Yes. I think it's time to pull myself together and finally write a few words about Theresa and Karin's visit to our house. I know that everyone is already waiting for this day of my birthday: me, Elizabeth, Theresa, Karin... and most of all... you who devote your time and read these stories from my life. Before I finish this story, I still have a bit to write and I don't know if I'll be able to include everything in this chapter (but probably not). If not, I'll finish the rest in the next one.
That day has come. Is this my holiday? Hmmm... basically, you could say it's like any other day. There are days in my life that do not have to be related to celebrating an important event for me, when I could practically throw myself into work, and out of spite nothing happens. As if my Mistress didn't notice it, or maybe she didn't want to notice it.
And there are also days, generally speaking festive, like today's birthday, when, paradoxically, in order to celebrate my holiday with dignity and to rest a little, I have my hands full from the morning to prepare everything for today's so-called celebration.
If you think that I am waiting for the arrival of dear guests, sitting comfortably in an armchair in the living room in the company of my Mistress and drinking coffee with her, you are wrong. Actually, I should say that my Stepmother can rest. She can do anything.
And me? Well, what else could I do but Mistress Elizabeth's favorite task, which is washing the floor on my knees. Currently, or actually for a long time, I have been dealing with this piece in the corridor near the entrance door to the vestibule. Could these be the last cleaning activities for the reception of dear guests and I will be able to rest in a moment? Hmmm...
It was quite cold outside today. A slight chill blew from the crack under the door and touched my naked torso and legs. It's good that at least our house has underfloor heating, so the cold was somehow compensated. Yes, my Mistress wanted me to be almost naked especially for today's occasion and only wear tight panties... and other items... of women's clothing. She wanted all the Ladies to have fun with me today.
And as if this humiliation wasn't enough, she went shopping yesterday on purpose and bought me women's lace panties, fishnet stockings with wide lace and a garter belt. Everything was pink, and to top it off, the panties were two sizes too small. She laughed that they don't make them for such big butts nowadays.
I could barely put them on. I looked ridiculous in them. Everything was sticking out of them. Both the testicles and the penis, stiff with excitement, clearly did not fit and bulged the material in a funny way. Not to mention the fact that they were getting into my butt and I looked as if I was wearing a thong instead of regular panties.
My Mistress was standing right next to me, with her back turned and looking out the window for the expected guests. However, she was such a classy woman that she did not trample her boots on the floor I had freshly washed so as not to dirty it. Well, speaking of her shoes, today she was wearing knee-high black suede boots, fastened with a black zipper on the inside, with high soles, thick heels and round toes.
My Stepmother looked like a strict governess. The boots hugged her calves tightly in black stockings. She wore a tight, knee-length gray skirt with a wide black leather belt at the top. A shiny white long-sleeved blouse tucked into her skirt. Spherical pearl buttons fasten it up to the neck and won't let me see her cleavage today. The sleeves of her blouse were hidden inside black 16 button opera gloves... but this time, not leather, as always, but... satin.
The only thing that makes me wonder is her choice of outfit today, which had nothing leather in it (well, maybe apart from that belt around her skirt). Why was she dressed like that? Maybe she wanted to be more subtle. Or just like that, at her whim, to make it different. It's good that at least she's wearing something classic black.
"They haven't been there for a long time. They should already be there. But oh well... that's what my dear cousin is like. Late as always. She wouldn't be herself if she weren't late." My Stepmother, despite being in a good mood, patted her open hand gently with the riding crop with a certain amount of undisguised impatience. The black satin of her glove slightly muffled the sounds of that patting. I leave it to your imagination what would happen if she was wearing leather gloves. Then she turned towards me. "Oh, and you, poor thing, keep polishing that floor," she laughed.
"According to your orders."
[Mistress's laughter].
"Uhmm... how polite you are. I bet you would definitely like to relax and celebrate your birthday a bit. You know what, Jack, I'm looking at this work of yours and thinking that this will probably be the shiniest piece of floor in this house. How many times have you washed this place today?" Mistress Elizabeth asked, looking down at me imperiously.
"Uh... I don't remember, my Mistress."
[Mistress's laughter]
"Exactly... you don't remember... Anyway... is it that important. We're not writing a chronicle, are we?" she asked rhetorically, lightly spanking my butt with her whip for fun. It was obvious that she was a bit bored with the waiting and would love to play a little whipping.
"You haven't told me anything yet, my dear, how do you like your Mistress today," she said smiling, standing dominantly with her legs slightly apart and stroking my cheek with her whip.
"Uh... you look beautiful as usual, my Lady," I uttered like a wimp and there was a long moment of silence.
[Mistress's laughter]
"Uhmm... and that's all? I'm disappointed, honey... I thought that some more nice and refined words would come out of the mouth of an intelligent guy like you... I thought... that maybe you would praise my boots,... my gloves. After all, I bought and put them on especially for you. You always spoke so nicely about them." My Mistress hung the riding crop on her right hand and began to stroke her black gloved hands alternately, one against the other. "You didn't say anything about my boots and gloves because you're a little disappointed, right?"
"No... not at all," I tried to get out of the situation, but she saw right through me. As if she read my thoughts.
"I know, I know... You don't have to deny it. I know you'd prefer leather like you always do, right?"
I didn't answer, but it was unfortunately true. Somehow, satin and suede didn't appeal to me.
"Your silence," she continued, "is somehow confirmation that I am right. But well... today you will have to suffer a bit from not seeing your beautiful Lady dressed in leather. But when Theresa and Karin come, I guarantee you they will make up for your lack of leather clothing."
Do you remember how I said that my Mistress is a classy woman because she doesn't trample on the freshly washed floor with her boots? This is no longer valid. I mean... no... I expressed myself wrong... she still has class, but what I mean is that her footprints have already appeared on the floor. My Stepmother came up to me from the other side, lifted her skirt slightly, crouched down to be closer to my face and started stroking my cheek. And only now I realized that the touch of her satin gloved palm can be as exciting as the touch of leather. It literally gave me chills.
"Today, I would like you to focus all your attention on worshiping them, not me. You see me every day, and you haven't dealt with other women yet. You're probably curious what it would be like, right?"
"Yes, my Mistress."
"Great. I'm glad we understand each other, darling," she said, patting my cheek.
All this time I had in mind the touch of her black satin gloved palm. On the one hand, it tormented me that it wasn't leather, but on the other, it excited me. Mistress Elizabeth and I had an unwritten agreement that if I was worried about something, I could tell her everything for my mental well-being. I have always done this and it has always been beneficial for both parties. For me because of the relief I felt afterwards, and for her because she was learning more about my hidden secrets and desires and was able to control me more. I decided to do it this time as well. After all, I had nothing to lose.
"I'm sorry, my Mistress, but I have to tell you that I think I may have misjudged you."
"You have? Well, what do you say? So why?" she asked, clearly surprised and amused, without removing her hand from me.
