She sits in the kitchen letting her mind drift back and forth over the preparations she has been making, ticking off the mental list of tasks that she needed to do, to ensure that everything is perfect for tonight. Smiling to herself she contemplates how He will feel about the things that she has so painstakingly prepared.
It is His birthday this is the only time she is truly allowed to make every decision, or at least, she amends in her mind, up until He decides to take over the evening. Tonight she is hoping to surpass any gift He has ever received. She is hoping that what she gives to Him will not only meet His exacting standards but bring a depth of emotion rarely seen from Him.
Looking at the clock and noting it is almost the appointed time she moves down the hall to the Library; the latest addition to their home, their special place. It is a room she has come to love and she spends most of her free time there. Reading has always been a passion of hers and with all of her favourite authors available for her to read, she feels truly quite spoiled. Happily reading alone when Master is absent and sharing with Him what she has enjoyed when He gets home. This means that at some point or another, on most days, they come to this room.
She blushes softly as she crosses the threshold, a reaction she has been utterly unable to control much to her Masters amusement, as her vivid imagination paints the image of her first night in this room. As she stands there she can almost feel the constriction of her dress and hear the crackle of the logs on the fire; even all these months later.
With a little wriggle she crosses the room taking the time to inhale deeply, the scent of the books creates such a storm of emotion and feeling she sighs audibly. Recently she had been reading all about the depth of memory that can be evoked by smell and having experienced that very thing, she felt the need to find out more about this phenomena and has to her surprise has found herself whole heartedly agreeing with those that said that smell could bring about a strong emotional and physical response. She feels she is proof of that, all she needs to do is walk into this room and suddenly her mind runs a bright and intense set of scenes. Her cheeks warm to a soft blush and her sex starts to throb. Not amazingly this is another reactionary trait that appeals to Master, and one He has been known to use and exploit on a regular basis.
Books and leather, the scent of either sends her into a conundrum, her mind instantly calms and centres and yet her body perks up and screams for attention till her nipples ache and her sex is pulsating, the look of consternation that greets these two opposing forces is apparently a very interesting one.
With a soft shake of her head and a little sound of indignation she pushes all of this from her mind and moves across the room to ensure that everything is just right. Running her eyes around the room to make sure she has not forgotten any of the things she will need later. She had wanted to prepare Him a meal but He was determined that tonight they would go out and so having extracted a promise that she could have the power over the latter half of the evening, or at least for part of it she had relented. The things that she has left in this room are all about the surprise to follow their meal.
Once she is sure that everything is perfect she hurries out of the room, moving along the hall she looks at her reflection in the full length mirror there. She still finds it strange to see herself dressed this way, so many changes she has made for Master, tonight she is wearing a dress something which quite frankly a year ago would have horrified her. Smiling as she thinks now that not only do dresses no longer frighten her they appeal to her so very much. To begin with she wore them because it pleased Master that she did so and nothing was more important than making Him happy but over time things have changed. She actually finds now that she enjoys wearing them, they make her feel pretty and feminine and dare she even think it elegant; all of which was a huge shock to her system.
Tonight she is wearing a black and white 1950's style swing dress, the halter neck and fitted bodice are flattering to her breasts, there is enough cleavage to satisfy that urge but not too much as to appear to be wanton. The smirk that chases that thought makes her eyes twinkle just because she "is" wanton doesn't mean she needs to always make that point obvious. She turns this way and that delighting at the full knee length skirts as they swish, the addition of nets underneath the dress make the skirts sit perfectly and with the broad belt nipping it in directly under her bust it give her form a pleasing shape; that she feels proud to show off. She turns to make sure the seams of her stockings are straight and then adds the delightful red shoes that match the belt she wears perfectly. Pleased with the overall result she grabs the things she needs, throws a wrap round her shoulders as she hears the beep from the taxi she had ordered and hurries out the door.
Calming herself she climbs into the backseat of the taxi pleased that it is a driver she knows and provides him with the name of her and Masters favourite restaurant where she is to meet Master for dinner. She would normally chat with the taxi driver as they travel but tonight she turns her mind inwards instead and the man seeing that slightly distant look in her eyes leaves her to her ruminations. If only he had known where her mind had gone a smile graces her lips as she thinks of her time that morning with Master...
