Pamela's first scene

When she woke her owner was gone. Beside her on the pillow where he had lain was a white envelope with her name written on it in his handwriting. He had used his fountain pen, as he always did, to write her name carefully in the middle of the envelope. And, next to that was a pink rose that he must have brought in from the garden. She smiled. It was a lovely way to begin her day. She closed her eyes again for a minute or two and remembered the previous evening with him. He had been particularly tender with her; surprisingly so, kissing her body all over and holding her close to him, as if protecting her. Then, she remembered the envelope beside her and she was curious now to see what he had said to her; probably, that he loved her and would miss her whilst he was gone.

Pamela was wrong about the contents of the letter. Her owner had been business like and to the point, instructing her of what she was to do. She was to make herself ready; her body clean and cleansed. She was to wear her black, no sleeve, light wool sheath dress; black heels. She was to wear no jewellery and no garments below the dress but she should be particularly meticulous about her makeup and hair. He told her that he wanted her to feel as beautiful as she was to him.

Immediately after reading the note she should eat a light, nutritious brunch; an omelet, some orange juice and tea. She was to be collected at noon. At 11.45, after all her preparations, she should insert her butt plug and also place into her pussy cunt her vaginal balls. The driver would take her to a location, where she would be attended to by a man well known to her owner. She was to do exactly as he said and obey all instructions. Her owner was unsure as to whether he would be able to meet her at the location or not but she should be certain that anything that took place there was on his instructions, and that her obedience there would demonstrate to him that she was a good girl and worthy of ownership. Her owner loved her very much, he wrote, and would never do anything to harm her. She must always trust.

Pamela began to feel bubbles emanate from the pit of her stomach right up to her throat and through her head. She felt light and floaty. She had no idea what lay ahead of her but she was excited; embracing of the challenge.

At five minutes to two o’clock, Pamela checked her appearance in the hall full length mirror. She was no longer a young girl, but she felt desirable; even beautiful. What she saw was a woman in love; a woman whose eyes were bright, whose skin was clear and healthy and who radiated desire. She felt confident; assured; willing.

When the driver rang the door bell a minute later, she collected her small bag containing nothing more than her front door key, as instructed, and walked towards she knew not what. In her mind was only one thought; ‘Bring it on.’

(to be continued)

© Vesta 2009