Ready for the Weekend

Before we go out for the weekend, my Lord has a regime he prefers to follow. First, I must be completely clean and free from hair on my legs, underarms and pubic area. I must administer an enema so my bottom is clean as well. He will then inspect me. If he finds fault, He himself will correct the error. Then, he will help me don my corset. He ties it tightly, allowing me little room for movement but enough room for breath.

 Next, He runs his hand across my pussy. He finds any stray hairs I have missed and tsks. He grabs a pair of tweezers and removes the offenders. I bite my lip but am grateful since any hair will likely get caught in the next device he has we where, so really, he is simply seeing to my eventual comfort. Satisfied, he helps me to stand and bend slightly, my hands on the bed. Slowly, he adds a bit of lube to my anus then slips in the metal plug which is attached to the cross beam of my metal chastity belt. Once in place, I stand again and he locks everything in place. Yes, to some this seems odd, but for me it is a comfort. I have been assaulted before and this device assures me that no one but my Lord can have access to me for he alone holds the key to my release. To show my gratitude for his protection, I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. He plays with my hair, gently. I suckle him until he gives me the milk of his essence. I lick my lips and smile, pleased I have done this for him.

Finally, he hands me my dress. Some find my wardrobe odd, but I love it. The dresses he chooses for me hide the holds he has placed on me. I belong to him, am safe with him. Every move I make I feel his hand on my soul.