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Adele quickly rose, a piece of strawberry falling from her thigh, and the juices from the various fruits running down her body. Her heart still racing adrenaline still flooding her system. As she leaves the dining area, the other slaves quickly and efficiently start to clear the table. She could tell the others have done this before, their movements almost choreographed, like a dance. Any other day she'd want watch them- beautiful, graceful & silent in their movements.
As she made her way down the dimly lit corridor, she could help but being curious as she passes each door, she wonders just how many others are staying at the castle.
As she entered their chamber, she notices the bed has been turned down, her suitcases emptied, and her clothes hanging in the closet next to His. She takes a moment to survey the rest of the room, the elegant design, french provincial but with a modern twist. Mainly white, dark gray with punches of cranberry red throughout the room.
She quickly went to the bathroom, eager to get the fruit juices, now starting to dry & stick on her skin, off. Laid out on the bathroom vanity she found her hair clip, and she quickly pulled her hair into a loose bun on the top of her head, her dark hair framing her face.
Getting in the showering, her mind racing about what to expect. Afterwards, she performed the ritual she knows by heart. After all this time, the scent of her lavender lotion reminded her of His will and her submission to him. Funny how previously mundane grooming became an event knowing that it pleases Him. As she expertly fixed her makeup and brushed her long hair until it was shining, her thoughts drifting through countless scenarios and the hundreds of discussions she and Master had.
Knowing that she has prepared herself, she quickly exited the bath, and went to the bed. There she found a deep blue, diaphanous silk piece of material - to call it a dress, would be generous. The material almost perfectly matched her eyes, and she knew it would look perfect against her milky pale skin.
She held it up, trying to figure out how to put the dress on. It was shaped like a T, the base of the T ties at the neck, and the bars of the T wrapp about the body, barely covering her, leaving her back completely bare. Two knots, one at the neck and one gathering the material at her waist. She used the full length mirror near the bed to adjust the material. The ‘skirt’ so short, it makes her legs look miles long. As she surveys herself, she smiles realizing if she was naked she would probably feel more clothed. The light behind her, making it evident that the dress wasn’t for modesty, in certain light, her form was completely visible. She shook her hair, allowing it to gently rest on her shoulders, and flowing down her back.
She knew that she couldn’t have been any more prepared than she was at this moment. Her goal is to please Him, and there was nothing else she could think of to do at that moment. As she was losing herself in thought, wondering if she’s missed anything, she hears the door click open.
One Week for Sir is a multi part, multi author series sponsored by the Garden Theater and presented by the generous authors who have agreed to give their time and talent to this group endeavor We thank them.
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