strength…
-=*=-
When Mandy next woke up, there was daylight streaming in the window.
She had to be in her own bed – hers was the only bedroom in the house
with a window. She was facing her other bedside table now. There was a
vase on the table with a single yellow rose bud in it. Propped against
the vase was a card. She reached for it.
“Dearest Mandy,
You know how I hate good-byes. I have
come to believe that my unexpected appearance has
jeopardized the budding relationship between you
and Jason, so I am taking my leave early. I am
glad to see that you have finally acknowledged
men as humans beings again. I hope you found my
short stay entertaining, and I look forward to our
next meeting. Give my regards to Flora and Jason.
And from one Master to another,
`Stay curious, stay hungry.’
-Dodds.”
Despite herself, Mandy felt her eyes moisten. Once again, Dodds
has proved himself to be a gentleman, however perverted, she thought.
He still puts me on a pedestal in his own way. He may be a brute
sometimes, and he may be a swaggering ass at others, but he still loves
me. And I’m still the best slave he’s ever had. Ah, crap. I must be
exhausted if I’m getting this maudlin.
She started as the door opened. Flora’s head appeared around the edge of
the door.
“Knock-knock?” she asked.
“Flora. Hi,” Mandy said weakly, surreptitiously wiping away a tear.
“Come on in, love.”
Flora minced into the room on 6″ heels, the patent leather pumps showing
off her calves nicely. She carried a heavily-laden breakfast tray, and
she wore the perfect outfit for her self-appointed role. Her classic and
saucy French maid’s uniform was made entirely from black latex, with
several fluffy white petticoats of very thin rubber underneath. She wore
shiny elbow-length opera gloves, and had on full length stockings in the
same glossy black material, the hems and her garters peeking out from
under the skirt. The dress was trimmed at the neck and puff-shouldered
sleeves with white lace, and a white lace doily graced her waistband.
She even had a pert little maid’s cap on her head.
“Who says you can’t get good help these days?” croaked Mandy, sitting
up with a wry grin.
“You do, usually. You must really be out of it, hon,” replied Flora.
“I feel like the floor of a taxi cab,” Mandy answered, “what’s for
breakfast?”
“Something a little lighter than your usual- I thought you might want to
take it easy this morning. You’ve got tea and juice, melon, yogurt,
and… Ta-dah! Blueberry muffins. Butter’s under here.”
“You are something, aren’t you?” said Mandy, “I knew I kept you around
for something.” She stretched and winced. “Jeee-zus! I’m not going to
have sex for a month! I ache all over.”
“Oh!” Flora added, “there’re two aspirins under the saucer there. Um.
I hope you’re not serious about… what you just said.” No French maid
ever looked as demure as Flora managed to look just then.
Mandy glanced up from her tray, and around a mouthful of muffin said,
“Sure. Why not? We’re both oversexed anyway. If I have to pay penance,
why shouldn’t you? And don’t look at me that way!”
Flora pouted harder.
Mandy grinned a little. “Well, we’ll see. Maybe you’ll get some action
out of Jason. I have a feeling you may have to fight him off with more
than a feather duster, if he sees you in that outfit. ”
Flora blushed. “He… he won’t be giving me any trouble,” she said.
“Huh.” Mandy gave her a searching stare for a second, then relented.
“I think, just this once, that I won’t ask…” Flora brightened visibly
as Mandy continued, “..but I want a promise from you.”
“Anything, love- just ask!” replied Flora.
Mandy wore a slightly amused, thoughtful expression. “After today, the
two of you only have sex if I’m watching.”
Flora gulped, looking serious again. “Yes, ma’am,” she answered in a
tiny voice. She took Mandy’s tray when she motioned that she was
finished with it.
Mandy stretched and sighed. “Honey, that was really good. But I
think… *yawn*… I think I’m going to sleep some more. Go have fun.”
Flora watched Mandy roll over and wriggle into the covers, concern for
her mistress wrinkling her forehead. She waited until Mandy’s breathing
was slow and even, then crept quietly from the room, carrying the tray.
