Learning

Occasionally, Master'll spring something on shayla that she was not necessarily expecting. Last night was a good example.

It was about 3 hours before he was to leave for work, and shayla was anticipating an evening alone, blog entry, watch a little TV, more exercises. Out of the blue he asks shayla if she's got any nice blouses. Going over shayla's wardrobe proved she didn't have anything that would be suitable, so a run down to the store remedied that problem. A quick nap on his part while shayla got herself together & we were out the door. As Master was getting himself ready for work he made the comment that he almost didn't recognize shayla when her back was turned to him. She was to wear her collar, the blouse was to be buttoned only to just above the waist of her jeans, so that it could be parted, the corset in plain view. Looked very nice, surprisingly enough. Shayla's never had the courage to wear anything like that.

When we arrived and shayla came in, she found herself a good place to people-watch, right by the dance floor. Got herself a coke & made herself comfortable. At first she just watched, paid close attention to what the people were doing with their feet. Chatted a little with the couple next to her. Progress as a kajira and in his service, yes, but this was the first time in months shayla'd been in an environment like this, and she wasn't certain of herself. And she'd never had a chance to learn to dance. So she watched, talked to people, watched some more. Finally she got up the gumption to approach a pair of ladies that were dancing some of the faster dances. Got a few tips, was coached through a couple things. Unbelievably, or, perhaps belivably, it came together for her, & she was actually enjoying herself and doing well at it.

A while later a man asked her to dance, and she accepted. He wasn't at all put off by the fact that she didn't know how, & took care to show her. It was surprising, it was a little scary, it was a great deal of fun. We had a good talk, danced a while more together before he had to leave. At the same time he behaved as a gentleman he still gave her the same type looks she'd been getting.

Of course, there were a few facets to this that were to be expected, given shayla's status. The collar was left on. At first, shayla'd turned to to where the lock wasn't as noticable. Master just readjusted it so it was right in front. She left it that way afterwards. Later in the evening, she was ordered to readjust her corset & the blouse, so her nipples were just visible. & then sent off once again. How much notice did the collar get all night, with the padlock dangling in front? Not as much as would have been expected, really. Though she got a great deal more notice after her Master's readjustment of things. The whole time she felt as though she was on display. Which, of course, she was.

She was more than a bit tired by the time her Master's work was over. Not having been to a night club like that in years, and staying there 'til 2 a.m. would do that to a person. She came away drained, mind spinning a mile a minute. Yes, she enjoyed herself a great deal, but Master had brought her more for her to learn and the exposure than for her to go play. She learned, she absorbed the experience. Looking back on it, she sees where she could have done things differently. Overall, though, she came away from the experience improved. She knows she learned a few things. Which was her Master's intention all along.

shayla