The Remainder of The First Tale.
This tale began here.
The violet lighting she was bathed in was soft yet intense, edgy and soothing at the same time. She loved the iridescent effect it had on the metal features of her chain and collar. She also had a glow emanating from within.
Her mindset and confidence? Steadfast. Complete.
Her desire, willingness, determination? Complete.
Her excitement? Complete.
But despite her outward composure, no one in the audience knew that this was her first time… at something like this, at least.
Despite looking like she was all-together and poised, kneeling as she was in that perfectly posed obedient position, inside she was trembling, her wetness threatening to seep down the inside of her inclined thighs.
She was on edge with anticipation, wondering what this night would bring.
But she was ready.
Story Notes:
No matter your gender, take a pause, here. A little mental vacation.
Make The Master your preferred gender. Put yourself in The Pet’s place.
Sit, or kneel, your hands relaxed on your lap, or above your knees.
Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly, then another.
Insert yourself into the mysteries of what may come, the unknown.
The unbridled unknown.
We shall soon begin.