Chapter Four
Going Out
“All right, I’m ready.”
But I checked myself in the mirror one more time. A spaghetti string, light gray dress clung to me. A little cleavage, but not too much on top, with an irregular cut hem that terminated in sharp points here and there lightly swayed around my knees. Open-toed strap high heels added two inches to my height. My medium length, dark blonde hair, swept up in back as per Daniel’s orders, revealed plenty of bare skin from my neck to below my shoulder blades. Elegance personified, ready for admiring eyes, namely my Master and Mistress’s. They had hinted at this special night out all week, and I was wound up tighter than a clock. I wanted everything to go right. Everything needed to be perfect. But as I soon found out, even though I thought
