The GiftShe wondered what tomorrow would bring. Sleep did not come easy to her. She wanted him closer to her. To touch his skin, to inhale his scent. To look longingly at his face. But distance kept them apart. So her phone was her only contact to him.
Morning came and the messages began to pour in. His orders for the day. Dress for me. I want you looking like a lady. And i require pictures. A smile crossed her face as she had a mission to please him.
She fluffed her red hair for him. Taking extra time to make it shine.
Next came the makeup. curled eyelashes and mascara. Soft pink on her lips and a hint of blush.
What to wear is next. Standing in her closet in lace panties and her bright green bra wondering what he would like. She choose a flowing orange and green skirt with gold accents. sheer and shimmery, moving as she moves. And a pale orange top with a deep V for him to see her ample cleavage.
Proudly she takes pictures for him and sends them. hoping he will approve of his Gift.
She loves being the thing that makes him happy. The gift that inspires him.
For she loves him as he loves her. She is his, and he honors her with his love.