It is our anniversary and you tell me that you have a special day planned. My day starts by you surprising me with breakfast in bed. Next you tell me we have all afternoon to snuggle and watch movies. All afternoon as we cuddle on the couch I try to have my way with you. You smack my hand away, and scold me for being impatient. You insist I will be satisfied after supper and don't want to ruin my appetite. Feeling a little discouraged, I go get ready for supper. You have already laid out what you want me to wear tonight. A long black dress with a slit up either side of my thighs, a black corset that hugs my waist tight. I don't find any panties or stockings, just a pair of shiny black high heels. Once I am dressed and my hair and makeup are done we are ready to go.
You won't tell me were we are going for supper or what my present after will be. The suspense is killing me and not having any sexual release all day isn't helping. The dress is a long silky gown that sends shivers down my skin every time I move. You take me to a restaurant we have never been to. It is beautiful and also has a hotel attached. We enjoy a lovely meal and a few drinks, laughing the night away. I slip out of my heels and run my toes up your thigh, hoping to start something. You give me a look that lets me know you are not pleased. Soon they are closing the restaurant. It is time for us to go to the room you have rented.
When we get there, room service has lit candles and placed rose petals on the bed. There is also a bottle of champagne waiting. You suggest I take a shower and get ready for my gift. I am both excited and nervous, unsure of what you could have planned. When I enter the bathroom, there are candles lit in here too. I also find another outfit waiting. I am tempted to give myself a quick orgasm to relieve some tension. As if you know what I am thinking you peek in on me and scold me for my impatience yet again. I finish my shower quickly now anxious to see what you have planned. The outfit you have laid out consists of a white bustier, the kind that pushes my tits up but doesn't cover them, garters hang from the sides and this time I find white stockings and a lacy white thong to go with the dangerously sparkly white high heels you have chosen. Once I am sure I look presentable I exit the bathroom to find you.