This is how it starts. I lay out everything for her, lingerie, stockings, heels, even eyelashes. When she is ready, she sends a text. She has no idea what will happen or where until I tell her to come out. We might go out to a bar, her tripping around in those six inch heels and coat barely long enough to cover her ass. Or we might stay in, like this night. I send her a text that tells her that when she walks out the bedroom door she will see some of what's going to happen and that she is simply shut the bedroom door and display herself.