Waiting for a gift of beauty

You spend a feverish night, like every night since your lessons began, but the feeling couldn't be more pleasant. You see yourself wrapped in silk and ruffles, walking inside a large palace of white marble and columns, a spacious room where two rows of uniformed guards form a wide corridor. You walk through, feeling watched by these men, to a pedestal with a throne filled with pink and aquamarine cushions. The air has a deep musky smell, you can almost taste it in the back of your throat. You feel gratified.

The light floods you until you are almost blinded.

It is dawn again.

A part of you regrets every morning waking up from those dreams, or, at least, from what you remember. There is an immediate sense of emptiness and absence that you cannot describe. Perhaps you wake up each day to the sound of Andrew leaving the house and the silence in the home causes you to feel slightly melancholy. You wish you could spend more time with him, that he would teach you more to become that powerful image of your dreams. A king. Or, well, from the dress you remember wearing in the dream, you looked more like a queen or princess.

When your eyes fall upon your uniform, the smile returns to your face and any doubts dissipate. Without the nerves of the night before and with a clear mind, you get dressed. You would say it has taken you longer, you even feel more hesitant as if something is not quite right, but the image the mirror gives you back is too beautiful to hesitate any longer. You strike poses like a little girl fooling around in her big sister's clothes, and you look hopelessly sexy. You begin to feel the effects of contemplating your body in your chastity cage. If you had ever seen Angela in a uniform like that you would have cum right there, but, although aroused, you now had a little more self-control. A sign that the lessons were paying off.

Today's tasks are simple. The uniform makes you get more into the role and devote more love to leaving the house spotless. You've never been so thorough. You feel proud of how your house looks more homely.

Mid-morning, a text message from your master breaks your concentration.

"Show me you have your uniform on."

Suddenly, apprehension. You remember last night he mentioned he was going to check that you were wearing your uniform. You've had no problem putting it on and wearing it during chores, it feels comfortable, but you hadn't thought about the fact that you'd have to take a picture and share it. The thought of Andrew showing the photo to someone else crosses your mind and a deep embarrassment comes over you. You don't want anyone to see this part of you. No one besides Master Andrew, of course.

A new message, "I'm waiting".

You fix your hair a bit and hurry to take a selfie. It doesn't have the best light and you don't have the best expression. It's as if the photo doesn't match the image you had in the mirror of yourself before. A little guilty, you opt to take a second photo, avoiding your face and send it quickly, not wanting to keep your master waiting.

You listen to the accelerated beating of your heart, waiting for the answer.

"You look divine, gorgeous. Good job."

A breath of relief. You set your phone down on the table and try to get back to your chores when you are surprised by a new message.

"Honey, I forgot to tell you a package is coming. Be a good maid and pick it up. It's for you."

A package? For you? A new gift? More dresses? You are very curious, but you also feel that you shouldn't ask, and that Master Andrew won't answer you anyway.

You write back a succinct "Thank you, Master Andrew❤️". Maybe the heart emoji it's a bit too much. You didn't think about it.

The doorbell catches you still staring at the message, could it be the package? You rush out to open the door. A young, tall, black delivery man is waiting for you with a large package in his hands, he looks like a soccer player if it weren't for his uniform - the uniform!

It's too late. The delivery man looks you up and down and returns a warm smile.

"Oh, gee... sorry, I have a package for the man of the house, is your boss around, miss?"

You realize he didn't think you were a boy. At the moment all you can think about is not getting him out of his equivocation so you don't dare speak, let alone feign a feminine voice. You deny with your head down and take the package out of his hands.

"Shy, huh? Well, sign here and here and I won't bother you anymore."

You leave the package by the door and sign. You feel the delivery man's eyes on your body. You don't think he noticed anything, so amazed is he by your sexy uniform.

"Lovely uniform, by the way" the delivery man manages to say before you slam the door in his face. You're shaking and almost on the verge of tears.

In the kitchen you drink a long glass of water to calm yourself down. Of course, the delivery man had no ill intent with you beyond flattering you, but soon your head goes to the image of his body stepping in the doorway, taking you in his arms and pushing you back against the couch. Pulling his member out of his tight uniform pants as he lifts your little skirt before acknowledging your chastity cage and, who knows, maybe punishing you for leading him on. A shiver runs through your whole body. You don't know where these kinds of thoughts come from.

Somewhat calmer, but with some excitement, you remember the package. Your master didn't tell you to open it, but he did tell you it was for you. You decide to confirm it with him and send him a message. Keeping in touch makes you feel more protected, knowing that you can count on him for whatever you need.

"The package has arrived, should I open it, Master?"

"Enjoy it. I want you to put it to use before you receive me when you get home. The pink one."

"Yes, Master."

What do you want to use it for? From the proportions of the package, it doesn't look like a dress.

You open it with **** care, as if it would tear at the slightest effort. The contents seem quite complex and you understand a little better why it is so heavy.

Inside are several boxes. Two are locked with a 4-number security code: the larger one is black and the smaller one is purple. The third box is a fuchsia pink color and has a clasp closure. You open it to find that it is a complete makeup kit with its own mirror. From inside falls a card of the same garish pink color. You look at the card and there is only a web address and a picture of seductive lips. The last box contains lipsticks in different colors.

Another time you would have questioned the reason for the gift. Not today. The experience with the selfie or the terrifying accident with the delivery man makes this gift seem like it fell from the sky. Almost as if it was all planned in advance. You need to feel attractive and feminine while in uniform. You need to reacquaint yourself with that inner beauty of your dreams and the mirror. And you know your master will appreciate you looking as beautiful as possible.

You put away and discard the other boxes for the time being and leave the makeup kit on your desk in front of your computer. You enter the web address, hoping for some clue about the code for the other boxes but what you find is a page full of hundreds of makeup tutorials, from the most basic to expert level, sorted.

You wish you could spend the afternoon waiting for your master to enjoy your "alpha male" study videos, but your master has expressly asked you to use the contents of the box.