The box arrived via courier. I pulled the card from the attached envelope, but didn't need to open it to know that it was from Gabriel. The heavy, ivory vellum had been custom made for him. Correction, technically it had been made for me.
I ran a finger across the elegant, embossed letter "M" that graced the front of the card. I had been a little confused the first time Gabriel showed the card to me since none of his initials begin with the letter m. He quickly pointed out to me, however, that the initial represented a very important identity; Master.
My fingertips also detected the slightly raised pattern that covered the rest of the card. You had to look closely to see that the pattern was made up of tiny butterflies – put there to remind me of my submission. The butterfly is the symbol I chose to represent my metamorphosis from a boring, vanilla existence to the vibrant D/s adventure that I now shared with Gabriel. He usually managed to incorporate butterflies into a lot of the gifts he gave me. Gabriel is very thorough in that regard.
The smile that resulted from my musings evaporated once I opened and read the card. This was it, then. He'd told me that it was going to happen, but I foolishly believed that we'd discuss the whole thing before any decisions were made. I sometimes forgot that the authority and control I maintained in my day-to-day life was not recognized behind our metaphorical bedroom door. Luckily, I usually remembered that fact before it got me into trouble. Unless, of course, I was looking for trouble.
Today, though, was not the day for trouble, so I took a deep breath to help calm my nerves, and reread the note.
Dear Clare,
I've decided that we're going to the club tonight, and the evening
won't
be spent in observation. Your participation will be required. I won't go into details here. The anticipation will only add to your experience. Your outfit for the evening is in the box. Wear only what's included – no jewelry, no bra, no panties. I've already planned for a meal to be waiting for us when we return home, so eat something light this afternoon, and be sure to drink plenty of water. I'll pick you up at 6 pm.
Until tonight,
Master
I put down the notes and looked at the box sitting on the table in front of me. What kind of outfit did Gabriel send? My mind was in a jumble. I had visions of chains and strategically placed strips of leather. There was only one way to find out what was inside, so I lifted the lid.
The shoes caught my attention first. They were gladiator –style sandals with a three inch heel and made from black leather. At least they were cute, and had a manageable heel for walking. I set the shoes aside, and pulled out the bundle of black fabric; the only other thing that was in the box. I stood and shook it out. It was a black dress.
The top, with its crew neckline and long sleeves, both trimmed in thin bands of black leather, was made from a thin, opaque sort of fabric, which was embroidered with a delicate paisley pattern. I put my hand under the fabric through the neck and could make out its shape and lighter tone easily. I assumed that there was an attached camisole somewhere inside dress and had the random thought that the pattern would not really stand out unless the camisole was a contrasting color. The skirt was also made from black leather and had a flared shape. It was short and would probably only hit me mid-thigh. I just hoped that it was going to be long enough to cover my ass. Otherwise, I would end up self-consciously tugging on the damn thing all night. The overall effect of the dress was naughty and nice at the same time.
I took the dress and shoes into the bedroom, and then headed to the kitchen to eat. I was glad that we weren't going to have a big meal before going to the club. My nerves would have made eating a chore. Our plans for the evening seemed distant at this point in the afternoon, though, so eating wasn't a problem.
An hour later I had showered, applied my makeup and had styled my hair. All that was left to do was to get dressed. I pulled off my robe, picked up the dress and flipped it upside down to shake the inside layer into place. It wouldn't be a bra, but it was better than nothing at all. My breasts are a bit more than a handful, so I hated going without a bra – a fact that I knew Gabriel knew and always chose to ignore. He liked to push me out of my comfort zone.
I looked down at the dress. Where the hell was the camisole? An understanding of the situation began to form as I gave one last shake, then with trembling hands, turned the dress inside out. No attached camisole. No bra. Just my bare breasts covered by that thin fabric. The chime from the clock downstairs reminded me that Gabriel would soon arrive. I straightened the dress and pulled it over my head and into place.
My mouth dropped open when I saw my reflection in the mirror. The lighter skin of my bare breasts could plainly be seen through the top. The black fabric was stretchy, yet form fitted enough to kind of hold my breasts in place. It was also tight enough that the texture of the paisley pattern lightly rubbed against my nipples, causing them to harden and stay hard.
I turned and saw that if I bent over the skirt would just barely cover my naked ass cheeks. Between the see-through top and the barely there skirt, I was exposed enough that I wouldn't be able to be seen in a normal place of business.
I was halfway to my closet to look for a different outfit when I heard a voice say, "Don't even think about it."
I was startled enough to jump. I had been so caught up in how I looked, that I hadn't even heard Gabriel come into the house. I wrapped my arms across my chest and turned.
"Put your arms down so I can see you."
"The camisole is missing. You can see my breasts right through the fabric," I answered; my arms still in place.
Gabriel paused briefly, and his tone changed.
"The camisole isn't missing. I purposely had it removed. Now put your arms down so I can see you, Clare. I won't ask you a third time."
That change in timbre always seemed to flip an invisible switch inside me. It was the signal that my obedience was required, and I was so attuned to respond to his authority that my pussy would moisten whenever I heard "the tone". This time was no different.
I quickly answered "yes, Sir", and lowered my arms and my head.
Gabriel walked over and circled me, then gave a low whistle.
"From afar you look sweet and demure and completely covered. It's only when I get closer and see those luscious breasts with their hard nipples that I realize you are totally made for sin. All of the boys at the club are going to want to play with you.
He put a finger under my chin and lifted it until I was looking at him.
"Don't ever hide from me. You are beautiful and sexy and I know that I'll be a very proud Dom tonight. Is that clear?" I nodded. "Good." He bent and gave me a quick kiss. "Put on your shoes then come over to the bed and bend over at the waist, resting your arms on the mattress."
"Yes, Sir."
I walked over to my dressing table, sat down and buckled the shoes into place, before walking over to the bed to get into position. The heels caused my ass to be canted to the perfect angle for Gabriel to take me from behind. My pussy was already aching, and I couldn't wait to feel his big cock working its way inside. It wouldn't take me long to cum, and an orgasm would go a long way toward calming my fear of tonight's unknown activities.
Gabriel moved behind me and ran his hands along the back of my thighs, up to my buttocks, pushing the skirt up and out of the way.
"Good girl. No panties."
I felt a finger probe the wetness below, and then push inside. I spread my legs to give him better access. He pumped his finger in and out a couple times, and then withdrew. I groaned, and got a sharp slap on the ass.
"Have patience, little girl. Your cunt will have its turn later. Right now we're going to prepare your ass for the club. I brought you a present."
He walked to the head of the bed and picked up a small gift bag that I had failed to notice. He sat on the bed and leaned on one arm, so that his head was near mine. Then, he tipped the bag so the contents fell out with a soft thump.
My gift was a black anal plug, but not any ordinary plug. The bulb of the plug was about two inches in diameter. There was a decorative leaf pattern printed in silver along the slim neck, and sitting at the end was a bloomed, black rose.
