Sunday morning she had woken up, and she had stretched luxuriously in her bed. Lying under the thick duvet, she had followed his instructions, and during a long time, she had meditated on her body.
She had to start at her feet. Feeling them, realising that they where there, SHe tought about how they felt in heels, how her ankles showed when wearing them. She kept on moving upwards, focussing all her attention, on one single body part, and the opportunities it offered. She found her knees, and her lower legs some of the more difficult parts. Her pussy, and her ass where amongst the easiest. When he came to her breasts, she decided to alot a seperate timeframe just to her nipples. Next came her neck, her throat, her mouth, all parts with limitless possibilities.
She had not been instructed to specifically meditate on the sexual possibilities of these body parts, but she couldn't help seeing them in that way.
A few years ago, she had tought of herself as highly mediocre, and hardly worthy of sexual desire. Now she realised that each part of her body was brimming with erotic potential.
When she was done, she reopened her eyes, and found that she had spent 45 minutes.
She was wet, and her nipples where hard from this meditation, even tough she was absolutely not sure that her Master had planned for this.
She was not allowed to masturbate in bed, so she got up. SHe slipped on the high heeled slippers he had given her last year, and than walked over to the mirror in her dresser, where she masturbated to orgasm.
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Than she had to get dressed, and this was a part she didn't feel truly wonderful about. She had a slave collar, but the statement lay more in the mere fact of having that, and it had been agreed on that she would not be required to wear it in public. Now however, he had asked her to go out shopping, while wearing it beneath a turtleneck, as her very own secret.
She took the collar from the drawer in her bedside table, and in front of the mirror put it on. Like Always, she couldn't help tugging at the ring. Looking at herself, wearing only the collar, she felt pretty, and strangely relaxed.
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Having put this on, she got into her underwear, jeans, heals, and a black turtleneck. The collar was perfectly invisible, but if she touched her neck, she could feel the ring, not to mention that she felt the collar around her entire neck.
She took her shopping bag, breathed in deep, and for the first time, stepped into the public world whilst collared.