i was thrilled. my Mistress wanted to take me out to go dancing with her. my heart was pulsing and i felt the blood rushing through my body. She told me to dress very sexy for Her so i put on my best makeup. She loves when i wear my light blue eye shadow, a little blush, well defined eyeliner, not too much mascara, and deep ruby red lipstick, and very importantly emeraude, Her favorite perfume. i want to make Her so happy tonight. i get out the shortest black mini-dress i have ( i know She loves black on me). i must say i even feel sexy wearing this. i put on a pair of black stockings, a black garter, and her favorite red thong. i get out my 5" black patent leather high heels and topped it off with a red ribbon in my hair, but most of all my favorite item, Her collar, god i love to wear this when i'm with Her. i feel so proud being Hers and i want the world to know it.
She picks me up at my apt., looks me up and down and says She's pleased. i did well, omg, i'm thrilled She's pleased with me. She leans over and gives Her collar a tug seeing it is on correctly (and of course it is) and W/we get in the car to go to the club. i look at Her and marvel at Her beauty, Her long toned legs, Her well defined body, Her beautiful soft and silky hair, and those eyes, a deep blue color, almost violet, so piercing, full of power, strength, compassion, and love. i am so lucky that She wants me and loves me. i thank God for bringing Her into my life and i into Hers. As W/we get out of the car, She tells me She has a surprise for me and im at a loss, its not my birthday or an anniversary, so i wonder what it can be. W/we enter the club and its packed, both with women and men.
Then i see it, in the corner, a table with a single red rose. She's says its O/our table. She takes my hand and leads me to it and there is a bottle of Dom Perignon on ice waiting for us. As W/we walked to the table i felt all the eyes on Her and also on me but i didn't care, She was all i wanted, all i needed, all i could ever hope for and i was Her's and She allowed Herself to be mine. After some small talk and a few glasses of champagne, She said She wanted me to dance for Her alone on the dance floor. She had it prearranged that i would be alone but i didn't know this at the time so i got up to dance. It was a slow song so at first i just swayed to the music. i felt lightheaded from the wine and i felt so sexy knowing that She was pleased and was watching me. i ran my hands slowly up and down my body, down my sides, over my breasts, running my fingers through my hair, staring into Her eyes.