Dreariness surrounds the bright room in which she sits quietly. Lost in her meditation, the clouds outside mean nothing to her peaceful inner workings. Her body contorted to its state of thought and clearing, her mind continues to race against this daily ritual. She's unable to completely clear His odor from her hair, her body, and her clothes. She inhales deeply to take it in once more and sighs it out knowing when she's been beaten by her thoughts betraying this moment of solace. She gives up then. Picking her body from the plush carpet of the hotel room, she saunters to the window and peers out. Her thoughts turn to the happenings of the previous night.
His body pressed to her...her arms and legs bound tight...His scent lingering around her...hands exploring every crevice and curve of her soft skin...His hard thick member piercing into her dripping sweetness over and over...her screams shattering the silence of the dark night...their erotic climax which ended in her being released from the restraints onto His great massive chest and falling safely asleep.
Unfortunately, when she awoke in the soft silken sheets of the hotel bed, she was alone. All that was left of Him was a note and a single rose. The note told of His need to go away for business, but also that He would call her later in the afternoon. As she rereads it, tears well in her eyes and her forlorn look returns for she has never not kissed Him goodbye before. "It must have been very important for Him not to wake me," she thinks as she fixes a plate of fresh fruit and iced tea. She nibbles slowly lost in thought. As she places a slice of apple to her lips, there's a knock at the door.
Curious, she rises and folds her fluffy robe around her. Pulling the cord tight around her waist, she opens the door to find a bellhop smiling wide. He presents her with an envelope and quickly retreats down the winding hall. Her head cocks to the side as she wonders why he didn't stick around for a tip as is the norm. She shuts the door behind her as her fingers trace the fine paper. She notes quickly that it isn't addressed to anyone in particular. She rushes to the oak desk in the corner and rifles through the drawers to find what it is she needs...a letter opener. The cold metal slices through the thin paper like butter as she pulls it open and finds an invitation. Her delicate fingers trace the fine gold lettering as she reads "You are hereby invited to attend a masquerade ball tonight". A coach will pick you up promptly at 8 PM. Please be waiting in the lobby at the appointed time.
Again she reads it and notices it contains no return address or signature or place where this will be held. Anxiety sweeps through her as she wonders what this could be about. Before she can think of anything else, there's another knock at the door. She rushes to meet the person on the other side. Once more, the same bellhop stands before her. This time, however, he holds a large box. He forces his way past her into the room and sets it on the bed. He turns and smiles that same knowing smile as he slips out pulling the door shut behind him. Her body in near shock, she glides to the bed and sits her weight along the box. A large white box tied with a coal black velvet bow leers at her, tempting her to open it. It's then that she notices a card tucked beneath the bow. Inside it says, "Wear this tonight." She flips it over and over and finds that's all it says. Her curiosity gets the better of her as she rips the package open and finds the most delicious thing awaiting her. A black gown of the finest velvet encrusted with tiny rubies and shimmering gold thread embroidered around every piece. She pulls it up to her skin and nuzzles against the softness. Quickly she drags it to the full-length set of mirrors near the bed and dances with the garment as a giddy child would do.
The robe slipping down her body, she steps into the exquisite form and finds oddly that it fits her like a fine glove, like it was made expressly for her frame. Strapless and seemingly to hold to her figure as a feather on the breeze, it flares sharply in delicious tiers out just below her stomach. As her fingers run along the dark soft crisp velvet, she feels a swell of fear rise deep within. Who is this from? Why her? Why now? She drops the gown to the floor and backs to the wall. Her breath tight in her chest, she runs and throws herself to the bed.
Rolling to the nightstand, her fingers grasp the phone and quickly dial His cell phone. It rings once, twice, three times..."Damn," she screams as the phone drops with the answering service talking loudly. She hangs it up and lies there naked on top of the quilted blankets. Tears rise to the surface as another knock resounds throughout the room. Again, she flies to meet the knocking. Her robe slipping back on, she answers. Again it is the bellhop. He now hands her a small elegantly wrapped box and turns to leave. This time, she reaches to hold him to stay for a moment. "Who is all of this from? Who beckoned you to bring theses to me?" The tall bellhop looks down to meet her gaze and just smiles. "I'm not permitted to say m'lady." At that, he turns and flees quickly, a smile still gracing his face.
