tones of her eye shadow, a touch of liner and mascara, without those her golden lashes were nearly invisible against the backdrop of her skin. She smiled. Straightened the room, and started downstairs, waiting with baited breath for Him, to see if she met with His approval for the day in public.
~closing the door she glanced at the bed where the nights clothing lay. The barely there black corset that pushed her breasts high and left the nipples exposed, the matching garter belt and ribbons that attached to their black diamond print silks , no underwear to block access to His property, and the final piece of the ensemble. The 6 inch stiletto heels with small silver chains lining the heel itself. They would match well with the silver body chain that Master attached to her collar, her nipples, naval and when he was in a mood even her clit. She shivered remembering the times he’d tugged her about by that chain. And to the side on the long dark wood of Masters dressing table lay the implements that had arrived just today. The plug and interchangeable tails, the posture collar, another set of cuffs. And a box she hadn’t dared open, she was unsure of its contents and the fact Master had decided something for her beyond what she’d known already had her wet beneath her day wear. With a soft shake she turned and slipped away shutting the door and letting her mind roam to what was in the box.
Walking down stairs to greet him she paused, thinking how wonderful it was to be his lady in public and his wanton slut and limitless slave in private........
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