Fifteen
BY THE TIME NEW YEAR’S Eve rolled around, I was starting to go stir crazy. My apartment felt so small and I was desperate for something to do.
Although Master and Sir had taken me to their private island and showed me a world of interesting things I’d never experienced before, the fun hadn’t lasted forever. The day after Christmas, we returned home and they delivered me to my apartment. After a rather sweet good-bye, I closed the door behind them and was left to my own devices.
At first, the silence was deafening. Having spent so much time in the presence of others, I feared that being alone was going to drive me slowly out of my mind. Oddly enough, I had needed the solitude to get in touch with my own thoughts and feelings. The weekend had been incredible, but the overstimulation wasn’t something that I was used to.
While trying to get in touch with myself, I spent most of my time contemplating everything that had happened, alone with my thoughts. Fortunately, my four bosses mixed things up a bit, alternating between calling and texting throughout the six days since I’d seen them. It made me feel good that they were checking in on me.
Part of me had wanted to spend some time with Kristen, to force her to explain how she’d come into this lifestyle and how she had managed to keep it from me. Although grilling her sounded like a great plan, I had chickened out at the last minute. I wanted her to give me all the answers, but I was hesitant to talk to her about it. At least not until I could come to terms with it all myself. Maybe then it would make sense.
So, without my friends or family to pass the time with, I had counted down the minutes until the day came that I could go back to work. Unfortunately, there was still one more holiday before that would happen and I feared I would be ringing in the new year alone. Despite the fact that Kristen and I had made tentative plans, she had texted to let me know that something had come up at the last minute and they wouldn’t be going out.
I had just decided I would spend the evening watching Netflix and eating Ben & Jerry’s then going to bed before midnight when my phone chirped on the coffee table. At first, I thought it was my mother responding to my text from earlier when I’d asked her how the trip was and when they’d be home. It wasn’t my mother. She hadn’t responded.
But it was someone I had longed to hear from.
Master: Your presence is requested tonight.
I grinned, feeling giddy once again. I hadn’t expected to hear from him until we were back in the office.
Luci: At the risk of sounding lame, I do not have any other plans for the evening, so my presence could be arranged.
Master: I’m happy to hear that. In about twenty minutes, a car will arrive to pick you up and take you to the spa. We have scheduled you some time so you can relax and enjoy yourself. You don’t need to bring anything with you except for your cell phone.
Okay, so giddy was an understatement. As I read the text, I was standing up, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
Luci: I’ll be ready.
Master: Your masters look forward to seeing you this evening. Enjoy your afternoon, Luci.
Yep. I knew this was going to be a New Year’s to remember.
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The limo arrived at my apartment a short time later, just as Master had said it would. I was also delivered to the spa without incident, where I spent a solid three hours being buffed and polished and utterly cared for. When the attendant arrived to remove the hot stones from my back, she informed me that I would be taken to a private villa, where I would be allowed to shower and get ready for my evening.
I was surprised to learn that I would not be going back to my apartment. I briefly panicked, thinking I wouldn’t be able to do my makeup and hair. That was critical for a night out, right? How was a girl to look her best if she couldn’t get to her makeup? I soon learned that wasn’t necessary.
After I took a long, hot shower in the beautifully decorated villa, then wrapped myself in a big fluffy robe, two ladies arrived to do my hair and makeup. They were extremely professional and paid close attention to every detail to the point I felt like a princess. Admittedly, I enjoyed all of the attention, not to mention how incredibly beautiful they made me. Before they left, I was given a large red box and told I could get dressed.
