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.