The path ahead of me would be a long one I knew, but at least I had a path now. My Mistress was so strong, she knew what I needed to find the freedom I so longed for. Now that the initial breakthrough had been made the training began. Just because my desire to serve was strong did not mean I was ready to give myself fully to what my Mistress required. The days were filled with talking mostly, I learned the daily routines and we got to know each other better. I was getting comfortable in my little rut when my world changed.
I awoke in the morning and found a note on my pillow. It instructed me to go to the play room, naked, and wait for my Mistress there. I obeyed and went to the room, there was a stool in the center and I sat there. The silence was maddening as I waited but finally I heard the click of heels on the floor outside and the door opened. She entered and my breath was taken away. Her fiery hair was teased and left wild to frame her pale face. The make up was chosen to show a sever look, with sharp blush strokes and eyeliner painted around her eyes to form a catlike look. Her breasts were full and pushed up over her leather corset bustier, revealing her already hardened nipples painted black. Her waist was crushed into impossible proportions by the lacings of the corset. Below a leather G-string barely covered her shaved mound. Fishnet thigh highs, clinging to her legs, peeked teasingly from thigh high six inch heeled boots.
She walked towards me and I instantly dropped to my knees to kiss those boots, running my tongue along them. Her hand reached over and stroked my exposed slit finding me already wet. Oh, she said, All ready for your Mistress. That is nice. Quite a receptive pet I have. But I will judge what will arouse you.