Transformation

Remember this from the other day?

"During the conversation Master and shayla had last night, he brought up the fact that he was glad she did not work Thursday. He's got something in mind that day and will not tell shayla what it is. Said that she'd enjoy it, after she recovered.

Recover???

Recover from what, she's wondering."

Well, she found out.

This morning, after she'd gotten back from her walk and started on her exercises, Master told her to just get right into the shower, wait 'til this evening to do the exercises. Things rarely warrant a delay in shayla doing her exercises, so she knew something important was up. Shayla kept her curiosity in check and went about her business around the house. A while later, while he was running an errand, he called her. After telling her what he wanted her to wear, he told her to be ready when he got there in about 7 minutes. Five and a half minutes later she's ready, doing her best to remain calm. Nothing's worse for shayla than knowing that something's about to happen to her, but having no notion of what it may be. And he knows it. He seems to love surprising her.

About 5 minutes before we arrive, Master lays down the ground rules...

#1, don't faint...
#2, don't you dare cry....

Simple, no? Yikes. By now her mind's going faster than the truck was. All she could think was, "don't faint or cry? what are you going to do to me????"

So she stayed calm and resisted the urge to ask questions incessantly. It helped tremendously that she knows she'll not ever come to harm in her obedience to him. But she was still aprehensive.

A little later he pulls into a parking lot and parks the truck. We'd arrived at a salon and spa. A very high-end salon and spa. The type that shayla'd never have the courage to walk into on her own. But, Himself leads her into the door like he owned the place. Shayla held onto her jaw as she walked in, so it wouldn't drop onto the floor & scratch it. A quick word or two to the receptionist and the stylist comes out to greet Master and shayla. Once settled into the chair at the stylist's station, shayla sat while they spoke to each other, the stylist running her fingers through shayla's hair, asking Master questions and making suggestions. They come to a plan of action, then Master leaves her in charge of shayla.

Cut and color, followed by a waxing and make-up. The people there were wonderful, putting shayla at ease rather quickly. In a short time shayla was able to relax and enjoy the conversation as much as the activity. Four hours later, she didn't recognize the beauty that looked back at her in the mirror. The changes were subtly obvious, stunning. And she'd only been near tears from gratitude 6 or 10 times, or more. Though not one made an appearance.

Her Master'd ran some errands while shayla was being worked upon, and returned for her a short time before she was done. It took shayla a minute to get started walking down that hall and present herself to him, she was so nervy. The stylist, bless her, came with shayla and got Master's attention. He's a reader, and was sunk deeply into a magazine. Shayla doubts he even heard us walking up to him. It was worth the nerviness and uncertainty of being in such a place when he looked up, though. Shayla found there's something very nice about seeing a man's eyes widen as he looks at a woman that's familiar, but greatly improved. Very nice indeed.

When we got home, the first thing Master did was pick up his camera. Has shayla ever mentioned that she's phobic about cameras and having her picture taken? She loathes it with a passion. Which makes shayla's recently developing subtle desire that he would photograph her very puzzling. Back outside for a couple pictures, and then in once more. But he wasn't done yet. Shayla was instructed to remove all but the corset, and put on her fish-net stockings and black spike heels. More pictures followed. Shayla got the impression that he was enjoying himself.

He wasn't able to stay long. He had things to do, and he worked that night. So shayla wouldn't be seeing him 'til morning. As he was headed out the door he stood over shayla while she was standing nearby & hovered over her lips. It made her own lips itch, feeling his so close & knowing she was not to try kissing him. He tortured her for a couple more seconds like that, then kissed her really close to each side of the mouth before he was out the door. She had to go to her knees afterwards, her legs were that unsteady. Frustrating, to say the least, for shayla. Especially since Master'd been touching her here & there all afternoon after he'd picked her up. More simmering for her, then.

As Master had been preparing to leave he mentioned that this day, in part, was due to shayla's diligence in her exercise and shaping up. She made sure to put in a good effort on her exercises that afternoon, and ran for part of her walk, which took a half hour more than normal.

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