Red Velvet

"Come," she said, her sweet voice ringing in my ears. It was like I wasn't in control of my body anymore, but was still aware of everything that was around me. It was like I wanted to listen to her.

I moved forward and bowed my head, enthralled by her beauty. Her silky, black curls draped over her shoulders and down her back, bouncing with every movement that she made. Her natural, ruby lips stayed in a stern, straight line as if fixed in that position and her eyes...

Her eyes were a mix between an icy blue and stormy grey. You did not want to disobey her. She wore a red dress made of thick velvet, and matching gloves which were a thin velvet that went to her elbows. It was like I was possessed.

She brought a gloved finger to my face and caressed it, causing me to smile and shiver in delight. Her lips tilted up ever so slightly, allowing my cheeks to tint a light pink in pride at making my mistress happy.

"We must leave," her melodic voice whispered. I instantly nodded my head and placed my hand in her outstretched one. I guided my mistress through the brightly lit hallways and onto the wooden plank.

As she stood on the wooden plank, I trailed behind her whilst holding up the back of her gown. We walked up the plank and then turned right, where I jumped off and bowed with my hand in front of her. She took my arm and I helped her down, walking beside my lady as her personal slave. I kneeled before my–

I gasped, jolting up in bed. I felt sweat trickling down my forehead and my body was burning. That was the weirdest dream ever, even for a girl like me... But then I looked down.

There, in my lap, was a glove. A glove that had the words 'Red Velvet' sequinned into it.