The warmth of the late summer evening draws a small bead of sweat from my brow as I approach Stella's mansion. The familiar, late-Victorian manor is the home of my girlfriend and local mystery woman. Part of that mystery revolves around Stella's curious hobbies; how she loves to role-play as a living doll and pretend to be my servant. It's an odd relationship, to be sure, but a genuine one. The two of us have been together for some time and just like so many nights before, I am confident at the sight that will await me.
As I stride up to the front porch, I think about seeing her adorned in her favorite dress, her dour expression belying her true feelings of love for me—and unbridled lust. I see her in my mind as I approach. Her long, black hair, her face painted to resemble a doll's. And of course, that huge, ornate Victorian dress which she insists on wearing as often as possible.
As I reach out towards the mansion's door, it gently swings open. As usual, Stella is waiting for me.
But when the door opens, the sight that I am met with is unfamiliar, to say the least. Though her hair and makeup are her in her usual style, Stella is wearing nothing more than incredibly intricate silk lingerie!
"Welcome home, Master," she says, emotionless. "Please, come inside."
I do as she requests, waiting to hear what she has to say about her current attire. After she helps me with my shoes, Stella stands next to the door to the study.
"This way, if you please, Master," Stella says. "I have prepared some iced tea for you."
I follow her to the study where she pours me a tall glass of iced tear before standing in front of me.
"Master," she says. "What do you think of my clothing?"
"Stella," I chuckle. "Do those even count as clothes? They're more like lingerie!"
"So you noticed," she says, a wry smile curving her mouth.
"Of course I noticed! You're practically naked!"
Stella's face remains emotionless, but I can tell even this much discussion has already begun to excite her. She runs her hands up and down her body, gliding her fingertips over the fine lace of her scant covers.
"Please, Master," Stella says. "Tell me what you think of my new lace. Is it to your liking? I'd love to hear what you think of every detail."
I look her up and down, taking in the full spectacle Stella has created just for me. Her pure, alabaster skin is draped with the finest, black silk. Intricate floral patterns barely conceal her most intimate parts. The subtle motion of the silk sliding over her skin as she runs her hands up and down her body creates a beautiful illusion. Something like leaves running down a stream.
"Well," I say. "I enjoy the garters."
"What about them do you enjoy?" Stella asks, running her fingers under