I pack my bag before bed, my shoes, my new flogger, candles, a lighter, lube, my wand, a glass dildo. At least if that’s sorted everything will run smoother in the morning.
The day arrives. His day, I’m His today, reaching for the phone to text Him almost before my eyes are fully open. I have my morning mapped out, tea and breakfast, bath and hair wash, a final check on how smooth my skin is – I shaved last night – checking for missed areas. I dry my hair and straighten it, leave it loose and put a clip in it while I dress.
I look at myself in the mirror, run my hands over my body, my nerves and excitement about the day are translating into a physical reaction, sensitive nipples and a tingle and tightening in my cunt. I can feel I’m wet, not dripping, nothing overt, but enough… I know I’m excited… My body knows it too…
Underwear on, reaching for the stockings that I had to ask to change at the last minute – I was nervous about reporting the chosen ones as damaged but again I really shouldn’t have been, at least maybe not this time. Smoothing them up my legs, checking the seams of the holdup section are towards the inner thigh, hidden to some extent. Stepping into the dress, elasticated, clinging, split to the crotch with a wrap over. Jewellery to enhance, light makeup. Flats on to drive. Charging cable in the bag.
A message reminding me to be there at 11. Yes Sir. Its half past 9 – I need to make a move, into the car, a final check. My phone rings – work! Oh no… I answer, I deal, I instruct – today is about me receiving instruction not giving it… more calls as I drive, preventing me relaxing and enjoying the anticipation, feeling stressed.
I’m there before I know it, still too early, I can’t arrive early, or late… I try to walk slowly, kill time by dawdling, sorting my bag out, straightening my hair, fixing my makeup, checking my phone, checking the room number – it’s there, right in front of me, the door taunting me, last chance my nerves say… no this is the best chance, my ego, pride and curiosity say… I enter… and my mouth runs, babbling, nervous, stressed, and apologetic… early… I need to decompress.
I can see You, then you speak, telling me I look nice, asking about what happened at work – your accent – not what I had imagined. I have no idea what I imagined but Scots wasn’t it. It fits you though, and I relax, enough to stop being a babbling idiot.
Heels on, finally complete and ready. May I…. plug my phone in… use the toilet…?? I don’t need permission for me, I ask for it anyway, today is Your day and I am Yours today. You indicate where to put the things I brought with me. I lay them out and return to the seat
Your first instruction ‘Come here’… it begins... suddenly I’m very alert.
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