"Grace, listen to my voice, I want you to breathe in your nose and out of your mouth for Me. In...ok, good. Now out... yes Grace just like that. One more time, slowly now, in...then out...good girl. Now I have a meeting this afternoon that I cannot postpone, but we can meet for lunch. To prepare I want you to go take a hot bubble bath and soak in the oils I purchased for you. As you lay beneath the bubbles and starting with your toes and feet I want you to relax each and every single muscle, moving upward, one muscle at a time until you reach your neck. Practice your breathing exactly as I've taught you and envision Me with you talking you through each and every exercise. Once your body is relaxed, shave your legs and pussy, focus on the task until they are perfectly smooth for Me. Then get out of the tub and dry yourself in one of our big fluffy towels that you like and then dress in my favorite teal blue wrap around dress and the tall black pumps that I love you in, but no panties, then do your make-up and hair. Once all of that is done, come to meet me at Angelino's downtown for lunch at 12:30pm. That's 12:30pm Grace, do not be late. I promise I will help you find the comfort that you need to sustain you until I come to you tonight. Do you understand my instructions, Grace?"
I almost forgot to answer, having allowed myself to become submerged in the sound of His voice. Hearing Him sigh I snapped and answered quickly, "Yes Master, I understand, thank you."
He chuckled softly, "You're welcome My sweet little one. Now go get ready, if you are late I will punish you." And without another word, the call disconnected and He was gone.
After He hung up the phone just the very idea that I would have the opportunity to see Him soon had me racing to the bathroom and turning on both faucets full blast. The spray soaked my top and I dialed back the water pressure to a more reasonable flow and added the Jasmine Vanilla oil Master had purchased for me. Stripping naked, I stepped down into the foaming bath water and sighed as I slid below the water's edge until it lapped against the top of my shoulders. Once the tub was full I fought very hard against the desire to just sink into the bubbles and drift away. His voice seemed to startle me out of that thought process as I remembered that there was purpose to my bath. My memory returned to very recent scene He took me through when He taught me to take control of myself and relax my body. I could almost feel Him in the room with me as I began with my toes.
"Now I want you to tighten the muscles in your toes and feet, hold them in that state of suspension until the count of ten...now release it. Now do the same with your other foot." As He walked me through relaxing the muscles, He would take them into His solid hands and massage the stress from them. We worked our way through my entire body, one muscle at a time until I felt as though would melt into the bed on which I laid. This was the same with the bath, as I hadn't realized exactly how tightly wound I was until the tension was gone. I didn't expect to almost feel His hands in my hair as I worked the lather through it, massaging my scalp thoroughly, and drawing a soft moan from my own lips.
Once I'd finished shampooing and conditioning my hair, I thoroughly cleared away any remaining stubble from my skin until I couldn't find any traces behind. Standing out of the water on wobbly legs I carefully stepped out onto the bathmat and dried off my skin. The freshly shaven flesh was hypersensitive after the exposure to the warm water and oils and I took a little more time than was necessary in drying myself off then I wrapped my hair Carmen Miranda style and walked naked into the closet, retrieving His favorite teal wrap around dress. I said a prayer of thanks that the length would provide some anonymity to the fact that I wore no panties.
Hanging my dress on the hook on the backside of the bathroom closet door I turned my attention to my hair, and after spending time drying, styling and curling it, I applied a subtle layer of makeup. He never liked my make-up to be too over the top so I kept it minimalist, only really accenting my hazel eyes with a shimmering layer of ivory eye shadow and a few swipes of mascara. Once I was satisfied with it, I pulled the dress from the hanger.
The soft caress of the jersey knit fabric against my naked body was enough to make my nipples stand on end. My breasts were just too large and my nipples were too hard to keep my lack of a bra a secret for long. I struggled with my desire to wear one anyway but I decided it was not best not to agitate Master today. He liked to have access to all parts of me at all times, although at least most of the time he allowed me to wear panties; although I couldn't count the times He hand torn through them to gain access to my pussy and ass though. The neckline of the dress was low and clingy leaving me feeling as though I stood there naked in spite of the dress. I tried to center my focus on not being aroused so that my nipples would relax and not seem to be trying to slice their way out of the dress then eventually I had to give up and step into my pumps.
After twirling before he floor length mirror in the bedroom, I grabbed my purse and keys and trotted out of the door and out to my car. I arrived at the restaurant literally about two minutes behind schedule and ground my teeth as the pathway was blocked by a single car struggling to make its way into a handicapped parking space by the door. A hurried glance at my watch revealed that at the time I walked into the door I was exactly 4 minutes late. I prepared an excuse, knowing that it would have no bearing on Him and when I identified myself to the maitre'd I was guided to a booth in the far corner of the dining room.
He was checking His watch when I stepped up to the table and He rose to greet me. Pulling me close to Him, he kissed me sweetly then moving His mouth closely to my ear and growled. "You're late, Grace." He didn't have to say anything else, I knew that punishment awaited me and that drew a deep blush to flood my face. To any casual observer, including the maitre'd who still lingered by the table to take my drink order it simply appeared to be an intimate moment between lovers, but I knew better. Smiling sheepishly I started to order a glass of water but Master spoke for me, "One bottle of Chateau Marguax 1995. With a flurry he was gone to fetch the wine but before I could turn and sit, Master slipped His hand up my skirt between us in the darkened space and gently caressed my bare pussy groaning softly. Reaching into the seat of the booth, He withdrew a small pale pink gift bag complete with tissue paper. Handing it to me He directed me toward the ladies room and I went without question as He sat back down.
Once I was in the ladies room stall, I opened the bag to find a simple black lace thong wrapped delicately in tissue paper. Lifting the thong out of the paper, it felt heavy and opening the lace further I found that it encased a vibrator positioned in the crotch. The muscles in my pussy clenched tightly at my discovery and I hurriedly pulled them on. I originally expected that the vibrator would sit against my clitoris but I found that the position of it in my panties and its elongated shaped guided it to penetrate me as I pulled them up. After reassembling my dress down over my newest addition I put the tissue back into the bag and made my way back to our table. He was on the phone when I sat back down and I busied myself with turning my phone to silent and stowing my purse in the booth next to me. Once He'd ended the phone call He turned to face me.
"I've already ordered for us, you're having the cedar planked salmon." To which I nodded. I felt the need to start talking but I had no idea how to start when He lifted a small black device from the table next to His phone. Pressing a single button on the device I was startled as the vibrator inside of my hummed to life. I squirmed in my place trying to assimilate to the foreign invasion. In addition His eyes bore into mine as He began to speak.
"Grace, It doesn't make Me happy to hear that you're struggling with this so. During our time together this afternoon I'm simply here to be your release. This will remain in place and turned to whichever degree I deem necessary until I know you've reached the point that you release your fear. Give it to Me and leave it with Me. But for now, draw on your relaxation techniques and gain control over your body. Relax each muscle as I've taught you to do and when the tension begins to build I want you to orgasm for Me as many times as are necessary until I tell you to stop, I don't care who is nearby or who may hear you; your orgasms are Mine and Mine alone, do you understand?"
