You lay the girl's clothes into a suitcase and close the lid. For she has come to You where her "real" persona was left at the door, along with her freedom of the sophisticated world. You close the lid, knowing full well that she has now entered, Master's Domain, His Dominance will reign. Her submissive's rose bud will be allowed to open, under His supervision, His direction and His control.
You had directed her to remove her clothing, and then sent her into the bathroom for her to prepare herself for Master. In the bathroom you had laid a clean towel and bathmat. You could hear the shower running, and saw through the steamy mist the outline of her body. This was pleasing to You, for it made You proud, that You had in Your possession the innocence of this rose.
You walk to the doorway of the bathroom, You call to her. She turns, semi surprised, to see You standing there, You tell her to rinse off, and stand before You … and You see the glistening body … prepared for You … You take the towel, dry her off. She stands naked, but she stands not alone, she stands before You. You give her a robe to keep her warm, but You find her form, appealing to Your eye.
The girl wears Your robe, rather nervous, anxious and yet committed. Needing and wanting and lustful, of Master in His entirety, she thought, not just Master's cock. Although at the thought of Master's cock, brings a cascade of womanhood dew, without too much encouragement seeping, trickling floor bound.
Her desire to please Master in all areas, in which He will allow her, which in turn, brings very much delight, and purpose to this girl's existence.
You take her to the sitting room, and have her kneel at Your feet, as she does so, You place the collar around Your neck, for the collar on this occasion represents, a play collar she is Your bitch in heat, she is Your slut, and Your treasure. As You fasten it, You notice that she flinches.
For to her, she now realizes that she is submissive/slave to You. For the duration of this time together, she will be used for Your enjoyment. But she also appreciates that Your enjoyment will bring fulfillment and satisfaction also to her. For she is to You, Your slut, Your bitch in heat and Your treasure. You tell her that now, she is owned by You, to treasure, love, use and direct as You see fit. That Master's word is final. That under Your care, the rosebud will open, for Master's enjoyment, and Master's enjoyment alone.
You know that this is foreign territory for her. You know in many respects that she is as virginal as snow, and yet, You also know that it is what she needs and what she wants.
You attach Your leash to Your collar, and tug on the leash, so that she knows who is in control. She looks up at You, with big blue eyes, and she smiles to herself, knowing that for Master to attach His collar and His leash, her limitations and inhabitation will be challenged, and new found freedoms will be explored. She considers this Master to be her Gardener of her rose. But it is no longer her rose, it is Master's rose and every part of her body, belongs to Master. There is a twinkle of comfort that radiates from her smile, and through her eyes. For the eyes are the mirror of O/one's soul.
Master takes her robe, and tells her to stay. He wants to inspect His treasure. You order her to kneel and to open those legs wide for Master so that He can see His beauty. Walking around her … feeling her … telling her … this is My cunt … this is My pussy … this is My bitch 'n heat … this is My slut … and it is Mine, all Mine! You tug on the leash … because her legs started to creep back together, and as You tugged, You see the glistening dew between her legs, for You realized that she responded to You, claiming her as Yours.
