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Dressing to Please Master

Master's girl dresses for a special night out.
Another piece dedicated to my Master. <3
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The mirror was coated in steam and the small bathroom was dense with humidity from the scalding hot shower she had stepped out of. She had a towel snugged around her hips and another draped over her shoulders to catch the droplets of water that fell from her wet ringlets. She took a moment and took up her cuff, snugging it tight around her wrist, and making sure that the D ring was shined. She was taking her time, moving slowly—deliberately. She wanted to be perfect, needed to please Him.

She wanted desperately to hear his gruff words of praise, to feel his fingertips under her chin—a silent command that she was allowed to look up at her Master. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind so she would be able to prepare to see Him. She smiled to herself; she was so easily distracted by the thought of Him, of being near Him.

She dropped the towel from her shoulders and grabbed her hairbrush, attempting to tame her curls before her hair dried. She shivered as a stray droplet fell and trailed down her spine, sliding from her neck down past her hip.

She was gentle as she toweled herself dry, luxuriating in the soft textures smoothing over her skin. Again, she shivered when the towel hit more sensitive areas—just thinking of Him was enough to push her just a step closer to sensory overload. A deep breath, and then another—she needed to focus in order to get herself ready for Him and to do that, she needed to not think about Him.

It would be easier to hold her breath for a day than to stop thinking of Him…

Another breath as she grabbed her lotion, rubbing slow circles into her legs and inhaling the fragrance. She was trying to sooth herself, calm herself. It would be much easier to do if He were there to order her down into calm—to remind her of her place. She wanted Him to grab her by the wrists and squeeze ever so slightly—apply enough pressure to get her to drop to her knees at His feet. She needed everything He would give her—her thoughts trailed off and her fingertips inched higher, still rubbing soothing circles into soft skin.

She caught herself after a moment, panting. “Focus, girl. You need to get dressed or you’ll be late…” She shook her head and wrapped the towel more firmly around her hips, hanging up the towel she’d been using for her hair.

He liked cleanliness, when it suited Him.

She made her way to the bedroom and into the closet, looking for the outfit she had been told, specifically, to wear. She blushed when she found the clothing—barely-there scraps of material that, even in polite conversation, wouldn’t be considered an outfit.

She found her knee high socks, red and black stripes, and rolled them up her legs, smoothing them and making sure they looked perfect. She stood, gazing at herself in a small mirror—she hoped that He would approve of her color choice; he’d left that decision up to her.

Next, deliberately, she pulled on a pair of thick, black boots covered in buckles. They only came up to mid-shin, but they were perfect on her—chucky soles, black straps, and bit of shine and metal to catch anyone’s attention. She couldn’t help herself, she grinned at her reflection. She had a feeling she was going to be in a lot of trouble this evening.

She pulled a slip of fabric—black tulle and ruffles—off of the hanger and slipped is over her hips. It was a skirt that barely covered her waist at the very top, and once anyone’s eyes moved lower than an inch from the elastic, they would see everything she had to offer. Her cheeks flared red—she couldn’t believe that she was going to leave the house like this. He wanted to display her, to claim her as His. They were going out tonight, and she would be His for the world to see. A shiver swept through her and she had to refocus her breathing; she was running out of time to get ready. He expected her in less than twenty minutes.

She smoothed down the skirt, the tulle flaring out from her waist and bouncing as she moved. She grabbed her corset next, fingertips trailing over the black material as she snugged it into place. Deft fingertips had her weaving a red silk ribbon through the grommets in moments, lifting everything into place. She gave the skirt a gentle tug, making sure everything lined up perfectly.

She took a moment to grab a small backpack that lay waiting on her bed before heading back to the bathroom. With a delicate hand she applied her eyeliner, a bit thicker than normal, and her bright burgundy lipstick. He would be so proud—He had picked out every bit of her outfit. This was strictly to please Him, for Him to display her and claim her in front of anyone who would challenge His claim.

She tied her hair up into pigtails, fastening jangly hair falls to each pigtail—she was goth without being depressing, and punk without being too bouncy. He would love it.

Satisfied that He would be pleased, she went into the living room and knelt, waiting.

He showed up early and let himself into the house, growling his approval when she came into view, kneeling, head down. He ran a single fingertip along her bare shoulders, tracing over skin and ink with a smirk. She held back a shiver, and kept herself locked in position. She wouldn’t disobey any command now—she wanted Him too badly to risk punishment.

He bent down, His lips brushing her ear, “Such a good girl…” She couldn’t help the shiver that coursed down her spine at His words. He chuckled softly, not bothering to chastise her. “My good girl…”

He moved away from her, back towards the doorway—she bit her lip to keep from whimpering at the loss. She could hear Him rummaging, but didn’t dare turn around. She held her breath, waiting.

He was back within a few moments, and His fingertips petted along her neck, urging her to lift her head. When she responded, immediately, she was rewarded with another soft growl, “Good girl…” His hand pressed lightly on her throat, a sign of possession, of protection. His other hand was curled around something small and thin. “Would you like to wear this too, My girl?” He lifted his hand, showing her a collar that matched her cuff. His eyes were warm, inviting.

Her eyes widened—He had made the collar to match the cuff, to match the cuff He wore—it was gorgeous. She nodded, her eyes shining with want, with need, with utter adoration. “Please, Sir...”

He gave her a soft smile and leaned to fasten the collar snug against her neck, the D ring glinting in the light. “Beautiful…” His voice was a soft sigh—she believed Him when he said that she was beautiful, trusted Him with everything. He looked down at her for another moment, before giving a slight tug to the collar, clipping a thin lead to the D ring. “Come on, My girl…if we don’t leave now, I’m not letting you out of My sight…”

She purred and stood, giving Him a gentle kiss on His cheek, leaving a bright pair of lips fully visible. When she turned towards the door, she received a sharp slap to her backside. She smiled in utter delight as she heard Him growl, “You’re not going to be sleeping tonight, My dear. I promise you that…”
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