A life left behind

Emily had been on edge all day, wondering what tonight would bring. She had gone for a morning swim in the lake, followed by a run in the early afternoon. The run had been a bad idea as it only gave her time to think. After her run she had a long bath with lavender and vanilla infused bath salts. Soaking for a long while watching one of her favourite movies. Eventually cleaning herself up, including shaving her legs and private area.

It was shortly after 2pm when she started to get ready, moisturizing her smooth flawless tanned skin. Applying the makeup that her soon to be Master had sent her. She applied a dark eye shadow and maroon lipstick. The dress looked even sleazier once she put it on. With a bra or underwear, as Duncan Blackwell had instructed 'Only what's in the box'. The dress barely made it a few inches below her firm round ass. Emily tugged uncomfortably at its hem line, self-conscious of how easily her shaved sex might be exposed. The neck line was low, only held up by two spaghetti thin straps, showing off her cleavage.

She looked at the clock and realized it was almost 4pm. She put on the black strappy high heel sandals. The buckle around her ankle holding them firmly in place. She sat in silence, having no more tears to shed for her impending fate. She counted herself lucky for that now that she work such heavy eye makeup. She was in a complete daze when a knock came at the door. She jumped at the sudden break in silence and rose from her living room couch.

Emily rose from the couch to greet a man at the front door wearing a plain black suit and white dress shirt. Behind him a black SUV limo sat idling at the side of the road. "Miss Field?" He asked plainly with no emotion. Only there to do his job. Emily knew this was it. This would be the last time she would see her little paradise. She looked back at her cottage, her belongings...her life.

She followed him out, closing the door behind her. The driver escorted her to the back door of the car, opening the door and closing it behind her. She sat alone in the back of the limo, with space enough to seat five. Through the privacy glass up front she could see the driver get in and begin to drive her away to her new life.

The ride was a couple hours long back to the city, and felt longer with nothing to do but think about what's to come. She watched the quiet rural roads become busy city streets, feeling more and more nervous by the minute. The limo stopped in front of a tall luxury condo. The driver stepped out and came back to open the door for her. Emily hesitated for a moment, then stepped out onto the busy sidewalk. "The concierge will take care of you inside." The driver told her before closing the back door. He stepped back into the drivers seat and pulled away. Emily was left there in front of the sidewalk, feeling very self-conscious in her short revealing black dress.

Feeling passing eyes on her body, she quickly made her way inside of the condo. The lobby was massive. The ceiling looked to be 40' tall with marble floors and wall, except for the full height windows around the exterior. A massive chandelier hung from the centre of the lobby. Emily approached a large marble kiosk. Her high heels echoing off the marble floors and walls. Behind the kiosk a woman in a black blazer over a white blouse. "Hello. How may I help you?" She greeted Emily with a smile. "Hi..I..I'm here to see Mr. Blackwell." The woman smiled at Emily with sincere friendliness. "You must be Emily. Mr. Blackwell informed us of your arrival." She slid a keycard across the marble counter to Emily. "Take this Keycard and down that corridor, you'll find the elevators." She said pointing to a corridor between the 40' high marble walls. "Mr. Blackwell is on the penthouse floor." Emily nodded her head with a slight smile, at the woman's friendliness. "Thank you."

There were four elevators in the elevator lobby. Emily saw the keycard fob beside one and tapped it. The elevator doors opened and she stepped inside. The button panel showed 99 floors with a PH button above all, lit up. Emily had guessed the keycard gave direct access to the penthouse. Her hand trembled as she reached for PH button. The elevator dinged and the doors closed. She stepped back against the back wall of the elevator cart and felt it rise.