I looked up from my afternoon coffee at the clock. I still had plenty of time. My morning was full of preparations for today. The kids were bundled off to Grandma's house. The dishes were done. The house cleaned. The weekly shopping completed. I was ready. Or was I? As I savored the nice cup of coffee I wasn't so sure. I was still having second thoughts. My tummy was full of butterflies. I guess I could always call it off. But should I?
I got up and rinsed my cup and put it away. I went to my bathroom to start the tub filling and went to my master closet to undress. I took off my sweater and pants and hung them up. My comfortable Hanes cotton panty and bra set went in the hamper. I added bath oil beads to the hot water and slid into the full size tub of luxurious bubbles. I was enjoying soaking in the warm water, but I also kept half an eye on the clock. I carefully shaved. I started on my upper body making sure I was smooth and then did my legs. I was extra careful not to nick myself. The little disposable shaver was now broken in enough to do my most personal areas. I carefully removed the few sparse hairs on my mons and then my lips. I did my perineum and then my anus. I rolled to the side and massaged soap into my sphincter and anal cavity, rinsing carefully. I was always somewhat surprised at how much I enjoyed this part of personal grooming and wondered why I didn't do it more often.
I pulled the drain and got out to a nice soft fluffy towel. I was all scrubbed pink and it felt so good. Most of my earlier anxiety had abated. I sat at my makeup table, nude, and did my makeup. I was careful not to overdo my eyes. No one would see them anyway. I was letting my hair dry naturally. As I did so, I brushed it out and used my hair dryer to speed things along. I put my hair up in a simple French braid so it would stay out of the way.
Entering my walk-in closet, I noticed I still had over an hour. I still had plenty of time. I got my little step stool out and reached to the high dark part of my shelves and got out the box. It was an old suitcase and very durable but it had been "the box" for as long as we had it. I put the box on the floor and felt a rush of both anticipation and apprehension course through me. I sat on the floor in my tidy master closet and opened the box. I made my selections carefully. First came the main items. I chose a large, realistic cock. It was attached to a large set of balls. Next came a medium sized vibrating dildo and a very powerful little silver bullet. I took them to my bathroom and filled a sink. The toys went in for a nice hot bath of their own. It not only assured me of their cleanliness but also warmed them to the touch. The next item was the collar. I choose a wide padded collar with a sturdy closure and solid ring attached. I selected two sets the matching cuffs, followed by a nylon strap with a sliding buckle, and two black silk scarves. Then came a long strong leather shoelace. I also chose a set of Chinese nipple clamps. As I got them out of the box, I shuddered with anticipation and fear. The last item was still new. I hadn't used it yet. It was a thick sturdy steel and leather ring gag. The ring was going to be difficult to get in my mouth. I placed my little treasure trove on the edge of the huge master bed and went to dress.
Part of this ritual is the cloths. They weren't necessary. Being nude was probably easier and more practical. But wearing slutty lingerie added to the allure. It made me that much more humiliated and in turn, horny. A waist cinching Basque forced my breasts up and put them on display. It also framed my heart shaped ass and gave me something to attach my stockings to. Next were fine gossamer silk stockings, pulled all the way to my thighs and attached. Then a pair of ankle strap black spike heels. They strapped on tight, which was important. A quick dusting of perfume and I was ready.
I checked the clock. I patted my toys dry and arranged them for use. Time was getting shorter. It felt funny to be walking through my house dressed like a slut. The sound of my stiletto heels clicking down my hallway was spooky. I reached the front door and unlocked it. I opened it and let it swing open about 3 inches. I couldn't shake the fear of my next door neighbor, or the paperboy might be pushing the door open and finding me like this. I hurried back to my bedroom. Our head board is massive. The bed is a full king size, and for my little adventure, I had stripped off the bedspread and pillows. The headboard was Cherry wood framing an intricate wrought iron sculpture. The tendrils sweeping away from the center out and to the corners in full strong steel loops. When we got it, my loving husband had mounted it firmly to the wall so as we made love, or even slept, it wouldn't bang the wall.