OOC: I kinda messed up this thread when I first posted it, hopefully it'll get better this time...anyone not averse to some SM is welcome to join!
Sandra let the hot water of the shower soothe her...but even its warm pleasant touch could not fully ease the excitement of her body and soul. Tonight...was the night. Tonight her Master would take her out...and make it known that she was his slave.
The private training lessons were over for now...her skills were honed, and all she needed was the right amount of humiliation to truly know her place...so her Master said, and Sandra knew he was right.
"You will be exposed, and used...and there might also be some pain, but I am sure will manage, my beautiful girl" he had said. Sandra had know idea where he was taking her, though she had formed some ideas by the dark hints he had dropped...
She was almost sure she would have to please not only him but also other men...perhaps other women as well. There would be gentleness and love, but also rough, even brutal acts. Who knew what performances, what acts, what tortures she would have to undergo....the thought made her shiver, but at the same time she wished it was already happening...she wanted to undergo it all, the humiliation, the pain, the being used...her heart lept at the thought of doing it for her Master...and for herself.
Sandra finished showering after drying herself off and combing her shoulder-long blonde hair, she stood before the mirror and observed herself with glittering green eyes. She had only just shaved her pussy, as had been her Master's command. Then, realizing that there was not much time left, she went into her room to get dressed.
She had not been given specific instructions on how to dress, and her Master would probably change most of her clothes anyway, but Sandra had prepared two outfits that might please him...the one screamed 'slave' and the other screamed 'whore'. She opted for the latter. Her shoes were black high-heels, her legs were clad in black net-stockings. A mini-skirt of red silk barely covered her bottom (panties were, of course, taboo). After some thought about what to wears as top, she chose a semi-transparent white blouse, that left her belly and her arms uncovered. A lot of the top buttons were unbuttoned, and under the blouse she wore a skimpy bra, made of the same red silk as her skirt. Around her neck she wore of course her collar of black leather.
As she applied parfume and make up (red, kissproof lipstick and blue eyeshade), she wondered what her name would be tonight. That was another thing her Master had not been specific about.
"I might want you to keep your name, Sandra" he had said. "Or I might change it. Maybe one that shows that you are mine. Or how much I love you. Or maybe one to humiliate you. We shall see."
Just as Sandra had found her Master's favourite earrings and put them on(each was a little golden ring from which hung a small gold disk, on which which was drawn the silouhette of a naked kneeling woman), the doorbell ran.
Her heart beating as lightspeed, Sandra raced to the door and opened it...
Sandra let the hot water of the shower soothe her...but even its warm pleasant touch could not fully ease the excitement of her body and soul. Tonight...was the night. Tonight her Master would take her out...and make it known that she was his slave.
The private training lessons were over for now...her skills were honed, and all she needed was the right amount of humiliation to truly know her place...so her Master said, and Sandra knew he was right.
"You will be exposed, and used...and there might also be some pain, but I am sure will manage, my beautiful girl" he had said. Sandra had know idea where he was taking her, though she had formed some ideas by the dark hints he had dropped...
She was almost sure she would have to please not only him but also other men...perhaps other women as well. There would be gentleness and love, but also rough, even brutal acts. Who knew what performances, what acts, what tortures she would have to undergo....the thought made her shiver, but at the same time she wished it was already happening...she wanted to undergo it all, the humiliation, the pain, the being used...her heart lept at the thought of doing it for her Master...and for herself.
Sandra finished showering after drying herself off and combing her shoulder-long blonde hair, she stood before the mirror and observed herself with glittering green eyes. She had only just shaved her pussy, as had been her Master's command. Then, realizing that there was not much time left, she went into her room to get dressed.
She had not been given specific instructions on how to dress, and her Master would probably change most of her clothes anyway, but Sandra had prepared two outfits that might please him...the one screamed 'slave' and the other screamed 'whore'. She opted for the latter. Her shoes were black high-heels, her legs were clad in black net-stockings. A mini-skirt of red silk barely covered her bottom (panties were, of course, taboo). After some thought about what to wears as top, she chose a semi-transparent white blouse, that left her belly and her arms uncovered. A lot of the top buttons were unbuttoned, and under the blouse she wore a skimpy bra, made of the same red silk as her skirt. Around her neck she wore of course her collar of black leather.
As she applied parfume and make up (red, kissproof lipstick and blue eyeshade), she wondered what her name would be tonight. That was another thing her Master had not been specific about.
"I might want you to keep your name, Sandra" he had said. "Or I might change it. Maybe one that shows that you are mine. Or how much I love you. Or maybe one to humiliate you. We shall see."
Just as Sandra had found her Master's favourite earrings and put them on(each was a little golden ring from which hung a small gold disk, on which which was drawn the silouhette of a naked kneeling woman), the doorbell ran.
Her heart beating as lightspeed, Sandra raced to the door and opened it...
