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She didn’t know exactly what she said yes to. It didn’t matter.
Chapter 25
White
Chapter 25
Monique had never planned a collaring ceremony before. Not even the one she had with Jacqueline.
Her ex had planned everything. Part of the reason Monique was attracted to her for so long was because she took all the difficult thinking out of life. Jacqueline told her what to wear, where to go, and what to do on any given day. A collaring ceremony? That was like a party, and Jacqueline planned every party. Helen seemed like the kind of woman to delegate it to a professional planner and sign the checks with a shrug.
She wasn’t quite as laissez-faire with the upcoming ceremony, but she made it clear she would like anything Monique planned. They would hold it at her house soon enough. Until then, Monique was knee-deep in planning the ceremony… and hiring a new talent for her Manoir.
“What are your predilections?” she asked the woman sitting before her desk. She had long black hair, draping on her shoulders and resting atop her large breasts which strained against her small T-shirt.The types that come from that club…Monique couldn’t hold it against anyone. Sybil had shown up to her interview wearing overalls. “While we need women who can do a bit of everything, it’s important to know what you’re best at, so to speak.”
A serpent-shaped smile crossed the woman’s face. “Every Friday night at Midnight I put on a show with a man named Scottie. If he’s not crying uncle by the end of the night, I’m not happy – and neither is the audience. Does that answer your question?”
Monique cleared her throat. “Indeed. Would you be willing to move in here full-time?”
“Sure. Place looks nice enough.”
They shook hands at the end of the interview and Monique had a maid escort the young lady out.Don’t think we need another Domme. Right now, June was the biggest Domme of them all, and the others could do it well enough. Yet most of the clients coming to the Manoir were interested in submissive types. Just the day before, Monique received a call asking if she had enough employees for a party. A part of her wished she could say yes just so she could peek in on what they did. Usually, those sorts of parties ended with everyone on the floor, their leashes tight in someone’s hands and the spankings making their asses so pink that they couldn’t sit for days.
Monique had to finish her coffee before she could think straight again.
With the last of her interviews done for the day, she went back to her planning.I don’t know, should there be music?That sounded hokey. It was already strange that they were expectedto write vows for one another. What would Helen say?Only good things, I hope.
The fact she had to hope that…
“Ma’am?” A maid knocked on her door. “There’s a package here for you.”
“Sit it on the table over there.”
“I think you better take a look at it first. It’s not your ordinary package.”
What now?Monique got up, the maid stepping out of the way so her boss could pass through the doorway. There, propped up against the wall, was a boutique box wrapped in silver paper and topped with a pure white bow.
It was the sort of box that could only hold one thing.Clothes.
The maid saw herself out as Monique brought the box into her chambers. She shut herself in her room, locking the door behind her and admiring the beautiful package on her bed.
The first thing she felt was fear.What if it’s from Jacqueline?Then she felt hope. What if it’s from Helen?There was no note to tell her right away who it was from.
She would have to chance it.
Ribbons gave way to the lid of the box. Inside was white, fine tissue wrapped neatly around a piece of… cloth? Silk? Monique gingerly pulled the tissue back to see white silk and lace, luxurious to the touch.
She whistled as she held lingerie in the air.
It was a white corset stitched in lace and tiny, sparse beads that dotted the bodice and ran down the sides. Lace trim bloomed beautifully from the bottom. If Monique wore it, her thighs would look like they were ready for Easter service… minus the fact that this was verysinful.
The corset attached to a white garter. A tag stated Monique’s height. Sure enough the garters went with a pair of sheerstockings that were long enough to reach her knees when she held them to her body.
A piece of paper fluttered to the floor.
“A beautiful ball gown for a beautiful Princess.”Monique held her fingers to her lips. “For the next time we meet.”
The next time was their ceremony. This was what her Mistress wanted her to wear when she collared Monique once and for all.
