"Master," I whisper to myself as I lay out my clothes. A fitted halter top with a zip down the front, a short black swing skirt and black high heels. My new lingerie next; black strapless corset and lacy thong, with matching thigh high stockings.
I smile at myself in the bathroom mirror as I undress and step into the scented water, hot enough to make my skin redden slightly. I sink down and allow the water to fan my hair out around my head, then sit up eager to begin my preparations. Beginning with my shoulder length blonde hair, lathering it with soap before applying conditioner to give it a lustrous shine. I wish to be perfect for my Master. My face is next, a warm washcloth and some vanilla soap seem to soothe my tension away. I gently run the cloth down my neck and over my breasts, cupping each to feel the warm weight in my hand. I soap slowly down to my pussy, lifting my hips as the roughness of the cloth begins to arouse me.
I reach for the shaving cream and apply it, it foams over me so cool and light. Lifting a leg over the side of the bath I begin at the back and slowly stroke the razor forward ending at my now tingling clit. When I satisfy myself that my pussy is smooth, running my fingers along my slit, I neatly trim the remaining hair on my mound into a tidy triangle. After I rinse the cream off I reach for a small mirror to admire the results. My freshly shaved pussy lips pout back at me, juicy and plump with desire. I stroke them gently and slip a naughty finger slightly inside then bring it to my lips, tasting myself, so sweet and salty. With an awareness of time I quickly but thoroughly cleanse the rest of my body and stand up to rinse under a cool shower.
The colder water running over my nipples makes me tremble, and I bring the shower head down to tickle my clit with the spray. It feels so amazingly tingly that I linger for a moment, then reluctantly shut off the water and dry myself. The rough texture of the towel teases my skin. I then inspect myself in the mirror raising my arms to see my large breasts lift, cupping them gently and rolling the tender nipples between my fingers. I turn my back to the mirror and, looking over my shoulder, slap my ass. It jiggles a little and turns an indignant shade of red. I smile, imagining what Master and the rest of the evening have in store for it.
The ticking of the clock brings me out of my erotic trance, and I turn from the mirror, walking to the bed where my clothes are laid out. I step into the thong and slide it up my legs until it nestles pleasantly between my cheeks, the lacy front tickling my protruding clit. I sit on the bed and roll on my stockings, smoothing them gently as I think of my master's touch. I slip into the corset, arranging it just right over my breasts, then take a deep breath and quickly, viciously yank the strings tight. This makes my breasts quiver and bulge appealingly as the corset compresses my chest, causing a small jolt of pleasure as my hard nipples are squeezed.
Tying off the ribbons into pretty bows, I quickly cover it with the halter top, zipping up the front over my straining breasts. I finish dressing with the short skirt, barely long enough to cover my bare ass cheeks, and the high heels which make my legs look long and sexy.
Back in front of the mirror, I decide on a simple bun for my hair, giving me an innocent look which I hope Master will enjoy. I apply just a little makeup, knowing it will soon be worn and smudged. Now I am ready to await Master.
I kneel by the door, arranging my body into a worshipful and submissive pose, and close my eyes to wait. I summon Master's face in my mind and gaze upon it with love. As I look into his well remembered eyes my breathing slows and I relax. This is almost like meditating except for the growing feeling of heat in my pussy. I am aware of the silence in the room and the gentle pressure of my knees on the carpet. I feel totally devoted and at peace as I wait.
Some time later my heart jumps as I hear his footsteps, then the door opening, and his shoes and trousered legs come into my sight. I stay perfectly still.
"Good evening angel." His words wash over me.
"Welcome Master." His feet stop in front of me and he lays one hand on my head while the other is held out in invitation.
"Rise my angel." The words thrill through me as I take his hand and he gently raises me, cupping my chin to bring my eyes and lips to his. I eagerly return his gentle kiss and lay my head upon his shoulder, breathing in his scent. He holds me close in his strong arms for several minutes while my pounding heart slows, then pulls away to inspect me. I feel his gaze as it travels from my face down over my protruding breasts and sucked in waist, over my tiny skirt and down my long legs to my shoes. I feel breathless as he smiles back up to my eyes.
"Angel, you look just perfect, good enough to eat." He pulls me close again bending his head to my neck, licking and sucking, making me gasp. Suddenly he bites me passionately and I arch my body up into the pain, giving myself to his hungry mouth. His arms are around me now, holding me possessively as his hands slide down to my ass to grasp it hard, pulling and grinding me into his hardening cock.
His fingers slide under my skirt and caress my bare asscheeks then forward along the line of my thong as he continues to savage my neck. Suddenly he pulls back in mock surprise. "Well it appears my angel is really a horny little slut down there. Why are you so wet, angel?" His eyes challenge me and I look down, away from his gaze, blushing. "Look at me and explain yourself." I look up and see in his face that he wants to make me say these dirty things myself.
"Master, this horny slut has been wet all evening thinking of you."
He nods but remains silent.
"Master I can't help it, I think of your hands on me and your cock inside me and my pussy gets so juicy and wet."
He smiles and strokes my hair. "I'm glad you are so honest with me angel, as a reward you may remove my pants."
I kneel down in front of him and go to work on his belt, hands clumsy with lust. I undo his fly and his cock springs free, huge, hard and purple. He sits in a chair and I carefully remove his shoes and slide off his pants. I look up at my Master and gently kiss his foot, moving my lips up leaving a trail of kisses up his ankle and calf. He sighs and strokes my hair. I gently nibble the back of his knee and he begins to moan as my hair brushes his inner thigh. I get closer to my prize, with my face almost touching his balls when his hand tightens roughly in my hair and my head is yanked back to look up at him.
