Yes, Master

Preparing for this evening was something she had been thinking about for months. Finally, she would be presenting herself as the slave she was to the Master that she longed to pleased more so than any. Carefully going through the things in the closet, she thought of the things that he had mentioned before that pleased him, darker earth tones, dresses, preferably long, discarding immediately the high heels as it wasn\'t something that he liked. Of course, this would just be something to appear in at his door, it wasn\'t what she would be wearing to \'really\' present herself to him. For that, she would be utterly naked before him, not only without clothing, but in mind, body and soul.

Having carefully selected a simple, black dress, one that was sheer to touch and soft and flowing, she placed it on the door and thought for a moment. No underwear, that would not be acceptable, to hide what it is that would belong to him this evening and for that matter what had always belonged to him when it pleased him. She thought about a bra, and thought better against it. It was something that she would normally wear when going out into public, but she wanted more than anything to be utterly pleasing to him and if he demanded it, to strip before him, she wanted to be as he would expect of her, of a slave. This was something new to her in many aspects, normally to dress for an evening, she would give consideration to sexy underwear and a pleasing bra, but as she looked at the dress, she realized that would be the only thing keeping her body from his eyes, hands and anything else he wanted, if he desired it.

Grabbing a plush clean towel from the bathroom closet, she held it close against her bare flesh, intaking slowly from her nose at the smell of the freshness. She placed it on the sink and proceeded to open the cabinet underneath. Her pale eyes shifting to look for her Summer\'s Eve douche as trembling hands grasped the bottle firmly. Noticing the shaking in her hands, she took a deep breathe and exhaled through her parted lips. She thought back to the time she lost her virginity and to the time she was first used sexually as a slave. Neither compared to the anxiety she felt today, nothing would honestly prepare her for this, for kneeling before the Master that made her heart race at simply seeing his name appear in pm. She had prayed for this and wanted it for so long, and now, she was frightened at the sheer magnitude of how exposed she would be before him.

Diligently moving throughout the bathroom, she made sure she had everything she needed including a fresh razor. She would spend an hour if it took it, to get every hair cleanly shaven between her legs. She knew that there was a possibility that her pussy wouldn\'t even be touched, but she would be prepared none the less, it was demanded of her as a slave and it was something she would gladly give to the Free, especially to this Master. Turning the knobs alternately to get just the right temperature, she allowed the water to pour before activating the shower. She gave thought to perhaps having a soothing bath, but there was really no relaxing at this point. Besides that, she rather enjoyed the feel of the shower beating down upon her soft flesh washing away her doubts of her own body.

Stepping into the shower, she slowly moved underneath the head to allow her body the chance to adjust to the flaming heat. Turning around, she dropped her head back and sighed as the water weighted her long red and blond hair. The water trickled down her face as her hands moved up her neck, to her cheeks as her fingers separated to run through her hair. She tugged at it gently as her mouth opened and a small sigh escaped. She wondered what the day and night would bring. Would he touch her hair? Would he even acknowledge her? She felt certain that she would be acknowledged in some form or fashion. She would kneel before him and thank him for allowing her to come to his home, and he would surely have to admit that she was there at that point...wouldn\'t he? It was something she had done many times before, kneeling or falling to her belly to thank the Free for allowing her into their home, for allowing her to serve them.

Her body commanded her to cleanse itself properly as her mind continued to wonder. She had worked hard on being more self confident, but there were always those little things that bothered her about her body. She had been careful about what she ate this past week and in fact for longer than that, but more so recently. She ate plenty of vegetables and fruit and was careful of her sugar intake. Lots of water to clean out her system and noting to stay away from those things that might cause her embarrassment. But there was a limited amount that she could do about some of her scars and she sighed in defeat knowing that it was a part of her and something that she had no control over.

Running her right hand over her soft bottom lips, she felt around, carefully moving her fingers, making sure every hair was gone. Closing her eyes, she thought about the next pair of hands that she hoped would touch her there, and she became heated and wet. Her body tingled at the mere thought of it, a gasp lingered out of her mouth. Her index finger moved to her nub, caressing it slowly as her head dropped and her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, biting it. Moving to her opening, she placed her finger just inside to allow her juices to envelope the slender digit before moving it up to find home between her soft pink lips of her mouth. Tasting herself, she smiled and then sighed happily. She would not touch herself again before going to him, and then, only if allowed.

Turning off the shower, she stepped out of the bathtub noting the moisture in the room on the mirror. She grinned devilishly and wondered if it was her thoughts or the actual heat from the shower that caused the mirror to fog. Methodically, she dried herself as her smile grew wider at realizing she was one step closer to going to him, to kneeling before him with her hands placed up and her body would no doubt shiver from his power...from his mastery of her. Her hair now securely wrapped in the towel, she then proceeded to pack the bathroom items she had just used into her overnight bag, and one by one placed a check mark on the items on her list.

She made to brush her teeth once more before placing those items into her bag and doing her hair and makeup. She knew better than to put much makeup on, but just a little surely would be pleasing. Unwrapping her hair, her fingers then slid beneath the handle of the brush, thinking for a moment about the shape of it and a long ago past conversation regarding the brush itself. A sly grin betrayed her innocence as her left hand ran the length of the handle and her face flushed. Stifling her ever growing grin, she clamped down on her bottom lip and proceeded to brush her long silky locks. Glancing in the mirror, she thought about the fact that she was not perfect to look at, but that she would perfect in her submission to him if she could help it.

She analyzed her hair and applied some things to tame the frizziness in it and sighed for a moment hoping that it would be a good hair day. Smiling she realized that she was worried about her hair. Shouldn\'t she be worried about whatever is to come shortly? After all, she knew that once she kneeled, she would be at his mercy. Her body began to shake again at the thought of it, about the unknown of what would occur. The utter terror of doing so causing her to shiver with fear and desire.

A half an hour later, she stood before the mirror with her hair mostly dry and a touch of makeup upon her freckled face. Her freckles, she felt, added to her personality and she would not attempt to hide them and in truth had not for some time in her life. She glanced down, drinking in the reflection of herself, praying beyond words and thoughts that he would be pleased with the same sight. She smiled and took a deep breath and with that, retrieved her bags and peered throughout the room once more before leaving the hotel and the rest of her innocence behind.