Slowly, her fingers pry the box open to find many various objects inside. First, she pulls out an intricate mask of black, red and gold adorned with feathers and beads. Next, she finds a crown beguiled in rubies and gold bands of swirls. The final piece of finery in the deep box is a choker of the same ebony leather trimmed with velvet and set with a single heart shaped ruby. A gasp floods her mouth as she steps back to find a chair to fall into. Never has her eyes laid upon such attractive pieces.
Her jaw agape, she faintly hears the phone ringing in the background. With a dive, her body flails across the bed to pounce on the irritating ring. She breathlessly utters, "Hello." His voice brings her to reality as He whispers a hello back. She sits up straight and begins to sob to Him the whole story. He sounds as if He's about to laugh out loud as He quietly calms her. "I forgot about the ball precious. I still want You to go on without me. It will be a memorable night I'm sure, and I expect a full report when I return tomorrow morning. Know I'm with You in spirit. I must run now as I'm being called away. My love is with You." Then, without warning, He is gone.
Trembling, her hand slips to the side still clenching the phone. Desperately seeking an answer in her mind, she realizes she never got to ask His opinion on what to do about the rest ~ the dress, the jewelry, what this is all about. The wind outside picks up as she paces from the window to where the gown lies in a heap on the floor. Back and forth she continues until she comes to a decision. She shall go to this ball as He had commanded and see why this is all happening, but leave the coach out front in case she wants or needs to depart quickly. With her mind now set, she heads to the shower as time has been ticking away with the utmost speed.
The hot water beading up on her body, the pulse of the water pounding down on her breasts, the slippery soap sliding around her body with quickening ease...her hands moving deftly around her arms, legs, only tarrying on the sweet spots momentarily before she washes her hair and slips out. How much she hates to remove the lingering aroma of her Master from her skin, but some things can't be helped. The towel soaks up each tiny droplet as it rubs over her soft skin. A dab of vanilla scented lotion skims across every inch of flesh to make it lusciously pliable. A black satin corset waits to hug fast to her breasts and waist. Each foot steps into it as her voluptuous hips wiggling it up over them. A tiny pair of g-string panties follows to become taut against her sweet lower parts. Unrolling a sheer pair of black stockings, they glide up each milky white thigh effortlessly. The garter snaps into place at the front and back of each lacy topper.
She stares at her reflection in the wall of mirrors in the bedroom and is calmly pleased. The crown is carefully removed from the box and held tight as she stares into the gems one by one. Once more, she returns to the bath to fix her hair in a way that suits her face and the gown. She leaves it down, but pins up a few strands at the crown. Tiny crystal rubies are adjusted at different places attached to separate strands to give the effect of floating about her hair. As her head twists from each side, it shimmers with jeweled elegance. With a blast of spray to hold it in place, she spins to make sure that each piece is perfection.
Her feet pad along the plush gray carpet to pick up the gown and shake it out. Again, she pulls it against her skin to revel in the luxurious richness of the fabric. Noting the time and the closeness of the appointed hour, she slips her body into it. The bodice grips her breasts like the coils of a snake winding around her. The flowing yards of cloth below sweep around her legs with savory movements. Each foot slips into a set of velvet spiked heels that lift her a few inches above her small 5-foot stature. All at once, she remembers the rest of the finery that was also delivered. Suddenly, she feels like a fairytale princess who awaits her handsome prince. That feeling brings back the fact that her sweet Master is gone. With a silent screaming sadness, she fingers the soft choker wondering what the meaning is behind this band holding taut against her neck now. It too fits with a strange closeness. Finally, she fastens the mask to her facial features, covering up most of her looks, but allowing her sight and smell resting just above her luscious lips.
With a twirl, she gives one last inspection before grabbing a small purse and tucks it under her arm. Her soft coal midnight cloak is then draped over her arm. Nerves shot to hell, she moves to the door. Glancing around the room, she heaves a great sigh and departs down the hall. Her senses heightened in great amounts, she notes everything she sees to report it back to her Master as soon as she wraps her arms around Him. The lobby is busy as people prepare to go out for the evening. However, all commotion stops as she steps off of the elevator. Hushed whispers and quiet stares cause her anxiety but also a wondrous elation.
