Fixing the laces on my dress, I shamelessly admired myself in the mirror. I was clad in vinyl, a strapless red dress with a corset top and flared skirt that barely covered my ass. Laces in front and back, a zipper down the side, and almost nothing left to the imagination. My shoes were red patent, strappy sandals that laced up my calves and had atrociously high stiletto heels. My hair was up in a knot held by red plastic hairsticks with a brocade pattern on them and little beads dangling from the ends. I'd even worn makeup – a little eyeliner, gold and brown eyeshadow, even a touch of lipgloss. I looked hot – or at least I thought so. The real test was yet to come.
I picked up the new gifts I'd gotten for Master – a silver chain leash with a red leather handle, a shiny red bit gag, a matching set of red patent wrist, elbow, and ankle cuffs, and a new red collar with a connected leather strap with a series of D-rings connected to it. I laid out the new items on the bed, the gag and collar on the pillow, wrist and elbow cuffs in the center of the bed, and ankle cuffs at the foot. Clean red satin sheets were on the bed, and the sundry pieces of hardware we used were in an orderly pile on the nightstand. My best rose incense burned in a censer on the dresser. I looked over the bedroom and my handiwork, and smiled. Yes, I thought, Master will like this. He will be pleased. I wore my usual collar, knowing it would have to come off to wear the new one, but not feeling right being home without it. That was one of Master's rules, and one I never complained about following: if I was home, my collar was on. If I had to answer the door, I just had to come up with a clever excuse for it. It had never been a problem – we never really got any visitors, and the collar was more a comfort than anything else.
Today was Master's birthday, and I wanted to do something special for him. It had taken awhile to find all the pieces for the ensemble I had created, but it was worth the effort. The finished product was sure to make him happy. I had gotten sushi for dinner from the local restaurant, and the table was set beautifully, with silver candlesticks in the center and good wooden chopsticks. On the table sat only one plate with all of the food; though, not knowing whether or not he would choose to let me feed myself, I set out two sets of chopsticks. The chairs sat close enough together that I knew he'd be able to keep me on my leash during dinner. There was a bucket of ice holding a bottle of wine, and a glass sat on either side of the communal plate. I stood in the dining room and looked over the meal, holding the new leash in my hand, pleased. Master would be home any minute and things needed to be ready for him.
Right on cue, I heard the front door open, and I went to greet my Master as he came in. Stopping in the doorway of the front room, I suddenly felt like a schoolgirl – I still wasn't any good at showing off, and no matter how proud I was of a new ensemble, I was always nervous about presenting it to my Master. I leaned on the doorframe with one hand, the other hand holding the new leash behind my back, and bit my lip as I looked at my Master's face. Based on the surprise in his expression, I decided I'd done well, and I smiled.
"Happy birthday, Master."
Master's mouth worked, words trying to come out, but ending in nothing but a silly grin. Blushing furiously at his reaction, I stepped forward slowly and kissed him on the cheek, then took his hand, pressing the leash into it.
Finally Master got his words together. Hooking the leash onto my collar, he whispered, "Such a good kitty. Such a good present." Pulling my leash, Master pulled me into his arms and pressed a kiss to my lips, gently, and I felt him smiling. Breaking the kiss, Master looked into my eyes and grinned, kissing me on the forehead. I smiled up at him.
"Dinner's ready for you, sir."
He smiled. "Aw, so you're not dinner?" He emphasized the point with a quick nip on my ear, then straightened, and walked me back to the dining room. I produced a lighter and lit the candles on the table, then turned and looked back at my Master expectantly.
He tugged my leash, pulling me closer to him. "It looks wonderful, baby." Kissing my cheek, he sat me down in one chair, himself in the other, and poured the wine. Immediately he took away my chopsticks and scooted my chair closer until the two were almost touching. I smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he placed a piece of sashimi on my tongue.
Master's eyes devoured me throughout the meal, and he refilled my glass of wine almost before it was empty. My face started to feel warm, and I felt less nervous about my revealing clothes.
Finishing dinner, and cleaning up, I took Master's hand, and kissing it, said, "Now time for dessert, love."
Master smiled with understanding, and headed straight to the bedroom. Walking behind me, Master lifted my skirt to smack me on the ass as I reached for the doorknob. The smell of rose greeted us as I opened the bedroom door, and he stepped around me and pulled me inside. He looked over the array of new toys on the bed and smiled.
"You are a devious one, aren't you baby?"
I smiled. "Yes, sir."
He strode over to the bed, and picked up the new collar.
"This," he said slowly, "I think I like." He smiled, and unbuckling my collar, attached the new one so that the D-rings ran between my breasts and the buckle was in the back. "Yes," he repeated, picking up the row of D-rings, "I definitely like this." Looking back to the bed, he saw the elbow and wrist cuffs, and his smile widened. Without warning, he spun me around and threw me facedown on the bed. Turning the collar so the rings were in the back, Master took my arms and pulled them behind me. He buckled the cuffs around my wrists and elbows, and the cuffs he attached to the D-rings behind my back. Grabbing me by one of the connectors on an elbow cuff, he pulled me back to my feet.
My breasts were forced out toward him, my face flushed with excitement and wine. Master ran a hand down my body, from my shoulder over my breasts, and to my thighs. Reaching up my skirt, Master gently probed at my bare, wet pussy.
"That's a good kitty," Master almost purred, "all naked and wet for her Master."
I whimpered a little under his touch, and started to sway, my shoes being not exactly made for standing in for very long, especially without my arms to use for balance. Master wrapped an arm around my waist to steady me, and I looked gratefully up into his eyes.
