It was rather ritualistic. The performance as much as the act itself. The journey is as important as the destination and all that. My Linda wouldn't want it any other way. It's part of her addictive personality.
I'm wearing my beautiful black satin and lace bra and pantie set. On my feet are my black suede, mid calf, lace up, pointed toe, spike heel boots. My three quarter lynx fur is open, it's flowing over the side of the arm less chair I'm perched on in the middle of the living room's deep plush light blue carpet.
The drapes are pulled back, but the sheers give privacy as well as letting the winter afternoon light illuminate the room.
"You may approach." I hold the grip of the pink rubber strap in my right hand and stroke it absently with my left. "Linda, why did you fail to get everything on the grocery list?"
"Because I didn't have enough money, Mistress Erin."
"And why didn't you have enough money, dear?" I asked quietly. I gave 'her' enough.
"Because, mumble, mumble."
"Pardon dear? Speak up."
"Because I bought twenty dollars worth of scratch and win tickets when I paid for the gas, Mistress."
"Scratch and win tickets? And what did you win?"
"Um. Two free tickets, Mistress."
"But no money?"
"No, no money."
"No." I slap my strap against my palm. "What is the rule?"
"Gambling is forbidden, Mistress."
"Yes. No gambling." I pat my bare thigh. "Come."
Linda approaches. 'She' lifts the hem of 'her' mid thigh length pleated plaid mini skirt and pulls down 'her' cotton panties. Then 'she' drapes 'herself' over my thighs.
She has a beautiful singing voice as I rain ten smacks onto her skinny little ass.
****
Nine months ago Larry's gambling got out of control.Before that it was his drinking and cocaine addiction. Then there was his obsession with a certain TV personality that led to a restraining order.
On the other hand his obsession with cleanliness is good.
You see, I love him. And he does like wearing heels and ladies panties around home.
"Dear, we need to talk. I love you. But we can't keep going on like this. Your problem has no cure. But it can be controlled. Self control and discipline. You have none, but I will supply both. For our sake.
"Now, take off your belt, dear, and give it to me"
Those five lashes as he bent over, trousers around his ankles, were our new beginning.
****
"There, Linda. Stand up."
She's crying as much from shame as pain.
"I'm s-s-sorry Mistress. I'll never d-do it again. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Mistress.'
"There, there." I stand and wrap my arms around Linda. "It's OK dear. I know you'll try harder. It's alright now. I love you dear." I tenderly kiss her.
"I love you Mistress. I'm sorry." Sob.
"Good girl." I kiss her. "Now, go change into your black maid's dress and four inch ankle straps. Bring me the locks. Then I want you to clean the guest bathroom and put the light blue sheets on the bed in the guest room. Now go."
"Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress."
As Larry/Linda is changing I slip back into my ankle length dove grey full hem wool skirt and silver satin long sleeve collarless blouse, then settle on the couch.
When she's changed she hands me the four little gold padlocks.
"Left foot." I lock it's ankle strap. "Right." I lock it. One time she'd taken off her painful heels and was vacuuming in her bare feet. The symbolism of a proper uniform is important, so I bought her these locking ankle straps.
"Knees." I point to the carpet at my feet. From the couch beside me I take her collar and lock it behind her neck. Then I pull up the zipper on the back of her dress and lock it.
"Put the chair back in the corner. I'm going out. When you finish in the guest room you can vacuum the upstairs."
"Yes Mistress. Mistress, may I ask a question, please?"
"Yes dear, go ahead."
"Mistress, are You expecting company?"
"Yes. Now give me a kiss, and get to work dear."
She knows that's the end of the conversation.
*****
My aunt Lilly comes through the 'Arrivals" door in a flurry of sable fur followed by a redcap carrying her luggage. I wave as she looks around.
"There's my darling!" We kiss then head for the car.
"So, darling. How's everything?"
"Good, great. You were so right about using discipline. And about his thing for women's clothes. She's now 'Linda' at home."
"And does she help with the housework, dear?"
"Oh no. She does all of it." We both chuckle. "That''s why she didn't come to the airport. She's home doing the vacuuming."
"That sounds wonderful, darling."
*****
When we come through the front door Linda rushes down the hall, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
"My, what a pretty darling! Come, give Auntie Lil a kiss." She gives Linda a noisy kiss on the lips.
Linda takes Lilly's fur and hangs it in the closet, then hangs mine too. I point at Linda, then at Lilly's feet. She gets down and removes Aunt Lil's red, round toe' spike heel ankle boots.
I sit on the bench beside Lilly, and Linda unlaces my boots, pulls them off then slips on my pink block heel round toe pumps.
"Move the car into the garage dear. Then take Aunt Lilly's luggage to her room."
"Yes Mistress Erin."
"And, darling, in my blue bag are my red stilettos. Be a dear and bring them to me."
"Yes Mistress Lilly."
****
"It's so great to see you again."
"Well, thanks for the invitation."
"So, tell me, why didn't you go sailing in the Caribbean with Uncle Tom? It sounds like a perfect getaway from February in Ontario."
"Well, Tom doesn't go (finger quote) Sailing. He goes racing. Get up ridiculously early, then be yelled at and ordered around all day by the captain? Not for this gal."
"Oh, here's Linda with your shoes." I snap my fingers and point at Lil's feet. Linda get to her kneed and gently slips her heels onto Lilly's feet.
Lil bends down and kisses Linda. "Thank you darling."
Linda blushes as red as Lil's heels.
"Linda, dear, you can start supper now. Set three places in the dining room, and you can join Aunt Lilly and me for supper."
"Thank you Mistress." She scurries away. Lil and I both watch her little ass wiggle.
"I wasn't sure if you'd bring your boy toy, Joseph, with you."
