Take your time. If you show up looking perfect, maybe you can wiggle your way out of punishment.

You decide that you are already going to be late, you might as well be late and up to standard. You take your time applying your makeup, ensuring you get the perfect cat eye with your liner. You glide your bright red lipstick across your lips, and you wonder if your Master will make you glide his cock across your lips before shoving it down your throat. You shiver, half in excitement and half in apprehension. You remember what happened the last time you were late. He put you on display in front of everyone as the last Gathering, and spanked you so thoroughly that you couldn't sit properly for a week. Your ass twitched in remembrance, and you almost bit your lip in arousal before thinking better of it and deciding you didn't have time to reapply your lipstick if you messed it up. You twist your long blonde hair into a simple but elegant French twist, knowing your Master will appreciate the elegant touch to your outfit.

Makeup applied and hair styled, you stroll over to the bed. As you do, you notice your naked reflection in the standing mirror in the corner. You take a moment to admire the curves you have, sliding your hands down over your breasts and sliding down your torso before coming to rest on the curve of your hips. Thinking about your Master spanking you had gotten you more turned on that you had thought. This was distressing as you knew that it was harder to lie to him when you were turned on. You continue on to the bed, grabbing the lingerie you had laid out earlier. You slide the black stockings on, fastening them to a thin chain garter belt. Your Master loves how this chain belt looks under your clothing, subtly showing off while looking delicate and fancy. You then grab your panties, a deep crimson colour with black lace accents.

You look at the clock and realize you are almost 15 minutes late. You grab the dress you set out earlier. It is a deep crimson colour with the sides held together by matte black metal rings. The dress clings to all of your curves and shows off your fantastic ass. It has thin, black chain as straps for your shoulders matching your shoes. As you slide it on, you feel the cool fabric across your bare breasts, sending a shiver of anticipation up your spine. As you wait for your cab, you grab your bag, making sure you have your lipstick to reapply later and your ID (The Manor is very strict about their patrons, and they never risk minors entering the building). The last thing you grab is your collar, a fine gold chain with an elaborate 'S' hanging from it. Your Master lets you wear this collar for special occasions and when you have been a good girl for him. You slide on your black stilettos, making sure the chain accents around the heel aren't tangled, and head out the door.