Yvonne finished setting the table, placing a charger in front of each of the two places she was setting. One plate was set on top of one of the chargers, and a stack of two plates on top of the other. A knife and fork were placed in an X on top of the plates in each setting, and wine and water glasses were set out, placed upside down on top of small glass plates. The remainder of the chairs were removed from the table and set against the wall in the corner of the dining room, and a place mat was set on the floor to the right of the setting with double plates. A riding crop was set across the table as a centrepiece, dividing the two place settings. Yvonne surveyed her handiwork, and made some small adjustments.
To say that she was nervous about the upcoming dinner would be an understatement. This afternoon would be the first time all three of them would be together since their initial meeting at the restaurant. The fact that Karen was coming to the home she shared with Bruce, that her Mistress would be here, dominating her in a place where she normally wore the role of Bruce's loving wife, had her burning with both nervous excitement and arousal. Her knowledge that one of the purposes of Karen's visit would be to ask Bruce's permission to have Yvonne accept her collar served to add to both her nervous tension and to the wetness in her loins.
Finally satisfied with how the table was set, or at least unable to come up with any further fine adjustments to make, Yvonne took herself upstairs for a bath. Karen had provided her with an oil warmer and ginger scented oil much like the ones she'd used in Karen's flat, and she set them out now on the shelf above the bathroom sink for the oil to warm. As the scent of it wafted through the room, Yvonne found her arousal increasing along with the aroma, much like Karen had said would happen the first time they'd played together. Soaking and relaxing in the warm water of the tub, she shampooed her short black hair, gave her body a good wash, and ran a fresh razor over her legs, armpits, and her pubic region on either side of the small landing strip she maintained up the middle. After draining the tub and toweling off, she surveyed her reflection in the bathroom mirror, not altogether displeased with what she saw: slender limbs and small pert breasts. Continuing to follow Karen's instructions, she poured some of the warm oil into the palm of her hand and began to rub it into her body, much as Karen did when they played in London. The warm oil felt good, moisturizing her skin and leaving her body emanating a faint scent of ginger. By now she'd grown quite accustomed to the fact that the process of anointing herself also served to centre her, calming her somewhat and soothing her nerves.
Washing the excess oil off her hands, Yvonne applied the arousal cream to her clit, feeling the familiar cool burning that both aroused her further and brought her attention to focus on her state of arousal. She fastened the anklet with the slave bells around her left ankle, hearing their tinkle as she did so, and started to slip into subspace. She applied the clover clamps to her nipples, feeling the pain that balanced the tingling on her clit and also served to both increase her arousal and push her further into subspace. Finally she wrapped her white terrycloth dressing gown, also a gift from Karen and matching the one she used in Karen's flat, around her body, securing it in place by tying the black belt, and slipped the small jar of arousal cream into the front pocket. Her transformation was now complete. When she'd first come up to take her bath she had done so as Bruce's wife. She went back downstairs now in the role of Karen's submissive. It was definitely odd to feel that way, to assume that role, here in her own home, a feeling that served to add to her nervous excitement, but it was nonetheless true and she had the dripping wet pussy to show for it.
While she'd been bathing, Bruce had returned from his walk to the shops, and she found him sitting in the front room reading the newspaper. She fetched him a cup of tea, and they chatted for a bit while waiting for Karen to arrive. She shared with him how odd she was finding it having Karen come here, and assuming the role of Karen's sub here in her home, partly because she was seeking her husband's reassurance that things would be alright, but also because she wanted to check in with him and see how he was doing with all this. She found she had no cause for worry. Since they'd started down this path, her husband had always looked at Karen as someone who filled needs of Yvonne's that he was unable to, rather than as someone who posed a threat to him and his place in her life, and that continued to be his outlook now.
A short while later the doorbell rang, and Yvonne opened the front door to let Karen in. Karen was dressed casually, wearing a pink floral print skirt that just brushed the top of her knees, a pink knit top with white strappy sandals. Her outfit was quite different from the business suits Yvonne was used to seeing her in during the week, and quite different again from the leather outfits she wore that showed off her blonde hair and curvy body to good effect when she took Yvonne out clubbing in London.