She slid on the black dress that her master had bought for her. Normally, she abhorred dresses, but she wore this one tonight to make her master proud. This dress was something that she normally hated. It only came down to her thighs, and she never felt comfortable showing her legs. She looked at the low cleavage line, something else about it she would normally hate. She bit her lip. Suddenly she felt very self-conscious in that dress with nothing underneath. She had very big breasts and never would be braless outside the home, or private moments with her master. She rolled on the black thigh-high stockings and took a deep breath. She slid on the black flats to complete the ensemble. .....