arrival in london

as monday dawns and my packed bags are sat at the bottom of my bed i go off to work to wait patiently for this evening so i can prepare myself for my master ................unknowingly for the last time...........the day drags but eventually im on my way home mentally planning my routine as i drive .........as i walk through my door i drop my bag at my feet running upstairs to start running my bath ........stepping out of my work clothes i attend to shaving the parts of my body you expect to be smooth and totally hairless before stepping into the warm bath and relaxing for a few moments ......my phone vibrates and as i open the text in anticipation a warmth spreads through my body as i read your words...." your master is on a train on his way to london"............i hurriedly finish bathing ensuring i am clean to the standard you expect from me and dry myself off ........walking through to the bedroom i look at the clothes on my bed ..knowing you would disapprove i still pull on my jeans and top ............chosen for comfort for the train journey...drying my hair i notice its length ..again knowing you will not be happy it hasn't grown as much as you will have hoped..applying the last of my make up i am ready to go and as i collect my case and handbag i take a deep breath and start to pysche myself up into the person i need to be by the time my train gets to london.....the train journey itself is uneventful and i spend alot of it thinking over previous meets we have had as i pull in the train station my phones vibrates .............. a message from you telling me i have now kept you waiting long enough to anger you ...............i run to the toilets and in seconds emerge in a black dress stockings and heels and race for a taxi ...dragging my pink suitcase behind me...minutes later im outside the hotel and call you to tell you i am here....in a terse and deep voice you tell me to walk into the hotel and take the staircase on the right

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