Harriet Darling was a woman who liked everything done just right.  She wasn't exactly strict, but she expected things done in a certain way and those who knew her, did as they were told.  She was the lady of the house, a woman who made sure the place was tidy and elegant, a place of art and literature, of comfort and luxury.  She enjoyed the life she shared with her husband, a demanding man, but she loved him.  She made sure the house was always as he liked it.  Today it was even more important that house looked perfect.  The weekend was one of their 'fun weekends'.  They had invited five couples from their guest list and had quickly received replies to say they were all coming.  Their guests rarely declined an invitation.  They were due between 4pm and 6pm, it was almost 1pm now.<br/><br/>The house slaves had their orders, they knew better than to argue with the Mistress, she wasn't the strict Domme, but they respected her and enjoyed their time with her.  The Master was a different matter, everyone in the household was a little nervous around him.  Hatti knew what he liked and she was a good go between for him and the staff.  The caterers were due in at 5 to prepare dinner.  It would be served at 8pm and then they might have some demonstrations, it depended what the Master felt like doing.<br/><br/>The caterers were expensive and discreet.  Everyone who worked at or for the Darlings was discreet.  Hatti knew they were all vetted closely before being let into their lives.  The house would be warm and welcoming, the suites all ready.  She had everything under control.  Next was to bathe, she needed to make sure she was shaved and clean.  She would then see if Michael wanted to chose her clothes, or if he would allow her to chose tonight.  He sometimes liked to select her clothes.  Tonight would be a very laid back evening, a fun dinner with friends, a chance to see if there was any chemistry between them, she liked to see what Doms were around the table.<br/><br/>After dinner there would be a time of chatting and relaxing.  Then sometimes Master organised demonstrations.  She hadn't heard if he had anything planned, he had had to rush off to deal with some problems at the office earlier and she hadn't spoken to him since last night.  She was sure he would be home soon.  But for now she needed a bath.  She stood on the bottom step of the grand staircase that swept around the foyer.  The entrance hall shone, the marble gleaming in the sun light.  There were fresh flowers all over the house, adding scent and color.  She loved flowers, especially roses.<br/><br/>Walking upstairs she headed to the Master bedroom.  The bed was huge, big enough for 6 if not more people.  She often felt dwarfed in it.  But Michael enjoyed sleeping in it.   The bathroom was huge, a sheer wall of frosted glass made it light and airy.  The bath was a deep, sunken one, and she dropped her clothes into the laundry as she made her way across the marble floor.  She ran the bath, adding some exotic scented bath oil.  When it was deep enough she stepped in, sighing happily, looking forward to the evening and then the weekend. She wondered if Michael would be in the mood for a quickie when he got in, she knew he enjoyed it after work.  She closed her eyes and laid back, enjoying a moment of peace before the madness of the weekend.<br/><br/>(OOC: Ok folks, feel free to post your folks getting ready for the weekend, expectations etc.)