Angels fingers lingered over the note, the thick vanilla colored paper velvety beneath her touch. He always did everything in style. Her blue eyed gaze traced over the very familiar slant of His handwriting.

Go to the closet and take out the box sitting behind My black coat. Lay it on the bed and do not open it until 2 p.m.

She turned, the soft flesh of her lower lip caught between straight white teeth, the perfected end of three years of braces only recently removed. Her tongue flickered over smooth even teeth and she smiled. He had met her just six months after she had them put on. He had told her He had never seen a more beautiful smile.

She was His completely from that very moment.

She opened the closet, the double doors sliding back easily and knelt down, pushing aside the long black trench He wore in the Autumn months when the wind began to blow more crisply and left rose blooms in fair cheeks. She pulled the long blue box out slowly and held it across her legs. Clothing. It had to be. He did things like this all the time. Little surprises for no reason other than to show her how much she was cherished.

She had never felt more cherished and it wasn't the gifts, it was the Man. The way He looked at her, the reverent way His fingertips slid over her cheek or pushed back her hair. The way in the middle of the night He curved His body around her as if to protect her from the demons that had once plagued her dreams. He loved her. It took her breath away.

She brushed a slender hand over damp lashes and pushed up from the floor, a sentimental smile curving soft lips. She slid the box onto the midnight blue down comforter and fingered the silky white bow He had tied Himself with deft fingers. She could almost smell His scent rising up to her nose.

She peeked at the bedside clock.

11:15

She groaned inwardly, knowing there was always a method to His instructions, but feeling the little girl sense of curiosity well up inside her as she traced the edges of the box. He knew that about her as well as He knew everything about her it seemed and a faint grin curved her lips as she thought He most likely planned it so she would have to battle her incessant curiosity.

She slid her hand from the box and turned, forcing herself to focus on something else, moving from the room and going downstairs to prepare a small meal.

She moved with proficient ease around the large kitchen, popping a homemade loaf of bread in to the old fashioned stone oven He built for her to reheat as she fixed a plate of leftover grilled tuna and fresh veggies from their garden. She eyed some ripe strawberries for dessert thinking of how perfectly lovely they would be on her tongue after being dunked in some fresh cream.

Every part of their home brought a wash of memories of days past. Warm days in the garden, bent over some patch of vegetables or flowers with a sudden grip of fingers around her hips, her skirt pushed up, and Him deep inside of her. She never wore panties while gardening, she loved the feel of her skirt rising up the backs of her thighs and the slip of air that slid in against her sex and she enjoyed knowing that if He chose to peer out the window, He could see what was so very much His possession.

She shivered, eyes closing briefly as she enjoyed the memories, her fingers closing round a fat little orange, grabbing a sharp knife to slice it into quaters and press the dripping meat of the fruit against a strainer for fresh juice. Her mind swayed to a time when her bottom had sat bare on the cold counter, orange slices squeezed over her thighs and His tongue licking a path upwards until she had hit her head hard against a cabinet as she threw it back and their laughter had broken the heated silence.

So many memories.

He had met her at a party given by mutual friends in the D/s community. She had only one Dominant before Him and it had not gone all that well, She had rushed into the relationship full of girlish dreams and He had fed upon her innocence. For seven months she had remained a near prisoner locked in His home. It had taken a female Dominant Friend to get her away from Him and once gone she had devoted herself to learning more about who she really was as a "submissive" What she needed from Someone and what she had to offer Another. She shook her head gently, she didn't feel like it was about labels anymore. Sometimes she thought the term submissive didn't belong to her. She didn't submit to anyone but Him. It wasn't about what she did or didn't give Him, it just boiled down to. She was His. She no longer considered she was *submitting* anything of herself because she had simply given Him her whole being. She belonged to Him as fully as if He supplied her very breath. She wanted nothing more then to spend her life giving Him back every ounce of Love and Respect He had shown her in the last two years. She used to spend her days waiting to wake up from this sweetest of all dreams, but finally accepted that He was real, their love that shined so rare, was real.

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She cleaned up her lunch mess with slow methodic movements, glancing up every few seconds at the clock to watch time seemingly slow to dripping honey.

The taste of fresh cream and strawberry lingered on her tongue and she thought of Him kissing her then, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, His fingers slipping between her thighs, teasing her clit until she sagged against His body for support. It happened so often that her clit flowered to life in memory and she pressed her thighs together to milk the pleasant sensations.

"God..that Man.." she whispered into the quiet kitchen with a sigh. A smile clinging to full lips, a soft groan following the words.

Finally as quickly as the hand struck 2p.m., she raced from the kitchen and up the stairs to their bedroom, coming to a dead stop just a foot from the bed. She found she was grinning madly and paused to contain herself and savor the delicious feeling of the surprise.

But she could not resist for long, she whirled and landed with a soft bounce on their bed..the box jumping up a bit in reaction. She caught it and laid it gingerly across her legs. Long nimble fingers plucked at the bow, laying it with care onto her nightstand and turned back to the box. She carefully began to lift the lid, a hint of midnight blue silk catching her eye. She tore the lid off then quickly and gasped.

