An Invitation

"Come in", I called and as I stepped from the shower Tammy was there waiting to rub me dry. When she was finished she knelt down in front of me and lifting one of my feet slipped on a white 4" patent leather stiletto heel and then repeated the exercise with the other foot.

I instructed her to wait by the bed and dismissed her. She'd been a perfect little house bitch tonight and deserved a reward. As I dried my hair I considered her punishment. Entering the bedroom she was standing dutifully by the bed and as I approached and sat next to her she kept her eyes respectfully lowered. I casually ran my hand up the exposed bit of thigh peeking out from her oh so short skirt and while pinching the soft white flesh on the inside of her thigh instructed her to fetch my hairbrush from the dresser. I turned sideways on the bed and had her sit behind me and brush out my long blonde locks, the ends of which almost reached the mattress. As she brushed out my hair I watched us in the mirror. We were both in our mid-thirties and looking pretty good for it. At 5'10 I was a couple of inches taller than Tammy and her figure was definitely petite compared to mine. I was more a size 12 to her size 8. Sitting there together, I thought we looked the perfect couple, with extras. After five minutes of brushing I told her to replace the brush and come sit next to me.

"Well my faithful little house bitch, I've given it a lot of thought and I think I've found a way for Tammy to attend the ball". Even with her eyes cast downward I could still see the spark of excitement in them. "But you will have to do everything I say. Is that understood?"

Tammy nodded eagerly but kept her eyes respectfully lowered.

"We've got a month to prepare and there's a lot to do but we'll leave that until tomorrow. Now you've served me so well tonight I think it only fair that I service you. Now go to the cupboard and select a toy."

"Yes Mistress", she replied and wiggled her way seductively across the room.