She dresses following his instructions to the letter. Short, plaid school girl skirt, ruffled white panties, white button up shirt with only the middle two buttons buttoned, the bottom tied at her waist, white lacy bra, white knee socks and black mary jane's. She carefully double-checks to make sure her body is smooth and hair free. She recalls his words, "No makeup".

Will tonight’s activities include fisting, needles or the violet wand? Could there be knife play, wax play, or even breath play? Would she get to feel the thud of the flogger, the sting of the crop, or the burning of the paddle? Will he slap her face and call her a whore? Would he use her ass? Perhaps, he will bite her neck hard and growl with a passion she has only experienced with him. She wishes she knew. She can feel herself getting wet at these possibilities and the others.

The anticipation is so intense. She does not know what to expect. Yet, it does not matter as long as she is serving him. How she thr...

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