I looked at the clock and decided it was time to get ready. Fortunately, I had just finished all the work I needed to do. On my way to the bathroom, I stopped momentarily in the bedroom to ponder the clothing you, my Master had selected for me, trying to gain some clue about your mysterious plans. You had told me you had a surprise for me tonight. Scenes and sensations from previous such surprises flashed through my mind and a chill, of both pleasure and fear, ran down my spine, shaking me out of my reverie.
Continuing on into the bathroom, I turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, added some jasmine-scented oil and allowed the tub to fill as I undressed and fastened my long auburn hair high on my head. As I undressed, I looked at my body in the mirror. I cupped my small breasts in my hands and gently rolled the large nipples between my fingers. I slid one hand down over my flat stomach and lightly stroked my silky smooth pussy mound.
As I stepped into the tub and lowered my body into the warm, scented water, my thoughts again drifted to the mysterious evening ahead. Your surprises always set off a whirlwind of emotions in me. While I've learned they are designed to bring me intense pleasure, they are primarily attempts to break down some emotional or psychological barrier of mine - to introduce me to some new experience - to force me to face some fear – ultimately, to make me a better slave. In the short time I've been with you, you have taught me so much about pleasing you but, to my constant amazement, I am learning everyday how much pleasure my submission brings me.
After soaking a bit, I picked up the shaving cream and leisurely lathered and shaved first one leg, then the other. My anticipation grew steadily as I replayed in my head the conversation you and I had had over breakfast, studying your words, your mood, your expressions for any clues as to what you were planning. But, as always, you had given me none. Just remembering the mischievous twinkle in your warm blue eyes sent a wave of arousal through me.
I couldn't resist lowering my hand into the warm water and rubbing my clit, slowly but firmly, in small circles until a low moan escaped my lips and startled me back to the present. My eyes flew open and I quickly jerked my hand away, splashing water over the edge of the tub. I did not have permission to touch myself like this and you would not be pleased.
I quickly stepped out of the tub and began to dry off. I massaged some lotion into my skin, dotted your favorite perfume on each wrist and between my breasts, carefully applied my make-up and moved into the bedroom to dress. I picked up the blue-gray silk blouse and slipped it on, savoring its cool, satiny feel as it slid like liquid across my erect nipples. As I began to button it, I realized that the top three buttons had been removed. I smiled and shook my head at your attention to detail, knowing that, if I wasn't careful, the blouse would fall open, giving anyone around me a view of my bare breasts.
Stepping into the short, black skirt and sliding it up my legs, I was shocked at just how short it was. I worked the black, thigh-high stockings up one leg, then the other and slipped on the black, 4-inch heels.
Stepping in front of the full-length mirror, I admired how long my legs looked in these heels, especially with a skirt so short. It barely covered the lacy tops of my stockings. I sat on the edge of the bed to see how well the skirt would cover me while sitting and realized that there was a slit in the left side that would show the stocking top, no matter what I did. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I wouldn't be alone. I am much bolder when I am with you than when I am out in public alone.
You had also laid out a couple toys – a small vibrator and two pairs of nipple clamps – but, with no instructions for their use, I just slipped them into my purse. I left the bedroom and headed for the living room to wait for you but, as I passed the answering machine, I was surprised to see that there was a message. I hadn't heard the phone ring. It must have rung while I was running water. I pushed the button and the message played. It was you, telling me your meeting had run late. You didn't have time to come home and pick me up but you would send a cab for me at 7:00. I pouted. I would have to take a cab and enter the restaurant alone.
The cab arrived right on time and I hurried from the door to the car quickly, trying to give the driver as little time as possible to notice my short skirt and my nipples, which were clearly visible through the thin silk blouse. Fortunately, the ride to the restaurant was uneventful, but it gave me more time to think about what the evening ahead would hold. All the fears I'd expressed to you in the past flashed through my mind and I wondered which one I might be forced to face tonight.
Entering the restaurant, I spoke to the maitre d'. I saw his eyes shift down to my breasts and a small smile crossed his lips. I blushed deeply and couldn't help but nervously touch the top of my blouse to assure myself that I was not standing before this total stranger with a breast exposed. He escorted me into the restaurant and I was so relieved to see that you were already there.
You rose to greet me, kissing me quickly on the lips and telling me I looked lovely, just as you had desired. We sat and I quickly scanned the table, noticing three glasses of wine. The table was set for three. Who would be joining us? And why? You asked me how my day was and I tried to concentrate on answering. I tried to concentrate on your face but my eyes kept darting back to that third place setting. You were amused by my efforts to look calm and unconcerned.
Then, suddenly, there was a woman standing next to our table. I turned to face her but could tell that your eyes stayed on me, watching my reactions. She was beautiful. About my age, perhaps a little younger, but with a similar build. Long, dark hair and warm, brown eyes. She wore a simple but very flattering, short black dress. As I studied her curiously, she studied me with a bold, almost hungry look – but no one spoke.
After my initial assessment, I realized that, while she had been standing there for several seconds, she had not even looked at you. People always look at you, particularly women – your presence commands it – but not her. I was puzzled. You finally spoke, "Hello, Sarah." Immediately, she turned her eyes to yours and I bristled at the seductive look she gave you – my Master. You felt my reaction and placed a reassuring, possessive hand on my thigh.
"Hello, Sir," she said, and instantly it hit me that this woman was also a slave, but whose? And why was she here alone?
You slid to your right and motioned for her to sit on my left, leaving me in the middle. She sat too close to me - I edged closer to you, her aggressive body language, even though slight, intimidated me. She may have been a sister slave but it was clear that she knew the plan for the evening and was looking forward to it.
You spoke again, "Sarah, this is Rachel. My pet, this is Sarah. Her Master is an old friend of mine. He is away on business tonight and has graciously lent her to me for the evening. He felt she needed to be entertained and I felt it was the perfect opportunity to introduce you to the experience of performing for me with a sister slave." My heart skipped a beat, my stomach tightened and I felt the heat of a deep blush spread over my body.
