The two cars ahead of me drive right through, but the red and white arm with the 'SECURITY STOP' sign attached falls before I can get over the sleeping policemen (sped bumps).
"Pass please."
I hand the lady guard my photo I.D. pass. We do this every morning on my way to school.
"This expires next week. The twelfth. Make sure your Mistress applied for a new one or you will not be allowed back into the complex." She hands back my pass and raises the barrier.
Traffic is light for a Friday afternoon, so I'm home just before five.
"Pass please."
"Hi, June."
"Here." She hands me my pass, "Go directly to unit, um, thirty seven. Do not exit your vehicle until the garage door is fully closed."
"You have a nice evening too."
She lifts the barrier. Fucking cold bitch. After a year and a half would it kill her to say hello? And does she fucking have to fucking repeat the fucking rule every fucking time?
Jim says after three years she's never returned his salutation either.
Oh well, chill, you're almost home.
An FLR relationship fits Helen and I like a glove. It's perfect for both of us. We lived in a two bedroom flat when we were first married. Then two years later our (well, Helen's, actually) application to this association was accepted. A month later this unit came on the market and we scooped it up. Only women owners, no children, no pets.
Shit shower and shave. My pink plastic clitty cage is waiting on the vanity in the master bathroom. Wonder if we're going out to a condo event, or just to the park by the pond in the complex?
I lock the re-assuring snugness of my clitty cage on and leave the bracelet with all her keys on the vanity.
I chose my white bra and pantie set. The high school I teach at required all male teaches to wear suits and ties. My foam rubber 'belly' covers up for my 44D implants. One of the lady teachers even expressed worry about my unhealthy sudden weight gain over the summer, so I guess the miss-direction works.
So nice stroking and smoothing the natural nylons up my hairless legs.
I slip into my knee length pleated pink skirt, and snuggle myself into my scoop collar, puff sleeve soft cuddly pink angora sweater.
An English teacher and one of the shop teachers have pony tails too, and the Spanish teacher wears little gold earrings. My pony tail and tiny diamond studs are hardy noticeable.
I don't put my hair back into a pony tail, instead I fluff my hair, apply subtle makeup and replace my diamonds with three inch long earrings of pink and white feathers. Keeping with the pink theme, pink lip gloss and stick on nails.
Since I'm caged, no necklace tonight, but my big round pink plastic bracelets.
I slip on my pink, four inch heel, round toe pumps and go down to the kitchen.
There are pork chops thawed in the fridge. I pull on my frilly gingham 'Suzy housewife' apron and set the table. Candles? Why not, it's Friday. Start cleaning the vegetables.
"Oo, don't you look lovely?"
"Helen, I didn't hear you come in!" Quick peck on the lips. "You look frazzled dear. Why don't you go and have a nice shower, then there's time for a quiet drink before I start supper."
We kiss again and she strokes my tush before heading upstairs.
For me, just changing from 'Lorne' to 'Laura' is enough to shake off a school full of over sexed, over stimulated teens and teachers playing school politics.
My God! Helen, my Wife, my Princess, my Mistress is so beautiful and sexy.
"I haven't had a gin and tonic for a while Laura."
"Coming right up, Mistress."
She's wearing her purple mini dress. Snug from four inches above her knees to it's shoulder-less top. The soft velvet is complimented by the two inch wide satin straps that keep her boobies from falling out, then cross behind her back. She's wearing diamond earrings (third anniversary present) and a silver chain necklace with a diamond and ruby heart that nestles in her cleavage (two Christmases ago). On her feet are extreme ankle strap black spikes.
Her red hair is in the short straight style that wraps snug around her head.
Dangling from her left hand is my wide pink fur collar.
I set our drinks on the coffee table and drop to my knees, then lift my chin.
"Hold your hair up dear."
She bends over so close I could almost kiss her breasts as she wraps the collar around my throat and clicks it's integral lock secure behind my neck.
She straightens up and I take her right hand in both of mine and kiss it's perfect back.
"Mistress may I serve you, please?"
"You may serve me slave."
My vows complete we sit on the couch. As we sip our drinks I guide Helen through a conversation that allows her to shake off the tension. One way I can serve her.
"Mix me another drink. A very weak one. Then go finish making dinner."
"Yes Mistress."
Seven thirty. 'Ding ding dong.'
"Keep working dear, I'll get it."
"Thank you Mistress."
Our unit's main floor is open concept. As I continue putting the supper dished away I see it's the young lesbian couple Meghan and Chelsea from across the street. They've brought a six pack. They pop two and I find room in the fridge for the other four. Mistress switches to soda with a twist.
'Ding ding dong.'
