As Yasmina dressed for dinner with Daniel, she was surprised to find that she was nervous.
Nervous!
She was the Ringmaster, known for having steel nerves and now, facing a date with a handsome man, she was nervous. She set her comb down and took a deep breath, her eyes falling on a beautiful bouquet of tulips that had arrived earlier in the day. The card read,
Looking forward to our date. Daniel.
Our date. Those words sent chills skipping down her spine and she smiled, feeling like a schoolgirl.
The entire week had been a dream. She attended to her clients with her usual flair and was very well compensated as was also usual. But each night, when she arrived home, there was a small gift on her front doorstep. Sunday had been a huge box of her favorite Ferraro Roche chocolate candies. Monday had been a tube of lipstick in a beautiful shade of shiny purple and Tuesday brought a beautiful silk scarf. The presents continued all week until this morning's flowers and she had no doubt that she was being wooed.
A glance at the time told her that it was nearly time to go and she took one final look at herself in the mirror and smiled. It had been such a long time since she'd dressed like a woman, a
real
woman, not the dominatrix-type that she was so used to. The doorbell rang and she made her way downstairs, opening the door and smiling at Daniel, who stood outside.
"Hi."
"Oh, Mistress! You look wonderful!"
"Thank you." He offered his arm and waited as she pulled the door shut, checking to make sure that it was locked before offering her a sprig of white lilac that matched with her dress. "Lilacs! They're my favorite flower. How did you know?"
"I didn't. They're a favorite of mine also."
When he smiled and their eyes met, she felt an unexpected jolt rush through her and shyly looked away. He helped her into the car and drove them to the restaurant in his dark blue Jaguar, being the perfect gentleman every step of the way. Dinner went smoothly but she noticed that he was uncomfortable and was confused as to why until she made a decision.
"You do know that you will not be sleeping tonight, right?" His eyes swung up to meet hers. "Just because we're making nice over dinner doesn't mean that you're not my slave, Daniel."
His eyes gleamed with excitement and the air of uncertainty that surrounded him instantly disappeared. "I'm sorry, Mistress."
"As well you should be." She sat back in her chair, glaring at him over the rim of her drink. "Maybe I've been too soft."
His voice was soft, his eyes downcast. "Maybe you have, Mistress."
"And what do you think I should do about that, Daniel?"