When you arrive home, I am waiting naked at the door, as usual, with a drink in hand for you. Rather than retire to the living room as normal, you take my hand and head upstairs to the bedroom. As you sit on the edge of the bed, you pull me to you so I am standing between your legs. With your hands on my hips, you begin to tease my nipples with your tongue, alternating between the two. Although I am confused by this break in routine, I feel my body respond immediately to your touch. At the sound of my whispered moan, you look up and laugh at my perplexed expression.
Cupping my bottom, you say, "We're going out tonight, pet. Put on silver jewelry and a black dress." Turning me around and patting my behind, you say, "Make sure you look perfect for me."
You settle back on the bed, sipping your drink. Although I have no need to shower since I have only recently done so, I go into the bathroom to put on evening makeup. As I begin, I hear you call out, "Bring it out here, Julie. I want to watch you."
Returning to the bedroom with makeup in hand, I sit at the dressing table and begin to apply eye shadow, a bit more mascara, and lipstick. I am ever-conscious of your gaze and find myself a bit shy as I brush my hair and apply a light spray of perfume. Satisfied with the way I look, I step over to my jewelry and take off the earrings and nipple jewelry I had been wearing. Glancing quickly over the items, I select a simple silver necklace and matching thick-hoop earrings. I then put on silver nipple rings with simple floating sapphires. I find the matching jewelry for my clit and attach it. Leaning over, I slip a sapphire-colored toe ring onto the second toe of my right foot.
Finally, I take out the silver bracelet. It is a special gift from you that I am to wear whenever we go out in the evening to remind me constantly that I belong to you. I cherish it but have always wondered if you really think I need this reminder. After all, you are my Master -- nothing needs remind me of the love I have in my heart for you. As I start to lay it over my wrist, you simply say, "Let me."
Moving over to the bed, I hand you the bracelet. You slowly wrap it around my wrist and clasp it closed with almost the exact same care and love you did the night you gave it to me. Reaching up to my face, you pull me to you, stroking my lips with yours. Your hands wander down my body and I feel myself swirling in the pleasure of your touch. Suddenly, without warning, you squeeze tightly on each nipple ring to assure its security. Although I gasp, your mouth swallows my pained sound. Releasing my nipples and mouth, your hands move lower.
Although you simply say, "Show me, pet," I know what you desire and place my left foot on the bed, exposing my womanhood to you. Your fingers lightly stroke my lips before running over the sapphire charm dangling down. You then stroke my clit until my eyes close in pleasure. You are not looking at my face but know my body so well that you know the precise moment when my eyes will close. As they do, you pull your hand away and whisper, "Get dressed."
Sighing softly in frustration, I turn away from you to my lingerie drawer. As I take out bra and panties, you say, "Nothing underneath tonight, dear."