"Ohhhh......" She carefully plucked the lil' note, matching the one left this morning, from the dress and laid it aside for a moment and stood. She let the box fall to the floor as she lifted the silk sheath evening gown up. It was ankle length with a slit up one side, she guessed that would stop just about at the curve of her hip. Daring. It had a halter style top, tying at the back of the neck. There simply was no back to the gown and dipped low onto the curve of the bottom. It gleamed midnight blue and she knew it would go with her own blonde hair and fair skin magically.

She dazedly sat back down on the bed..the dress slipping through her fingers like liquid as it came to rest beside her. She picked up the note and flicked it open with a quick snap of her wrist. What a good girl. I know you didn't peek before 2 p.m. Now that you have this first surprise. Shower. Pack a bag. Include the dress, hose, heels, makeup, whatever you will need to prepare for an elegant dinner. You are to meet Julia at 3:30 p.m at Her home. When you arrive there, you will receive further instruction.

Don't be late my love.
P.

More surprises? She nibbled at her lower lip, mind racing. What was He up to? Surely..No...No..He wouldn't...would He?

Her mind raced back to a conversation just a very few weeks ago when He asked her if He chose to share her with Another if she would do so willingly. She had answered it would not be something she wanted, but if it pleased Him, she would obey His wishes. He had nodded and said nothing more.

She swallowed, heart now racing painfully hard in her chest, even as she moved to follow His instruction. She quickly undressed, taking no time to admire the nude body in the bathroom mirror. A body that had been perfected by His instruction on diet and exercise. She had been slender when they met, but not as conditioned as she now was. Her body curvy, not overly muscular, but toned. Honey blonde hair with a tinge of red spilled down her back and caressed silken skin. Skin, that treated once a month in a spa with honey and flower petals among other skin softeners, glistened with a healthy glow in the soft light. He pampered her. He felt the gift of her Body, Mind, and Soul deserved on the best in return. She never failed to quit appreciating how lucky she was to have His love.

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Forty-Five minutes after she stepped out of the shower and donned a pair of oatmeal colored trousers and sleeveless ivory silk tank top, some strappy sandals and a smidge of lip gloss, she was in her black Acura ten minutes away from Julia's home; The car purring quietly along deserted sunday streets.

Julia was her closest friend, a Dominant as long as she had known Her from their days in college together. Julia had been the one to *rescue* her from her pervious Dominant. Julia had been the one to arrange for her to meet Paul at the party given in Her home that night a few years back. Julia was simply her Heroine in a lot of ways. Strong and confident and bold in ways she simply was not. Well..not until she had met Him.

She pulled into Julia's drive, as always admiring the flowers lining the little walkway leading to the front door. She popped the trunk and pulled the dress, now secure in a clothing bag, along with a medium sized overnight bag with the accessories and essentials for changing later. Dinner. Dinner with Whom? Her heart thudded sharply once again in her chest.

"There you are! Zooming in just under the flag as always" Julia teased from the door.

Angel looked up, bright blue eyes flowing over the long, lovely form of Julia, eyeing with friendly envy the shoulder length curly black hair that appeared so glossy and soft, the large dark eyes and wide smiling mouth.

Angel just grinned and moved quickly up the walk, stopping just inches from Julia to lean forward and press a kiss soft and full to Her mouth quickly

"You know me, i like to push the envelope" she laughed a bit, knowing Julia knew she was far from a risk taker.

"Well get in here girl, have a drink and then we are off" Julia ended the comment with a waggle of perfectly plucked brows and a grin.

"You know what's going to happen tonight! What is this dinner? Who am i going to see? He's loaning me out isn't He? It's a test of somekind....."...she rattled off the questions nervously as Julia grabbed the dress hanger and pushed her lightly inside with a laugh.

"You are submissive, aren't you, Angel girl? hmmm?" Julia smile at her more softly. "Just remember that Paul knows what is best for You both and He would never hurt you. He would never do anything He didn't think you could not handle. That....is all I can say my dear. Now, how about a nice margarita before we race off, mm?"

She watched Julia prepare the drinks quickly at the small personal bar at the other side of the spacious living area. Being a psychologist by day and a Professional Domme by night certainly allowed One the benefit of luxuries. Not that she and Paul lacked; in actuality, they lived just as well as Julia.

When Julia handed her the margarita, extra spicy as they both liked them, Her smile softened as She saw the expression in Angels eyes.
"Hey now, no worrying. I promise that nothing will happen tonight that you don't allow to happen. Okay?"

Angel sat quiet for a few moments more before answering. Finally, nodding quite slowly with a serious inflection to her youthful voice she answered.
"You're right, and i will face whatever is before me with my only thought being to Please Him the best i can...sooooooo....." her smile came to life a bit at this point. "where are we rushing off to?"

Julia sipped at Her margarita with a wag of one finger in denial, eyes twinkling brightly. "No no...little girls must wait for their surprises until they absolutely can't stand it.." She laughed and reached to plant a soft kiss to Angels cheek.

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