What follows is a collaborative effort between myself and my wonderful pet, dhyanna. We co-wrote the rough draft, she wrote the first draft, and I edited it into this final draft.
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The Party
I yawn and stretch and smile before I open my eyes feeling the softness of my Masters pillow under my body, snuggling in for another second before I rub the sleep from my eyes and look around. I walk to my corner of His study and brush my hair and teeth, wash my face and put on the touch of makeup that Master likes, then I settle back on my pillow and wait.
Before long, I hear his footsteps coming closer to the door and my heart races knowing he will be there soon, I hear him give his breakfast request to the housekeeper then I look down quickly and place my hands behind my back. Master sweeps into the room, his paper and coffee in his hands, he sits in his chair and strokes my hair as he catches up on the overnight news. Master is not much of a talker in the morning, preferring to prepare his mind for the day ahead and I am very comfortable with his silence.
His breakfast arrives and he eats in silence still reading, his hand never far from my head. When he is finished he places the tray on the low table near me, folds his paper, finishes his coffee, kisses me on the forehead and sweeps out the door of the study, closing it firmly. I start to eat what he has left on the tray, as he allows, knowing the housekeeper will be in in seven minutes to collect the tray.
After I eat, I pace the study and look out the window at the view of the rugged countryside, so much like the man that lives here, wild, untamed, harsh when needed yet breathtaking to behold. My hand lovingly strokes my collar then idly trails down the leash that attaches me to his chair. It is my comfort during his absence. I smile and look around the study and find my book, I settle onto my pillow and start to read.
Around mid day I hear the phone ring and the housekeeper talking, obviously to Master as she gets the instructions for my lunch and other things. When she hangs up I hear her bustle off to the kitchen and I clear my book off of my table and wait. When she arrives with my lunch I rise to help her, taking the tray to my table for her.
"Thank you, Sheila" I say as she turns to go.
"You are welcome.", she smiles at me then stops. "Ah yes, your Master said for you to choose a dress for this evening, it is a special night and he wishes you to be dressed and ready by 7pm. I will have your bath brought in by 5."
I giggle like a school girl at the rare chance to go out with Master. I don't often leave the study and never without Master holding my leash. I am excited to be able to please him. Even though it is barely 3 in the afternoon I go to my wardrobe there in the study and open it, the dresses are all beautiful, hand picked by Master and tailored to fit me perfectly. My eye goes to one of the newest, long and black, a slit up the side, the softest silk material and the spaghetti straps are covered in small silver sequins as is the plunging neckline giving the effect of hundreds of small diamonds. I pull it from the wardrobe and select black patent leather pumps to match. Nodding my head in approval, I go back and kneel on my pillow and read to pass the time.
At 5 pm sharp, Sheila enters followed by her sons and husband bringing in my tub and hot water, they place the tub over the drain in the floor then fill it. I add my own cold water to get temperature down a little, add some bubbles and slide into the hot water. I soak until the water starts to cool down then quickly wash my hair and body then stand and shave my body clean, the way Master insists I keep it. I shiver in the cool air and grab my warm towel as I step out. As if on cue, Sheila arrives and lets the water flow down the drain, then waits as I dry off, hands me a robe and calls her men in to remove the tub as I dry my hair.
I fix my hair in a simple but elegant side-sweep that keeps it out of the way but still will allow Master to grab it if he desires. My makeup is simple and tasteful and as I slip the dress over my naked body I feel my nipples harden at the touch of the silk. I moan softly at the electric sensation it sends to my clit and realize that I am already very wet. I adjust the dress, slide on the heels and am kneeling in my place when I hear Master arrive. I shiver in anticipation as I hear him dash up the stairs and I hear the water running for his shower.
Fifteen minutes later Master comes into the room and stops at the doorway, I hear his intake of breath and I know I have chosen well. I keep my head down as Master circles me, appraising me from every angle, then I feel him walk to the closet where he keeps His toys, he opens it and I can smell the scent of the sandalwood fill the room. I hear him select items, close the door and return to me. He takes my chin in his hand and lifts my eyes to his. I draw in my breath sharply as I focus on him. Black suit with the subtlest of pinstripes, blood red shirt with a black tie, his hair slicked back and still damp from the shower. I smile shyly and blush at the realization that I am now leaking juices at a steady rate.