Standing motionless besides the open rear door of the black stretch limo, she kept her eyes straight ahead; not looking at the gentleman making his way down the steps towards her. He was tall and confident and bore a commanding presence as casually as though he’d been born with it. He stepped up to the curb and flicked a glance over the young woman, looking smart in her uniform.

“Is that the uniform I provided you?” he asked in a low quiet voice. He knew, of course, it was; he had hand-selected each piece, from the thigh high black boots and white corset, to the short black skirt, black cuffs and smart black cap. The deep red velvet bow tie matched the color of her lipstick. He watched the quick flash of nervousness that flew across her features before she quickly answered, “Yes, Sir, is there something wrong?”

He handed her the long case he’d been carrying before releasing the buttons on his coat and turning his back to her. She set the case down inside the car and turned to pull the garment off his shoulders. She folded it over her arm and stood quietly awaiting further instructions. He watched her swallow nervously a couple of time before he climbed into the vehicle. She perched on the seat next to him, just inside the car, as he had trained her to do. She carefully laid the folded coat next to the case on the other seat. She kept her eyes forward and her posture erect.

“I thought you were to wear the green tie for holidays” he asked casually.

“Sir?” she stammered, “I am not aware that today is a holiday”. She reviewed her mental calendar furiously; hating the thought she could have missed something and disappointed him. This little game had begun a few months ago when she had asked him what “chauffeuring” referred to on her checklist. When he had explained the sub’s service of driving her Dom around in a car, she had laughed at the ordinary vanilla nature of such a thing. She hadn’t caught the amused expression on his face and had missed the tone behind his casual, “It seems to work for some people, my pet”.

A week later, a large white box had greeted her when she got home from work and she had been amazed to open it and find the sexy uniform. Now, a few months later, her opinion that there couldn’t be anything kinky about driving someone around had definitely changed.

“Today is July 14th” he continued calmly, “It’s Bastille Day… and you’re out of uniform”. He smiled at her still posture, quick breaths and how her head dropped.

“Of course, Sir, how silly of me… a French holiday” she breathed, “Would you like me to fix my uniform?”

“Oh no, my pet, since this isn’t the first time you’ve forgotten a holiday, I feel I need to make the lesson more memorable for you” he flicked the cuffs of his white shirt down under his jacket, seeing her squirm slightly on the seat next to him. He loved to make her squirm…

“I’m sorry Sir, of course, whatever you think is appropriate” she said, trying to sit still. He held out his hand and she looked up to see him gesture towards the long case. She frowned and reached over to lift the leather box and hand it over to him. He waited until she had closed the limo door as instructed before smoothing his hands over the case. He watched her as he flicked the metal locks and lifted open the lid. She gasped as she saw the selection of floggers and paddles nestled in the red velvet lining.

“But Sir…” her startled eyes flew to his and she saw the dark truth in his amused look. It wouldn’t have mattered which bow tie she had worn… she would have been “punished” for being out of uniform either way. He set the case on the floor and looked at her with raised eyebrows. She slowly slid off the seat to kneel on the thick carpeted floor and slid the short black skirt up. At his command, she knelt on all fours on the seat in front of him.

He gazed fondly at the firm and, as of yet, unmarked pale skin gleaming in the low lights. “La vie est belle” he murmured as he ran his hands lightly over the flesh and smiled as her shoulders sank down to the seat.