He
knocked on the door at precisely 10 am as I had requested. As I made my way to the door, I was
instructed not to open it. “Can you hear
me?” he asked.
“Yes,
Sir.”
“Good. Now, take off your shoes, but leave on your stockings.”
I
did as I was told, the anticipation making me clumsy.
“Yes,
Sir. They are off, Sir.”
“Now
your dress. Be quick about it,
I don’t like for you to waste my time.”
I
stood in the doorway in the new bra and panties that I had bought just for this
occasion, hoping to please him. I felt
the quivers travel through my body and I began to tingle all over. I wish he would come in already!
“I
am ready for you, Sir”
“Good. Now, I want you to check your body. Is it ready for me? Are you clean? Are you wearing your collar? Do you smell good? Do you look beautiful? If I come in there and find ONE HAIR out of
place, you’ll pay for it.”
I
quickly checked myself, looking over my creamy skin. I tightened the collar He had given me because I belong to HIm. I gave my hair a quick tussle and threw open
the door, smiling, and ready for the first punishment.
Art: Waiting for a Master by *narsul-the-elf on deviantART
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