My mistress has some... interesting ideas sometimes, and I'm always left amazed at how deep the levels of her imagination run, at least when it comes to finding new ways to explore deep into my psyche.
She'd been doing things in the playroom for a few evenings, telling me that I could see it when she was ready - and I was certainly curious. A few larger packages had arrived for us in the last couple of weeks, all addressed to my mistress, and in various sizes and shapes and weights. It was sometimes hard to know what my mistress was doing - she often worked from home, while I didn't, so I was never quite sure when she was working and when she was doing... whatever she was doing, being all mysterious.
One Friday night, I'd come home from work and she met me at the front door with a hug and a kiss, and as she held me just a little awkwardly around my work bag, she whispered that she'd finished her project and we'd try it out over the weekend.
The rest of the evening went by in the fog of the mundane; dinner, curling up on the sofa to some idiot TV "comedy" with talking heads. I was curled up with my mistress, we were warm, safe, comfortable.
She woke me up the following morning, "Rise and shine, beautiful. I want us to shower, stretch and breakfast... and then show you what I made." The smile on her face was that one I fell in love with - part angelic, part devilish, and all full of warmth and love.
Mmmm, I thought. Weekends were usually our time for sexuality and sensuality, the time away from work and the world, and we almost had the setup down to a routine.
It'd start with a warm, sensual shower, both of us washing each other, gliding hands over each other's warm, supple forms, working the soap over the skin, hands into the skin to work the kinks out of muscles. (But only the *muscles* you understand. The other kinks, those we needed!) More than once as you could imagine, we'd stand in the shower, soapy naked forms embracing, coming together for hugs and kisses and just general affection. Some days it was hard for us to keep our hands off each other - and as a casual observer you might conclude that we were equals.
Mistress didn't object to hugging and kissing and embracing in the shower, and I think she liked it more than she let on, just because it was simple, honest love. Nothing complex or kinky in it, just two people being together.
After that, a light breakfast while our hair dried wrapped in towels. Croissants, orange juice, maybe a small pot of tea with just enough sugar added. Not eating too much was usually important since Mistress would often have one or both of us in some fun outfit, usually rubber/latex of some kind, and she had a thing for seeing me in a corset that she'd lace up "just tight enough" in her words. Or, just deliciously tighter than that, leaving me ever so slightly breathless.
And we never drank too much, there were some things we never wanted to play around with - just not our thing.
A vigorous towelling off later, and Mistress was leading the way to the play room. In the space by the bed was something under a sheet. It was maybe a metre high, somewhat irregularly shaped.
I looked at her and she smiled, "This is what I've made. It's under that sheet." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, waiting for the big dramatic reveal.
"But first, we need to be dressed up right." She gestured to the bed, "Here's what I'd like you to wear. I'll be right back." She popped out the room as I heard a phone ring.
I looked over the clothes on the bed - it seemed that there was only enough clothing for me on there, which surprised me - that was half of her fun, really, getting to dress up wearing the collection of fun, shiny clothing she'd amassed. The fact she got to dress me up was more of a bonus, at least sometimes it seemed that way.
Hmm, let's see, what was on today's collection of items. First, a body mesh suit... that wasn't the sort of thing she got out often, usually it was either latex clothes for a shiny look, or just enough items to keep me in place so she could have her wicked way with exposed skin and whatever implement she had in mind. A mesh suit though, covering the skin? That was unexpected.
Slightly less unexpected, though, was that it had a few holes in places I didn't expect - yes, one for the neck, one for each hand, but this one covered over my feet. Hopefully that would mean no tickling!
Sliding the smooth fabric over my skin, I quickly worked out that it had cut-outs for the crotch area and my boobs, and she'd fairly carefully measured and fixed the ends just to my measurements, so only have those parts cut out.
She also had laid out the bright red under-bust corset, which I clipped on at the front and tied up at the back as best as I was able - but as supple and bendy as I was, I just wasn't quite coordinated enough for that. I'm sure Mistress would tighten it up to her satisfaction - and my predicament.
Lastly on the bed were two pairs of cuffs, patent red leather to match the corset with rose gold buckles, one shorter and one longer pair - wrists and ankles respectively. Thoughtfully there were also four small tidy padlocks, also finished in rose gold, which could hook through the fittings of the cuffs to make sure that I couldn't be an impudent little submissive and take them off. (Not that I would, mind, I always loved wearing cuffs, their physical presence being reassuringly grounding)
I left the padlocks to one side whilst fitting all the cuffs - I wasn't sure if Mistress was feeling especially cruel about tightening them another notch or not, and I didn't really want to second guess Mistress. Whatever she had in mind, it had to be special if she had these out.
I stood for a moment looking at myself in the mirror, enjoying that the corset pushed my boobs out a bit from the body suit, and the bright colourful red made a lovely contrast to the greyish colour that the suit gave the rest of my body.
I waited for Mistress to return to see quite what she had in mind. She surprised me as she returned, dressed in full business skirt-suit, hair tied up neatly.
Noticing my surprise, "Something's come up, and I'll have to go and see a client - yes, on Saturday - but I still want you to have some fun while I'm away."
I had some mild note of concern in the back of my mind, this didn't seem like Mistress at all. "We can wait until you're back if you like?"
She shook her head, "No, I said we'd have fun today and if you're still in the mood, I'd like you to have some fun!"
I looked slightly sidelong, "OK then." But I couldn't quite hide the fact that getting dressed had gotten me very much in the mood for having fun, even if my brain wasn't quite so convinced right this moment.
Mistress's voice brightened from her 'business dour' tone. "There's a couple more things we're going to need if we're going to do this." She fetched a hood from the cupboard, a bright red latex number, but one without much of a face covering (it couldn't really be called a bondage hood), and a red patent leather collar.
