Preparations:


I am ready, anxious, waiting for the hours to pass now.

Talking to you online, flirting in the forums, chatting, talking on the phone and hearing your voice.

Bringing you to this point, where we will meet again, but this time without the need to rush. Yet what a rush it will be.

My preparations have been simple in terms of things. Yes, I have new restraints and fashioned a hogtie rigging... something I can quickly release if you discover it to be outside of your comfort zone... and a few small items I hope will make your breath catch in your throat.

But my preparations have been complex as well, for you are a complex person and all such meetings require a delicate touch. Perhaps an oxymoron to think in terms of being delicate and careful when my intent when I have you in my hands is to be firm and demanding. But until then, yes. Care to not frighten you off. Care to build your trust and self confidence.

This meeting will be unique. You already know me. Have met me. Have felt me. Those trepedations, those pre-meeting concerns don't exist. Yet you were skittish because you doubted yourself. Your own ability to be what I want you to be. And I hope I have by now assuaged those doubts... and that you are indeed ready for what is to come.

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The time since we met has been long. And interesting. And exciting.
And incredible. Every day I thought about the time we spent together
in Minnesota, as well as the time we'll spend together in the future.
And now, the future is here. In less than 40 hours, I'll be with you
again. And finally, completely, be yours.

Preparing for the coming week has been an adventure. I've found myself
doing more shopping in the last few weeks than I've ever done in my
life! Some things I buy are at your request, some are items that I hope
will please you. I've learned over the last two months how important
it is to please you. How important to you and how important to me. I
love nothing better than to hear your voice, saying "Good girl".

Tonight, I packed. Each item from my closet or from a shopping bag was
examined. Some were tried on, again. As I worked my way through
closet, drawers, bags and boxes, I found myself thinking of your reaction.


"Would Oz like this? Would he find me sexy in this? Will he be
pleased? Oh, I hope he's pleased."

As I added each piece of clothing, each pair of shoes, to the suitcase,
I realized that I was getting wet. And when I tried on the special
outfit I bought, just for you, and looked at my image in the mirror...I
got really, really wet. I imagined your voice, directing me to bend
over. Telling me to flip up my skirt. Demanding that I count. And I
almost came, right then. But, I'm waiting for you, milord. Waiting for
reality to replace my fantasies and memories. Waiting for the
opportunity to please you, to sate you, to kneel for you and beg you and give
all I am to you. Waiting for more of what you only gave me a taste of
two months ago.