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she fidgeted slightly with her skirt.   the zipper just would not stay up!  it was irritating, but finally, she smiled as she felt the hasp catch.  she slid her hand down over her ass, smiling at the taut sensation.  AND no pantyline.  she wondered if the outline of the garter belt showed too much.  He had ordered her not to wear panties that night, and she was a bit nervous.

she did love the feel of the silk as it brushed against her very smooth mons area.   she made a note to have all her skirts, silk-lined from now on.   the kid leather molded to her waist and then tapered to her hips perfectly. the skirt was not very long, and the tease of the lace of the thigh-highs sometimes embarrassed her.  but this was the outfit he had sent her to wear that night.

the shoes were exquisite.  the five inch heel, set her calf muscles off nicely.  the soft italian leather molded perfectly and the open toed shoe allowed a peek of the crimson toes.   she checked in the mirror one more time to make sure her seams were straight.   the seamed stockings were a nuisance, but it had felt interesting as she slid the silk up her legs, and she would twist her body, to make sure the seams were straight.

the chiffon blouse allowed no actual coverage of the soft lace and silk bra she wore.   the shelf cups were quite interesting.  the tiny lace fanned about the upper swell of her breasts, and the soft pink satin rose almost looked like it was kissing her nipple.   she blushed again, as she felt her nipples perk as she focused her attention on them.  

her hair was pulled up into a soft, very elegant french twist.   the gleaming comb with bits of gold rocaille beads hugging the miniature pearls, and then the beaded almost fringe quality as the 8 strands swayed against her long, slender neck.  the small button pearl and bead earrings finished off the look.

she looked longingly at the velvet cape, with its satin lining.  but his orders had been very specific.  she was to walk to the club, which was only 5 blocks away.  and she knew he had chosen a time when many people would be out.  she took a deep breath, she would not let him down.  besides, she loved the look of the outfit.  she took a deep breath, and walked out into the hallway.

she heard the click of the hotel room, and realized she had forgotten the room key.  oh well, it would not matter, He had another key.  she smiled as she thought about how hard she worked to look nice for Him.  she remembered that first story she wrote Him:

 the kiss

she swallowed nervously, as she moved closer into His embrace.   His arms about her, His hands resting lightly on her waist.  she gently bit her lower lip, as she looked up into His eyes.  His voice, almost inaudible, "dont do that.  allow Me."

as He lowered His face to hers, she gasped softly and then His teeth gently caught her lower lip.  sucking on it gently at first, then His tongue sliding teasingly over the surface.  such an intimate touch, yet she could not respond to it - she had to hold her passions as He tasted and took of her sweetness.  His hands holding her so easily yet keeping her hips from moving to His. 

Again, His tongue exploring the soft texture of her lip, and then as He pulled her hips tight to Him, and she became aware of His arousal... He bit her lip gently.  she gasped!  and in that instance, He deepened the kiss as He merged the perfect blend of pain and pleasure.   she slid her hands up to His neck, curling dainty fingers upwards.

now, she was allowed the sweet delight of tasting Him.  her dainty pink tongue tracing the outline of His lips, and then her lips sliding against His, as she slid her tongue into His mouth.  her tongue, darting, parrying, teasing as the dance of exploration continued.

she moaned softly, as His tongue wrapped easily about hers... pulling it deeper into His mouth.   her tongue quivered, and then she moaned as she felt His claiming of her becoming more intense!  she then tugged gently on His tongue, enticing it into the sweet warmth of her mouth.   and again she gasped as the strong thrust quickly followed!

she clung tight to Him, the kiss burning through her.  her body quivering, yet molding to Him, as was her will.  He broke the kiss and she could see the intensity of Him.  four words that forever changed her life, and He said them simply, quietly... yet branding her inevitably, "you are Mine, now."

......

so long ago, it seems, that she had written Him that story.  she had come up to Him at The Club.  she was so nervous, so scared.  He had been speaking with another girl, and she was terrified that she was too late.   As the young lady walked away, she came up to Him... handing Him the black rose - it had been so difficult to order it for Him - and she handed Him the card.  

"Kneel," He said.  and she knew it was not a request.   she knelt at His feet as He read the story.  
"Stay," He said.  and again, she knew it was not a request.   When He returned, He slid the dainty collar about her neck, and as He attached the clip to the leash, He lifted her up, and said four words:  "you are Mine, now."

her life truly was never the same.  she lifted her head and arched her back, proud to belong to Him.  proud to dress as He ordered.  proud to be His.