Andrea goes to dinner!

Joe opted not to do anything else that eventful night. He left the two girls in the living room as he retired for the evening. Janie and Andrea silently got dressed. Neither one had talked about what had just happened. It was almost as if it never did; yet it was burned into everyone's permanent memory.

The rest of the week passed by quietly in comparison. Janie and Andrea continued to workout together, yet they still never brought it up in conversation. Joe never made mention of it to Andrea, yet relished in reading her detailed descriptions that she entered in her diary. He was going to let that simmer for a while. He knew that eventually it would come to a boil again. He had other things he wanted and planned to do. Andrea was becoming accustomed to her daily chores, meeting Joe at the front door after work, giving him his complimentary blowjob of the afternoon. Every meal was prepared to perfection and looked like it should be served at a fine restaurant. There were occasional strikes, which Joe punished Andrea for, but she was definitely improving.

Andrea felt a growing sense of pride, in that she was indeed becoming accustomed to the new lifestyle. It was definitely different than the humdrum life she was living before. Every night was a new adventure. Joe was letting her experience a whole new world, taking her places she never even dreamed of. The only thing that bothered Andrea the most was that she had not been fucked since Joe returned. It had been nearly two and a half weeks since she and Joe had been together intimately. She found herself yearning and craving for him to fuck her. As her hunger grew inside, her attentiveness to detail had increased, along with her desire to make Joe happy with EVERYTHING she did! She realized she was becoming his submissive, but it was okay now!

Joe knew Andrea had succumbed and submitted herself to him, when he read her recent entries in her diary. It was time to reward her. It was Friday afternoon, Joe had finished work, come home, got a great blowjob, ate a great dinner, and was now relaxing in his overstuffed easy-chair recliner. He called Andrea to him. Andrea stood before him, coming from the kitchen, wearing a white lace apron. Nothing else, just the white lace apron! Joe reached behind the chair and grabbed a large box, handing it to Andrea.

Andrea's eyes welled up as she took the large box, expertly wrapped in shimmering, black paper. She pulled the tiny card out from under the big red bow in the top corner of the box. It read: "For my Buttercup, you are but a young flower, in the early spring of life, live to your fullest, MASTER." A single tear dropped from Andrea's right eye as she examined the box, trying to determine where to open it. She delicately pulled at the flaps trying not to rip at the fine paper. She ran her finger along the seam, teasingly separating the paper from the box. Under the paper was a black cardboard box. Andrea lifted the top off. Her gift lay beneath a thick layer of black tissue paper. When Andrea pulled it away, she gasped in delight as she pulled from the box, an exquisite, black evening gown. Andrea stood as she held it up to examine it. The gown was a full-length gown that gathered at the waist, with slits on either side that went all the way up to the waist. There was no back, just two pieces of fabric leading from the waist, criss-crossing to a thin black collar. It was very plain, yet very elegant. Andrea looked at Joe with utter love, and said, "Thank you." She then quickly remembered, and added, "MASTER!"

Joe decided it was the perfect time to drop the bomb. "I told you, you would be rewarded for fine behavior. That is a small token of my appreciation. Tomorrow, you will wear that when we go out. I have some 'special plans' for tomorrow. I want you to be on your toes. You need to make sure you get plenty of rest. Once you finish your chores, you may go to bed. No punishment tonight! I will even permit you to sleep in, so that you may be well rested. Make sure you study the book, and make sure you know the signals! See you tomorrow." He rose from his seat, kissed Andrea on the tear-stained cheek and retired for his bed. He knew that Andrea would be restless, wondering what he had planned.

Andrea did exactly what Joe had envisioned. She panicked. She had no idea what Joe had planned, and rather than relax and just let it happen, she worried herself the entire night, unable to sleep, constantly envisioning the multitude of scenarios Joe, her MASTER, would place her in. She had finished her chores early and finished her diary entry. She studied the manual from front to back, paying particular attention to the codes. She knew if Joe had told her to study them, he was planning on using them, but where?

Saturday morning came, and Joe noticed Andrea sleeping restlessly next to him. He got out of bed, trying not to wake her, and made his way downstairs. He made the coffee himself, snickering, that he hadn't done that in nearly two and a half weeks. Today was going to be a great day he convinced himself as he sat to read the paper. It was nearly eleven before Andrea came paddling down the steps; frantic that Joe was pissed at her for sleeping in.

Andrea was relieved to see Joe's smiling face appear from behind the paper as he watched her cross the room. "I'm so sorry. I should not have slept so late." Andrea tried apologizing until Joe lifted his hand.

"Don't worry! Go take a shower, get cleaned up, and then go get your hair and nails done. Just be back by four, we have to leave by five." Joe returned to reading the paper, ignoring Andrea.

Andrea's jaw nearly hit the floor. Joe NEVER encouraged her to get her hair and nails done. He always thought it was a waste of time and money. But she wasn't going to argue. She quickly spun on her heels and darted back up the steps. Into the shower, out of the shower, and then out the door she went. She had her nails done first, then had her long hair pulled up and twisted into a cute bun with some ornate hairpieces decorating her head. She made it back to the house with ten minutes to spare.

Joe whistled in appreciation as she modeled her hairdo for him. He told her to put her gown on, and told her to wear her high-heeled shoes. Andrea hadn't worn those in a long time, and wondered if they still fit. She pulled the gown on, adjusted everything into place, and fastened the collar around her neck. She sat on the bed and placed the black, four-inch, leather strapped heels onto her feet. She was sure her feet and legs would be sore when the evening was over. She rose and looked in the mirror. She was amazed to see a totally different woman staring back at her. She looked gorgeous. Joe echoed those thoughts as he appeared from the bathroom, dressed in a full tuxedo and black bow tie. Andrea did a double take; not expecting to see Joe dressed in such formal attire. She smiled in appreciation as he closed the distance between them and gave her a small peck on the cheek.

The two scurried out the door and into their car. Andrea still did not know where they were headed. When Joe got in his side, he looked at Andrea, with a questioning look on his face. "Did you study the book last night?"

Andrea remembered, that when riding in a vehicle, she was to pull her skirt or dress all the way up, exposing her pussy. She quickly raised her hips off the seat and slid the gown to the side, exposing her freshly shaven legs all the way up to the neatly trimmed bush of fine curls between her legs. Immediately, her nipples puckered at the thought of what she was doing, and poked prominently through the fine fabric of her gown. Joe smiled and started the car.

They drove off into the darkness. Joe was mostly silent, not letting Andrea know where they were going. They drove for nearly half an hour before Joe pulled up to a finely decorated Italian restaurant. Andrea noticed the valet standing at the front door as Joe pulled up. She looked nervously at Joe for guidance, hoping that he would let her cover herself before the valet opened the door.