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anything I’d ever owned. I assumed I would be going out in public in this
dress. Good Lord.
    After removing the dress and laying it on the bed, I pulled
on my robe and dug around in the closet looking for a pair of shoes and a purse
that would compliment my outfit. I found what I thought would do, though they
weren’t nearly of the sort of quality a dress like that demanded.
    I spent a ridiculous amount of time getting ready, shaving
and plucking and nitpicking to my heart’s content. I fussed with my hair for
ages, finally going with what I imagined to be something of a Roman or Greek
kind of thing, wrapping a fine gold chain into and around my up-do.
    I took more care with my make-up than usual, and I tried on
every pair of earrings I owned until I found something that worked. I left my
neck bare but did slip a thin braided gold bracelet onto my wrist.
    Then I put on the dress again, and the shoes, and checked
myself in the mirror. I thought I looked pretty damned good, although most of
the credit had to go to the beautiful dress.
    I barely had time to admire the whole effect, when I heard a
knock at the door. I looked at the clock. That would be Michael, right on time.
He had bypassed the buzzer system, just as he had the first evening. It would
be easy for him to charm his way into any building, I thought.
    When I opened the front door and saw Michael, my entire body
warmed. God, he was good-looking, wearing his clothes with such casual ease,
the lightweight sport jacket and pants perfect for a summer evening out, the
fabrics draping faultlessly on his toned body. He appeared every inch the
playboy tonight.
    As I looked into his pale blue wolf eyes, I realized what he
had done. The color of my dress matched his eyes. I couldn’t help but smile.
    He greeted me with a brush of his lips across mine. After I
closed the door, he had me model my dress for him.
    “Beautiful,” he said. “Turn around and let me see the back.
Yes, perfect.”
    He ran his fingers down my naked back, stopping only where
the fabric fell in folds above my rear. “You’re so sexy. Every man will envy me
tonight.”
    He had me turn back to face him again. He smiled down at me
and traced the edges of the dress across my chest. He asked, “Did you follow
the rules?”
    I returned his smile and answered, “Of course I did.”
    “Of course I did, what?”
    “Oh, sorry. Of course I did, Master. I’ll get the hang of
this, I swear.”
    He said, “It’s a good thing you look so delectable right
now, or I’d be tempted to punish you. I think though, that I need to check and
make sure you followed the rules. Raise your arms straight out to the side.”
    I did so. He reached out both hands and slid them into the
large armholes on the side of the dress. He squeezed my bare breasts under the
silky folds of fabric. I shivered under his touch.
    He said, “You’ve got to love easy-access clothing. As soon
as I saw this dress, I thought, beautiful ... and practical, too.”
    He removed his hands and said, “Plus, multiple modes of
entry.” He reached out and tugged on the shoulder straps of the dress, pulling
them down slowly. I watched as the scoop neck of the dress went lower and
lower, revealing more and more cleavage, until at last, he had pulled it low
enough that my breasts were entirely uncovered, the folds of the fabric now
falling beneath my breasts.
    He said, “Magic, huh? The back is higher, but the front is
lower. I enjoy options.” He flicked one of my nipples and I moaned lightly.
    “But there’s more to check,” he continued.
    He left my breasts exposed then reached down and slipped a
hand under my skirt. He told me to spread my legs, and when I did, he cupped my
pussy in his big palm. His fingers tickled me and slid between the folds of my
flesh.
    “You’re already wet,” he said, his voice lower now, his gaze
on my bare breasts.
    I fought to control my breathing and keep my arms raised
properly out to the side.
    He