Silver Threads and Blac Velvet

"Close your eyes, Kitten," my love whispered to me. The car ride went by so quickly that I hardly even remembered when it began. All I knew was that I was in the rented car, with my love, driving. "I want you to listen to my voice and only my voice. You are not to open your eyes until I say so, understood?" I nodded. His voice was full of that beautiful dominance. "This weekend is going to be one of the best you have ever experienced," he crooned to me, reaching a hand over to stroke my cheek. At the sudden touch I jumped and gasped in pure delight. "I want you available to me at all times. When we go out at night, I will have you in a dress, and possibly during the day as well. You are not allowed to wear underwear, stockings I will allow if you feel the need," he said in a slightly sarcastic tone. We both knew that he loved stockings on me, and because of that we both knew that I would definitely be wearing thigh highs all weekend. "I will request at some times you wear your collar in public. I know this is a big step, Kitten, but you can trust in me that I will keep you safe from all harm." I squirmed in my seat. Admitting to being submissive to the public at large would be quite a huge step. He patted my cheek again, "Do you trust me, my little princess?" I nodded and heard his smile as my love quietly said, "Mmmmm thats my good girl."

Soon enough, the car came to a few quick turns and then stopped. I heard the driver's door open and then close. I knew I was alone in the car for a moment, and I would sit obediently with my eyes closed as long as I needed to. Suddenly my door was opened, "Undo your seatbelt, Kitten. We're going to go inside now, but I want you to keep your eyes closed. Don't worry, I will make sure you don't get hurt." Hearing that I fumbled at my side to blindly undo the seatbelt. I turned and grasped his hand. His skin was so smooth, but firm. I could feel the strength of his entire body in his hand as he grasped mine. I stood upright and instinctively moved closer to him, linking my arm with his, resting as much of my body against him as I could as we walked. I carefully navigated with my toes with each step I took. He laughed, moving his hand to my lower back. "Don't worry," he reassured me once more, "I have you." I took a deep breath and nodded and took each step more confidently.

"Now that is what my Kitten looks like!" He said brightly. I couldn't help but smile, love radiating through my entire being. We followed the path to our door, my love instructing me on how to climb the stairs. It was a new game, one I choose to go into, keeping my eyes closed on my own when he could have easily put a blindfold over my eyes. As he eased me into the room of the bed and breakfast we were staying in he stepped behind me, closing the door and locking it. His arms were circled around me in no time, his body pressed up against my back. I leaned into his embrace, his chest against my back, heart beating away a tune that would make any musician jealous. "Open them," he gently commanded, allowing me to observe the room. It was much better than in the pictures I had seen online, re-done in a Victorian style that was breathtaking. "Your palace, my little princess," he declared, twirling me around to face him.

We smiled and he lowered his face to mine, lips seeking out my lips. As he did that, the world spun, everything felt fuzzy and I opened my eyes...

When I woke up, I was surprised, to say the least. I had gotten distracted during my afternoon spent killing time and had fallen asleep while watching TV, dreaming of my love, who was already on his way. Like Prince Charming, he leaned down and kissed me to awaken me.

I shot up off of the couch and wrapped my entire being around him. He laughed, rubbing my back, squeezing my neck, "Good morning, my sweet little girl," he whispered into my sleep disheveled hair.

"Mmmmm I fell asleep, I'm sorry," I answered nearly on the verge of tears. It had been so long since I had felt him, been next to him, heard his voice in my ear.

"I saw. You look beautiful, by the way," he noted and I looked down.

"Shit! I'm not even ready yet!" I exclaimed and giggled. He playfully spanked my ass, making me squirm.

"Well then, that won't do. Go on, I'll come with you. I want to watch you get ready." The smile never broke from my face as I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.

Before I had fallen asleep I had managed to put on the cute little silk dress with garters on. It hardly covered my ass and I was sure he got a great show as I pranced before him to my room. Our room.

I sat on my bed and pulled out the thigh highs he had gotten me, plain black with beautiful lace tops, trimmed with pink, the perfect little girl color. He watched me intently, sitting by my side on the bed. Once the stockings were on he nodded, "Stand up," he directed. As he directed me, I moved through a series of poses, "Okay, turn around. Now, hands up in the sky. Turn around and bend over. Now, come cuddle me so I can give you pettins!" And with that, he got up and nearly tackled me. I squeaked and tried to dodge him until he grabbed my waist and plopped me on the bed, landing on top of me. We both laughed and giggled in a way that was only thought to be capable by children in candy shops.

I squirmed wildly, even though I knew my efforts would get me nowhere. "I'm not done yet!"

I protested and the nuzzling and playing paused, he made a humming sound of slight intrigue and I began to squirm again, "No, I'm not! If you let me up and stay in here I'll let you see it like you were supposed to, like a surprise." I dangled my words like a piece of bait and my love allowed it, rolling off of me and laying down in bed.

"Make it quick though, I don't want an opportunity to miss you." I smiled and darted out of the room and into the bathroom. My feet scudded across the floor, making me giggle again. In the bathroom I quickly rummaged through a make-up bag. I came out with three items, a sparkling silver shimmer powder, black mascara and bright red lipstick. I moved before the mirror and closed my eyes, dashing puffs of silvery powder across my face. My pale skin took on an almost ethereal glow. After that, I carefully put on the mascara, the black standing out boldly against the pale silver of my skin and the blue of my eyes. Finally, I slowly painted on my lipstick. The lipstick was mostly sheer with some red to it, enhancing the color of my lips but not making me look like a clown. I was ready. I looked at myself in the mirror one more time before walking back into the bedroom.

"Is that your completed assignment?" My love asked me, looking me over, staring for a moment in slight awe at the effect my make up had created.

"It is. I feel beautiful, just like you wanted me to."

He purred to me and motioned that I should come over. He reached his hand up, petting my hair, "Thats a good kitten. Now Kitten, get down on your knees." his voice was stern and it was clear the giggling time was put on hold. He reached to his side and picked up an object he had specifically instructed me to keep on my pillow. As he lifted it, I had only eyes for him. I absorbed every ounce of his being and allowed him to drink me in.

We were never people to follow BDSM protocol, but we both knew that with the arrival of my new collar that it would be meaningful. Around my finger I already wore my devotion to him, my engagement ring. The collar, though, was something else altogether. It was a sign that I would always be his Kitten, I could always trust him.

He slid the soft black velvet collar around my neck. Without taking his eyes away from mine, he clasped it. I felt the soft firmness- so much like him, like his hands, like his love- on my skin and gazed up at him. "You are now, and will forever be my little Kitten." When he had finished his last word, he moved his hands away and the small cat bell that had been put on the collar twinkled. My mouth opened in delighted shock, making us giggle all over again.

And so, we were reunited.

To be continued...