The morning light comes dimly through the curtains. My eyes open slowly, then without further hesitation i crawl out of the bed. Presenting to Mistress Haley as She has always directed; slipping out of my nightshirt and kneeling, naked on the floor. My ankles are crossed behind (a position i had thought awkward at the beginning, the slight discomfort now no longer entering my consciousness), my wrists crossed, my back straight, chest thrust out, rings dangling from my nipples, and, of course...thighs wide open.
The soft chair where my Mistress might sit if She were here draws my gaze; i look into the shadow where Her eyes might be, and speak the words i have said countless mornings before, from locations all over the world, “Good morning, Mistress!” as if She were actually sitting there. A moment longer...a deep sigh; my head slowly hangs. It has been a long time since She has been there.
Pulling on shorts and T-shirt, i step into the exercise room. Forty-five minutes of vigorous spinning later, i walk to the weight rack. It is my responsibility to keep myself fit for Her, to please Her. Everything is about pleasing Her. A quick breakfast, coffee, then water.
Showered, legs shaved, dried, hair fixed, makeup done, i walk naked to the lingerie drawer. How should i adorn myself for Her today? Another deep sigh. What would She have me wear, if She were here? My visage brightens a little at the thought. Pulling out a purple-hued pushup bra, i fasten it carefully and smile at my reflection in the mirror; my breasts, though modest, are still full and high. Taking out a pair of similarly-colored stockings, a matching garter belt, and panties, i giggle slightly at the idea of putting panties on BECAUSE my Mistress wanted it. The garter belt and stockings go on with practiced ease...sliding the stockings carefully up my legs and luxuriating with the feel of the fine denier nylon against my smooth skin. Picking up the panties, and hesitating for a moment...did She mention once about wanting me to wear a butt plug? Another deep sigh, knowing She might not call, but my desire to please Her overrides any reluctance; everything i do or think is about pleasing Her.
Going to the drawer where i keep all my toys, i choose a stainless plug with a purple jewel. A good choice, i think, then pump a little lube onto the tip…
The plug goes in...not easily, but it’s a familiar friend. The plug fills my ass in that special way, reminding me of what i am and who owns me. Looking at myself in the mirror, i see the jewel winking between the smooth globes of my ass cheeks, and i know Mistress would be pleased. The panties slide smoothly up over the garter belt (so they can easily be removed without taking the stockings off) and cover my bare mound, decorated only with the twin labia rings i have had for years. Then i pad over to the closet and pull out my 7-inch platform heels. This slave wants to look her best for her Mistress...if She should call…
The laptop is before me, on a low table as normal. The cushion properly positioned, i re-assume my presentation position. A little more constricted now, on my knees with my high heels under my panty-covered bottom, my wrists crossed behind my back. Once more i thrust out my purple-covered breasts...relax into the position...and wait.
It has been some time since Mistress called me.
The old doubts flood back into my mind. Perhaps i haven’t been pleasing enough in the past. Maybe i wandered too much, caused Her too much heartache and worry. Her collar felt so wonderful around my neck, i took and wore it willingly, and continue to do so proudly...but i know i have strayed, and made Her angry. When She made me a Slave, it was such a happy day! She even changed my name to honor Her. Vanessa i had been, or sometimes JV, but Haleys4everJV i became. And yet, my own needs, sometimes the need and hunger for younger girls, the desire to be used by other Dommes, often clouded my mind. She has been cross with me, more than once.