As I was kneeling before Elizabeth, her gloved hand in front of me, I suddenly reminded myself of the package that had arrived today. We chatted over coffee, then she told me about how I grew up and that I totally forgot about the shipment. Well, I finally had to tell her about it, she wouldn't find out on her own. Besides, I was curious about her reaction when we unpacked it.
"Listen, mom, you know... the package has arrived."
"Package? What package? To me?"
"No... Well, actually, it's for me, for I'm the one who ordered it."
"And...?" My Lady continued to ask, surprised.
"As you know... these are the gloves and riding crops for Aunt Theresa and Karin. Remember? The ones you told me to order on my birthday." The more I struggled with these explanations to her questions, the more I felt embarrassed, like some kind of loser, as if I was humiliating myself even more in front of my Mistress. And these were just answers to her simple questions. It is incredible what troublesome situations a person can get into because of his behavior.
"Oh yes, indeed, I remember," my Stepmother sighed in surprise. "You didn't say anything, they've already arrived."
"Well, you know... the courier just brought them before your return. Then somehow... we sat down for coffee... you came home in such a good mood and talked so nicely that I didn't dare interrupt you so as not to spoil something."
Elizabeth laughed lightly.
"Really?! Okay... Come on, show me these gadgets quickly," she chased after me, tapping me gently on the chin, giving me the signal to get up.
I finally got up from my knees. I ran to get the package. All items were from one supplier, so everything was packed in one long box due to the length of the riding crops. I took scissors with me as I knew they would come in handy in the closed package.
"Scissors? Come on, don't tell me you weren't curious about what's inside and haven't opened it yet," my Mistress laughed again, surprised.
"Oh no, I haven't. I thought maybe it would be nice if I waited for you until you got home and then we could watch it together," I replied, sitting on the couch next to her.
"Hmm... I would unpack it right away out of curiosity. But, on the other hand, you're right. Don't follow the example of your selfish Stepmother. It's very nice that you're not like me and thought of me," she said, clearly amused, pinching my cheek. Then she nonchalantly waved the fingers of her leather-gloved hand at the package. "Okay, open it now, cos I'm dying of curiosity."
After a few seconds, I held the opened package in my hands and we saw all its contents. The riding crops were visible in all their glory and were no longer wrapped in anything. However, there were two decorative flat elongated plastic boxes finished with navy blue velvet fabric. Yes, there were hidden gloves there. My Mistress took one of them in her hands, uncovering its lid and looking inside with a bright smile on her face, as if this gift was intended for her.
The inside of the box was lined with red satin fabric, on which lay beautiful black leather unlined elbow-length gloves. Exactly the same as I bought for my Stepmother.
"Were these boxes included in the purchase price of the gloves?" Elizabeth asked, stroking the top of the velvet lid.
"No, I had to pay extra as a decorative gift wrap."
"Hmm... that's interesting. You must have spent a lot of money. But you know what... it's a pity that Theresa and Karin will get their gift in such a nice decorative box, and you didn't buy me one for my birthday. It was just an ordinary cardboard box, not so nice like this one," said my Mistress, taking out the new gloves that had not been worn yet and looking at them with a smile on her face.
"Oh... you don't know how sorry I am, mom. I didn't think about it at all at the time. I really don't know what to say now," I replied, flushed with embarrassment.
"All right. I'm not mad at you, silly," my Mistress said, stroking my cheek, then added, "Uhmm... I recognize those gloves. Just like the ones I got from you."
"Yes, but you can see that these ones haven't experienced a woman's hands yet."
"Uhmm... as it sounds poetic: they haven't experienced a woman's hands. And how do you know that not, maybe some woman already liked them and tried them on before you bought them."
"If you trust the saleswoman's assurances, probably not."
"Saleswoman? Hmm... I see, my dear, that you must have already become friends with her, huh?" my Stepmother asked, still admiring the gloves.
"I think so. By the way, I must tell you that she is a very nice Lady."
"Well, I don't doubt it. I myself would be nice if I had the opportunity to earn some money from such a handsome guy in such a pleasant way."
There was a moment of silence while Elizabeth continued to examine the gloves. It was hard for me to tell now whether she was angry for some reason. And if so, was it because I didn't buy her the fancy box, or maybe, under the spell of that nice saleswoman, I actually spent a lot of money. I wanted to lighten the tense atmosphere a bit, so I figured maybe I'd say something else nice that she might like.
"You know, mom... I was thinking... it would be nice to see you... trying them on now... What would you say about it?"
"Really?" my Mistress asked, putting the gloves back in the box and placing them on the couch between us so that her hands were free. "Don't talk to me twice, honey or I'll do it." And she started to take hers off her hand very slowly. "You have no idea how tempted I am to try them on right now. So that they can feel the touch of a woman's hand for the first time, if you can trust the assurances of a nice saleswoman..."
When her long glove was halfway to being completely removed, my Mistress stopped.
"NO. But no," she said and started to put it back on. "They tempt me, but this time I will let it go. I know you want me to wear them. I myself would like to see what I would look like in them, but I can stretch them too much and I wouldn't like to do that. I want you to see Theresa and Karin putting them on their hands for the first time as it can be an erotic experience for you. I guess you'll agree with me, right?" she said, pulling her burgundy glove back on.
"I must admit that for me it is an erotic experience when you, mother, always put on gloves. You're doing it perfectly. But I guess you're right. Maybe we'd better wait until Aunt Theresa and Karin visit. I suppose the impressions may be unearthly for me. I'm looking forward to their visit."
"Oh, how impatient you are," laughed my Stepmother, straightening her knee and pulling on the shaft of her boot while dangling her foot. "Soon, my dear, soon," she comforted me, stroking my cheek. She placed the lid on the box, covering its contents. Then she took one of the riding crops in her hands and began to look at it.
"It's a little different from mine though, have you noticed?" Elizabeth asked, bending it slightly. "But they were supposed to be the same."
"You mean... is it better or worse than yours?" I asked, concerned that I had been caught again. Not only did I not give her gloves in a decorative box, but it may also turn out that I bought her a worse whip.
My Lady laughed. "So, are you afraid that my riding crop may be of inferior quality to this one?" my Mistress rose from the couch to her feet. She stood for a moment in a dominant stance, lightly tapping her hand with the whip. Then, she began to walk proudly around the living room, loudly tapping the heels of her boots, all the time patting her hand with the riding crop. Suddenly I heard a whistle piercing the air. "I wonder how it will work in practice. Just like any tool of this type intended to fulfill its function, I suppose." she said and walked slowly towards me. I already knew what awaited me now.
"But maybe we could pre-test it now to find out. We'd like to see what's going on in our cozy laundry room, what do you say?" My Stepmother placed the tip of the riding crop under my chin.
"You mean... tested... on me..., right?" I stammered, partly from excitement, partly from fear.
Elizabeth laughed heartily.
