Lucille sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor, ready. Her master was due home at any moment. Her senses were heightened, and she listened intently as she tried to absorb the words in the book. There were no clocks, and she was only allowed her phone during her free time; the phone was taken to the safe when she arrived and given back upon leaving, along with her clothes and other possessions. Her master was always kind, he knew she liked to read and didn't want her to be bored or lonely, so she was allowed access to his extensive library. He had promised that one day he would get her a friend to keep her company, although Lucille wasn't exactly sure how she felt about that.
Lucille heard the bike, the garage door opening, and his boots on the stairs. She closed the book and slid it across the floor so that it landed under the armchair. Lucille was well-practised at this and knew there would be consequences if it went wrong. Her hands went to her knees, her back straightened, and she waited patiently, her heart beating fast as the key turned in the lock.
Heavy footsteps entered the room. The smell of leather was already making Lucille wet between the legs. The sensation of his leather-gloved hand as he squeezed her bare shoulder sent spasms down her body, and her lips parted slightly.
"Hello, little one, come now," he said, moving in front of her and holding his hand out to help her. She took his hand and slowly got up; her body was stiff from the position she had maintained while waiting. He gripped her elbow, steadied her, then bent, lifted her, and carried her to the bedroom, where he laid her on the bed. She looked up at him adoringly as he leaned over, took her chin in his hand, and kissed her gently, his lips barely grazing hers. His hand moved between her legs and gently stroked. He felt the wetness there, and he smiled, "good girl," he praised as he stood. He turned and walked away, leaving Lucille writhing on the bed.
When he returned a short while later, Lucille was sitting, her legs over the side of the bed, back straight, feet flat on the floor, and staring straight ahead. He placed the items in his arms beside her on the bed, knelt before her, lifted her hand, and kissed it. Taking a pair of leather panties from the items placed next to her, her master lifted one of her feet at a time and put them through the holes, sliding them up as Lucille raised to standing. Next, he took the matching bra, placed it over her arms, turning her around to fasten it at the back. Slowly moving her braid over her shoulder, kissing her neck, and sucking gently. Lucille waited for him to turn her back around, but instead, he bent down and picked up a long Leather coat, placing it on one arm and then the other, he pulled it up on her shoulders. Lucille gasped as he turned her around, and she saw him smiling.
"You've been extremely patient these last few weeks; you deserve to be rewarded. You know what to do." Lucille smiled as he left the room. She had not wanted this initially, but now that her priming had ended, she longed for the day.
Taking the thigh-high wedge boots from the bed, she slid them on, remembering how she'd hated them when they were fitted but looking now in the mirror and seeing how they belonged, Lucille was grateful that her master had left and that she could see the complete outfit on herself alone.
Lucille walked up and down swiftly in front of the mirrored wall. The coat billowed behind her like the wings of a dark angel, and the heels echoed as she walked the wooden floor. Turning suddenly, she opened the drawer of the bedside locker, removed a black lipstick, applied it carefully, and smiled at the result.
Unusually loud and confident, Lucille walked to the kitchen, made up her master's meal, and loaded it onto a tray. She took a beer from the refrigerator and opened it smiling to herself. Adding the exact amount of gravy her master liked to his meal, she carefully carried the tray into the dining room.
Lucille unloaded the tray and placed the items in front of her master. She turned, put the tray on the side behind her, and pulled out her chair. Before Lucille could sit, she was interrupted.
"I think I'll just take water today. There's a bottle in the fridge, Little One, no need to open it" Lucille bowed her head and went to remove the beer, "Leave it," he said sternly. Lucille turned and returned to the kitchen.
On her return, she handed her master the water bottle and sat staring straight ahead. Her master continued to eat as she waited nervously.
Lucille looked down as a glass of beer was placed before her. "Drink, little one," he said mockingly, smiling at her, and she knew then for sure that this was one of the little tricks that he liked to play on her now and again.
As she sipped at the beer, she knew her plan had worked. Her master's words had been slightly slurred, and as she glanced at him, she could see that his pupils were enlarged, his eyes almost black. They had, of course, discussed that she would empty the small capsule into the beer when the time came, but he had told her only yesterday that she wasn't ready yet. Too impatient to wait, she had added the capsule to the gravy instead, knowing that the consequences would be harsh once the three hours that the pill would take effect were over.
There was no time to spare; the one-hour initiation period would begin as soon as they arrived at the compound. Lucille knew what she had to do.
