Unwrapping my smashing new dress, I admire this a bit and then hang it up. Then with slow deliberation I strip and don my new lingerie.
All in rich purple silk, with alternating panels and lace, this features a bra and panties, garter belt and stockings. Over this goes an elaborately ruffled yet airy and translucent thigh-length robe. Stepping into higher heels than I generally afflict myself with I pose before the mirror, resolutely ignoring the thought of the concealed elevator behind it and the realm of unlimited worship and domination it leads to. Admiring my incredibly sexy reflection I murmur a line from The Terminator to myself.
“Better than mortal man deserves.”
At last I turn my back. Humming softly along with the music I return to the bed and take another sip from the snifter
