The package arrived late Wednesday afternoon. Tahlia’s hands shook as she held it. It had been sent by Master Falcon. The note attached stated she was to wear what was enclosed for their session that night. She opened the box and looked inside. It overwhelmed Tahlia to see the bright red fabric. He had remembered her favorite color.
Tahlia lifted it from the box. Her fingers slid over the softness of the silky fabric before holding it in front of her. It was a sheer-like slip with spaghetti straps, of a length that would fall mid-thigh. Also in the box were four solid metal rings, each lined with soft leather. A locking device was attached to each.
She set the slip and cuffs down and nestled back into the couch. Her mind wandered to their last meeting at the Tavern. His hands on her body. Tahlia’s every sense intensified while she thought of him. Who was this man who provoked such powerful reactions from her mind and body? A smile played on her lips as she glanced to the clock. It was nearing six. He had given her the address and she was to be there sharply at eight. The time had come to start preparing for the night ahead.
In her room, the scent of lavender allowed her mind to drift to the events to unfold. Would he touch her again? Spank her? She brushed her dark hair until it fell in natural waves around her face and across her shoulders. Her make-up, she kept simple. Black eyeliner and mascara drew out her eyes and a beige colored blush highlighted her naturally high cheekbones. Deep red lipstick coated her lips to match the slip.
Tahlia relished in knowing she was primping for him. Master Falcon. She ran his name over in her mind, not quite daring to speak it aloud. How did he make her feel the way he did? All she knew was that she adored him. She trusted him. She wanted him. And in many ways, she needed him.
Standing in a red pair of panties, Tahlia inspected herself in the mirror before putting on the red slip. Each cuff was then locked around her wrists and ankles. She slipped into a pair of strappy sandals and added a long coat over the slip, tying it in front. This was it. With a deep breath, she headed out the door.
As she arrived at Master Falcon’s home, Tahlia could barely recall the drive over. All her thoughts had been focused on him and what would happen that night. At five minutes to eight, she stood nervously on his front step. She knocked on the door with a trembling hand.
Master Falcon greeted her. He was wearing a white shirt, which had been left unbuttoned to expose his chest, denim jeans and the same black boots. The sight of him stole Tahlia’s breath. She blushed slightly as she followed him inside.
“Hand me your coat. Leave your shoes at the door.”
